The Speaking Pork Trotter

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution.
It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion.
Steel and flesh, past and future.
In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach.
The darkness is slowly creeping in.
But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness.
Gotta use fire.

Naming Technique of the Night

Lordbluefire

"What did I deceive you about?" Qing Chen lay quietly on the lounge chair, with no intense emotional fluctuations.


Qing Chen did not admit to anything, uncertain if the other party was bluffing.


"I know you're a Time Traveler," Li Changqing said.


Qing Chen pretended to be dead and said nothing.


"I also know that you were the one who saved me at the Jinmao Tower," Li Changqing said.


"Come on, stop pretending," Li Changqing's smile deepened, sitting on the stone table next to him, looking down with interest at the young man's profile, "The sniper who saved me had to be you. The past few days I got suddenly busy and didn't get a chance to come back and ask you, but you need to make it clear to me tonight."


"It wasn't me, it was our organization's boss," Qing Chen explained earnestly.


This was basically an indirect admission of his identity as a Time Traveler, though it was indeed impossible to hide.


339. The brilliance of the setting sun's afterglow