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

Qing Chen didn't leave; he sat in his office, earnestly reviewing the documents, relying entirely on his brain to memorize every Federation secret one by one.


Qing Hua thought it would take him a few months, but in reality, Qing Chen had reviewed everything in just 9 hours.


Having reviewed these files, Qing Chen also discovered that the PCA Central Intelligence Agency had the authority to access Federation citizen records, so he memorized the 931 search results for familiar names such as 'He Xiaoxiao'.


During this time, he didn't find it tedious at all; instead, he felt a surge of excitement.


Early in the morning, detectives gradually arrived at the office.


When they found Qing Chen was still there, and it seemed he hadn't slept all night, they were all somewhat amazed.


They hadn't expected the new boss to be so committed!


Qing Hua arrived, silently observing Qing Chen through the office window.


373, Swarm out of Intelligence Department One_3