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

At 11 PM, the cafeteria notified everyone that the late-night snack was ready.


Group seven, accustomed to working overtime, joyfully headed to eat, while the other intelligence groups went to the cafeteria with frowns on their faces.


The inspectors had actually not planned to let the detectives eat late-night snacks, considering the urgency of the situation. After a busy day, they had only captured a few insignificant figures, so why have a snack?


However, when they heard the commotion of Group Seven going to the cafeteria, they quickly sent their detectives to eat as well, hoping to gather some information from the Group Seven detectives.


At the Chen Clan, the trainee inspector Chen Zhen went to the first-floor cafeteria and headed straight for Qing Zhun, sitting directly opposite him with his team.


Qing Zhun, biting into a bun, smiled and said, "Why the long faces? Is the progress not going well?"


Life is like a play_2