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

Long ago, Intelligence Department One was a whole unit.


Although there were many teams, everyone was working together on cases, and the people they captured were all detained together.


Now it's different; it's been a long time since Intelligence Department One had a collaborative case, and the prisoners each team captures are held in their own secret prisons, with detectives from other teams prohibited from approaching.


Yang Xuyang brought Li Menglin, an official from the Entry-Exit Administration, out from Team Seven's secret prison.


The chubby middle-aged man followed Yang Xuyang timidly to the Inspector's office. The moment the office door opened, Li Menglin saw the young man inside and immediately knelt down with a thud.


He remembered clearly that just a few days ago, this young man had entered City Number Ten quietly, following the convoy of the Wilderness Hunter.


375. The Kite Falcons are getting a bit anxious.