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 Yi silently glanced around a few times, then put on headphones and said softly, "Boring."


In Intelligence Department One, Team Seven, Qing Chen had just woken up when he saw more than ten people, including Qing Hua, standing quietly outside his office door, silently staring at him through the transparent glass.


Qing Chen was slightly taken aback, "If there's something, come in and say it."


After entering the office, Qing Hua said in a low voice, "Boss, in the past few days, we've captured 71 people in total, of which 17 were released with your approval, 45 have confessed, 6 accidentally died during the interrogation process, but there are still 3 people whose mouths we can't pry open at all."


This made Qing Hua feel ashamed; the boss had already helped them find the suspects, yet they couldn't make all the suspects admit their guilt and accept punishment.


This had nothing to do with Inspector Qing Chen—it was purely due to their own shortcomings.


Let the bullets fly for a while_2