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

The midnight corridor was silent and deserted.


Qing Chen heard the six people outside quickly enter Song Niannian's code, then push the door open, and swiftly close it behind them.


Their movements appeared very concealed, avoiding any unnecessary noise as they walked.


Once the door closed, no other sound came from that room.


Qing Chen realized Song Niannian might have added a high-polymer soundproofing layer to her entire dwelling for privacy, and even he could not hear any movement from inside.


He sighed internally, knowing this was a significant disadvantage to his rescue attempt, as he had no idea what was going on inside.


Qing Chen glanced back at the window of his own apartment, where the beautiful, dazzling holographic neon lights interweaved and shifted, and further away, holographic fireworks celebrated the new year.


The fireworks were colorful, and even formed various animals after they burst.


379, in good condition