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 picked up his coffee and quietly sat in front of the clear glass window, observing the outside world.


The next moment, Qing Chen glanced at the time, stood up, and walked outside.


The sun was just right outside, and in the distance, a convoy of three vehicles lined up was rapidly approaching.


Qing Chen walked towards the oncoming convoy on the sidewalk.


As he walked, his hands, which were originally in his pockets, pulled out, and a wallet also tumbled out onto the ground.


A man not far away saw this and immediately ran over to pick up the wallet, then ran off in the opposite direction.


However, the man ran so hastily that he accidentally knocked down a woman walking her dog.


After the woman fell, the leash slipped from her hand, and the large pet dog bolted towards the middle of the road.


A vehicle, attempting to avoid the dog, swerved sharply and headed straight for the oncoming convoy.


393, Manufacturing Accident (10,000-word update for monthly ticket)_3