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 courtyard's main gate was as daunting as a prison's, with a massive iron door beneath which there was a smaller door.


Qing Chen stepped forward and pressed the doorbell; with a beep, a middle-aged man inside opened the small iron window of the door and asked expressionlessly, "Who is it?"


Qing Chen glanced at the man calmly and presented his letter of appointment, saying, "Newly appointed Inspector."


The middle-aged man immediately put on a smile, "Oh, why didn't you say so earlier? Look at this fuss."


With a clank, the small iron door that only allowed one person to pass through opened, and the middle-aged man led Qing Chen inside.


The middle-aged man said with a grin, "The Seventh Unit you'll be in charge of is on the third floor. The whole floor is yours, and your detectives are all here; no one went out on a case today."


Upon reaching the third floor, the middle-aged man called out, "The new Inspector has arrived."


372, Appointed, Central Intelligence Agency Inspector_3