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

Chen Sai thought for a moment and said, "I have irrefutable evidence that he lent out his vehicle six years ago, and three days after lending it out, a middle-aged man was killed in an accident. The driver at the time was his 'friend,' who is now locked up in Deer Island Prison. Recently, this 'friend' accidentally revealed that he wasn't actually close with Wei Shuqi at all."


Li Yunqu contemplated, "So, you mean that it was actually Wei Shuqi who drove the car and killed the person, but the Qing's Family found someone to take the blame?"


"Exactly," Chen Sai smiled, "The man put up quite a resistance, but here's the problem—if he hasn't undergone formal resistance training against interrogation, how could he possibly withstand our methods?"


Li Yunqu scoffed, "If that is the case, why doesn't your Chen Clan go and interrogate him?"


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