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

In just 30 seconds, Qing Chen had taken off his reversible jacket and put it back on, and quickly changed into the shoes and pants from the sealed bag.


His face also transformed into that of a stranger.


No one knew who had placed the sealed bag in the bathroom, but it seemed that Qing Chen had known he would be followed and had prepared accordingly.


Three followers passed through the visa channel and quickly arrived at the bathroom entrance, where Qing Chen brushed past them, but they did not realize it.


They exchanged glances and each entered their respective gender's bathroom to check, but Qing Chen was not there.


The three moved swiftly through the crowd, searching, but Qing Chen had vanished like a drop of water into a river, completely disappearing from sight.


The followers looked at each other, unable to fathom how he had managed to do it.


It was as if he had performed a magic trick right before their eyes, a man just vanishing into thin air.


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