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

Ninth District, Shadow Candidate Qing Wen, stood quietly on the skybridge between two buildings.


The suspended bridge was like a steel cable hanging between the two tall structures.


Every time Qing Wen stood in such a place, overlooking the most absurd part of a city, he always felt a unique sense of detachment.


This place did not belong to him, nor did he belong to it.


At 3 p.m., 72 Detectives from Intelligence Department Three had entered the apartment building to his right, conducting a thorough blockade based on the information provided by Kite Falcon under Qing Wen's command.


Gunshots echoed from the building, yet Qing Wen's expression did not change; he simply stood above the clouds, observing the scenery.


He seemed not to take this capture operation to heart. Although the Detectives were weak, Qing Wen's Kite Falcon agents had already been hidden inside the building, ready to take action at any moment.


392, Accident