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

Shadow chuckled, "Don't you find it even more interesting now?"


Qing Ye spat the lollipop out of his mouth onto the ground, "Yeah, freaking fascinating."


The detectives of Group Seven had already changed into plain clothes, spreading out to various places along the street, pretending to be unrelated passersby.


However, they weren't the only ones pretending to be ordinary people.


Just as Yang Xuyang found a mechanical prosthesis clinic and was about to have a look inside, he saw Chen Sai and Chen Zhen, inspectors from Intelligence Group Six, inside seriously inquiring about the functions of the mechanical limbs...


The two men also saw him, and the atmosphere turned awkward instantly, but they continued to act as if they did not know each other.


395, A good play _2