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 puppet entangled in Capri's hand gave no response, and Qing Chen was well aware that if he knew the person's name, no matter whether they were unconscious or on the brink of death, they would be controlled by his thoughts and become his puppet.


Now, the puppet could control two people simultaneously, and both Capri and Qing Chen were C-Class.


Moreover, Qing Chen had just fulfilled this month's puppet containment requirements.


So, there was no reason it shouldn't work.


Unless, Chilton had not revealed Capri's real surname before his death.


Qing Chen felt some emotion within; the old man had died well, having manipulated those around him throughout his life and even in death.


"Capri Lincoln?" Qing Chen tried again.


Since Lincoln had led the abolitionist movement in North America and issued the Emancipation Proclamation, many Black people in North America had the surname Lincoln.


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