Naming Technique of the Night
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.
177. Coward
"You'll probably have to face all the Time Travelers with the ID 'A Little Duckling' from now on," Qing Chen said in a tone that was both sympathetic and pained.
Nan Gengchen said expressionlessly, "Brother Chen, if you want to laugh, just laugh."
"Hahahahaha!"
The laughter lasted a full ten minutes.
Someone else in the group sent a message: "Little Duckling, how come you're not talking? If you join the group and don't talk, why did you join in the first place?"
Zhang San thought for a moment and replied, "It's 11:30 at night. Considering his ID, maybe he's at work right now..."
Qing Chen exclaimed, "Zhang San's analysis makes a lot of sense!"
Nan Gengchen slumped onto the couch, and after a long hesitation, he looked up and asked, "Brother Chen, I just want to know, if I commit suicide now, would you have to bear any legal responsibility?!"