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.
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"I always feel something is odd, the whole incident reeks of strangeness," another person spoke, "but let's just wait and see. Everything will be clear once we meet Qing Chen."
By the time they arrived at the suburbs 20 miles away, a group of seven or eight people was waiting outside the convoy, while two others were undergoing sterilization and disinfection measures under the guidance of the Mechanical Prison Guard.
Not only that, but the two detectives holding the interrogation warrant also had to put on protective suits that covered their entire bodies, with only their faces behind a semi-transparent protective film, and the rest of them tightly wrapped.
The two detectives exchanged a glance, both sensing something amiss.
They entered the interrogation room under the guidance of the Mechanical Prison Guard. A short while later, Qing Chen, in a similar protective suit and escorted by the Mechanical Prison Guard, sat down opposite them.