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.
195, ACE-005? I gave it to you a long time ago.
Countdown 18:00:00.
At six in the morning, outside the glass window was Great Snow and dense forests, while inside the cabin, the crackling sound of burning firewood could be heard.
It wasn't actually snowing outside; it was Qing Chen's switched "white noise sleep mode."
For some reason, Qing Chen slept particularly soundly in such an environment.
Knock, knock, knock. There was a knocking at the door, and he immediately sat up from the bed, thinking to open the door.
However, when he walked out of the bedroom, he saw Uncle Li Dong sitting on the sofa, smiling, "I'll get the door."
Qing Chen didn't know when his master had returned; he hadn't heard any movement at all.
He watched as Uncle Li Dong opened the door, and outside stood Yan Yan, looking somewhat uneasy: "Hello, uncle, I came to see Qing Chen."
"He just woke up; what do you need him for?" Uncle Li Dong asked with a smile.