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.
171. Rainy Night, Bloody Water, Assassin (10,000-word chapter, seeking monthly votes)
Liu Dezhu looked at the three bags of blood in the refrigerator, and for a moment, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He held the three bags of blood in his hands and suddenly realized that they all had "Voluntary Blood Donation Site" written on them. Without even thinking, he knew that his parents must have done the same as him: donated blood, then lied about not wanting to donate anymore, and then ran off with the bags of blood.
Liu Dezhu had found out that ordinary people couldn't possibly buy blood unless there was a disaster or illness, whether from hospital blood banks or city blood stations. The blood bags they stored were considered strategic materials, with very strict inventory controls.
Therefore, it had to be his parents' blood.
There are irresponsible parents in this world, like Qing Guozhong.
But such parents are really rare.
And the love most parents have for their children often appears somewhat tragic and silent.