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.
174. Take me home
Countdown 116:00:00.
In an abandoned factory somewhere in Jingcheng's Yanjiao district.
The sound of leather shoes tapping on the concrete floor grew louder as the thirty-some time travelers, who were hung from the beams, slowly opened their eyes.
In the dim light of the factory, they saw hundreds of somber figures quietly watching them.
Among these people were middle-aged men and women, young adults, and boys who looked like students.
They wore black uniforms with the word "Kyushu" embroidered on the cuffs.
These people were covered in blood that dripped from their bodies to their toes, then fell into the concrete floor's dust, mixing together.
As the footsteps approached, the crowd silently parted to create a path.
He Jinqiu, dressed in a grey suit, approached the time travelers. He didn't speak but simply took off his coat to hand to a middle-aged man nearby and then unfastened the cufflinks of his white shirt.