Judge Wu Guang: I Tore This Eternal Night Apart

[The eternal night entangled by ouroboros, he is an unsmoothed edge in the darkness] Eternal Night City is held in the palm of the hand by the order of Ouroboros. Neon lights are false stars, robotic arms have more say than fists, and the so-called "rules" are nothing more than a fence that traps darkness on the top floor - it can accommodate ants that are struggling to survive, but cannot tolerate aliens who raise their heads. Chen Jin got out of the gap in the fence. He mingled in the oil and dirt at the bottom, and then suddenly appeared in the middle-level trading market one early morning; he took over the dirty work, turned around and stuffed the reward into the hands of the slum children. Some people say that he is a madman, dancing on the tip of a knife and falling to death at any time; some people say that he is a gambler, betting his life on a resistance that no one expects. The gears of ouroboros rolled over countless bones, and the eternal night was still too thick to dissolve. Chen Jin stood on a street corner where no one cared about, and his fingertips touched the knife hidden in his sleeve. The coolness of the metal mixed with the oil that could not be washed away between his fingers, as if he was saying silently: There are some things that even if he is the only one left, he still has to try to touch them. [The lonely brave man who is both good and evil | The dark city shrouded in ouroboros | The little guy bucks the trend] ——The judge has no light. Perhaps the light must be carved out of his own hands.