Justice in this world is never a flawless statue carved in white jade.
It is a broken statue that has been touched by thousands of hands and is blackened and cracked at the corners. There are blood scabs and mud in the cracks. We knelt at its feet, but could never bow our heads——
Ling Yao's knife can cut through the fog, but it can't cut off his manipulated chess piece; Yun Qi is drowning in the murderer's memory, and every profile is like immersing his nerves in strong acid; Lu Chengyi signed a blood contract with the devil and gambled the rest of his life on the tightrope; Qiao Zhiheng heard the whispers of the plants next to the corpse, and the venom in the veins of the leaves was dragging her into the abyss.
When the theft of the "Golden Bird" opened the city's wounds, the "Xihe Plan" of the Eclipse Society showed its fangs: these new gods want to abolish all "useless lives".
They are approaching the throat of the city with a scalpel, and this is all we are holding: a knife that cannot taste human, a brain gnawed by fear, a life gate fed by secrets, and a pair of ears that can hear the whispers of death.
There is no retreat in this war - the death program written by a madman is the sharpest philosophy; four mutilated people who were twisted into a knot by fate? Oh, the most dangerous alliance is nothing more than this; as for the most desperate game... It is just using the ulcer as a weapon to fight with the new gods until your eyes are black.
This city is both a gambling table and a place of execution, and we can only bet on:
Should they become "optimized" fat, or should they tear open their spiritual caps and carve the word "justice" into their brains.
Intent: There is no pure justice, only four mutilated people on the gambling table and the execution ground, using fear, secrets and death whispers to carve "not bowing" into a philosophy against the "new gods"