Chapter 165: This Is Way Too Much Bragging
“Finally, I sincerely wish you a successful surgery. No matter what, I hope you can survive.
Because the court is waiting for you—
(Full text complete)”
After typing the final parenthesis, Yu Wei let out a long breath. After all this trouble, he finally finished writing Malice.
Copying a novel is much more laborious than music, not only time-consuming and exhausting, but its influence and spread are incomparable to music—it’s thankless work.
Yu Wei wrote this mainly because it fits his persona. Thinking utilitarianly, writing books allows him to progress more steadily—advance when possible, retreat when needed.
Of course, his original intention was just to treat readers to something good…
After completing the great task, Yu Wei turned around and saw that the expected orderly filming atmosphere hadn’t appeared. The entire set was filled with a stifling breath under extreme fatigue.
The director was still behind the monitor, but he had removed his headphones, his neck resting on the chair back, eyes blankly staring at the ceiling, unconsciously twirling a pen in his hand.
The photographer next to him simply plopped down on the floor, back against the tripod’s iron leg, eyes closed resting, chest rising and falling slowly.
The lighting technician and several set assistants slumped crookedly against the equipment cases by the wall—some scrolling on their mobile phones, others just staring blankly upward, their faces full of bored fatigue and emptiness.
“What’s going on here?”
What’s going on—he’s still asking what’s going on…
While the advertising creative director laughed in exasperation, he also fully realized one thing: this high-intensity writing is probably Yu Wei’s daily routine.
He must already be used to it, so he doesn’t think it’s a big deal.
They, the ones waiting, are already like this—needless to say for Yu Wei, the one writing the book. Sitting there fully focused typing over ten thousand words—something that can’t be faked.
Endorsing him was truly the right choice; his love for words is humbling.
“Great work, Teacher Yu Wei.”
If it were other stars causing everyone to work overtime, they definitely wouldn’t be happy, but Yu Wei is different because he’s doing it personally.
He’s not like those diva stars who slow down the entire set with their own power; he’s just doing his own part well, and they are only providing cooperation.
In this situation, everyone naturally accepts working with him without feeling imbalanced—after all, writing things is much more tiring than just waiting around.
“No problem, just wasted everyone’s time.”
Yu Wei still has good awareness; writing over ten thousand words does take some time, but it’s still okay—time remains within reasonable limits.
Filming an ad for a day is quite normal in the industry, but only Yu Wei truly filmed for a full day…
The video’s total length is five hours and twenty minutes, perfectly forming a homophonic lucky number—a good omen. Not sure what everyone will think of such a long ad.
Actually, Yu Wei finished writing a while ago; the last bit of time was for checking. Even copying from memory, manual typing easily leads to typos.
A few typos in web novels are relatively fine, but suspense novels require immersion—typos easily break the immersion.
He casually published the fresh final chapter; now readers truly have to forgive him… Cherish it—after this good meal, he’s going to start making history again!
…
“Not quite right.”
Shen Yutong listened to the diminished seventh chord she played; she wanted to create a dark, blurry, unresolved feeling, but no matter how she adjusted, it didn’t meet expectations.
She’s been writing a new song lately—a serious work with suspense, themed on the evil of human nature, inspired by Yu Wei’s novel Malice.
“Try adding some chromatic passing tones.”
Shen Yutong was about to continue tweaking when the mobile phone screen beside her suddenly lit up, successfully diverting her attention.
Normally, she wouldn’t get distracted by such things during creation, but these past two days are an exception—she’s following Yu Wei’s updates, which are very important for her creation.
But the previous few times she opened it, they were all spam messages; hoping this time it’s a real update…
“Hatakeyama Kyōichirō’s Explanation (Final)”
It actually updated?
Shen Yutong couldn’t care about anything else and started following the update right by the piano, hoping this ending would bring her more inspiration.
Officer Kaga ultimately uncovered the most chilling truth: Yenoyaguchi Shu not only killed Higa but meticulously planned a comprehensive smear of Higa’s persona.
He spent two years carefully preparing—not only to take Higa’s life but to destroy all his achievements and reputation.
Yenoyaguchi even deliberately added details in the testimony about Higa cruelly killing the neighbor’s cat, just to demean Higa’s personality.
And all this motivation stemmed merely from the bottomless jealousy and inferiority in Yenoyaguchi Shu’s heart.
He envied Higa for achieving his writer dream first, envied Higa’s superior life, envied Higa’s bright future.
He hated how Higa’s kindness highlighted his own sleaziness, hated how Higa’s success contrasted his own failure.
Although Shen Yutong had guessed this ending from reading the first eight chapters, when the truth was presented in such nakedly cruel fashion, she was still shocked.
This is not just a murder-solving story; it also tears open the dark side of human nature.
That inexplicable malice of “I just can’t stand him,” that extreme psychology of biting the hand that feeds, that hatred not only destroying a person’s life but thoroughly denying their existential value—left her unable to calm down long after closing the book.
Shen Yutong has read quite a few books; for this Malice, she gives it over nine points. Compared to those purely brain-burning tricks, she prefers stories mixed with human nature reflection.
She greatly appreciates Yu Wei’s this book.
Shen Yutong was silent for a long time; perhaps using syncopation and irregular rhythmic patterns to break the fixed tempo would be better.
That’s the dizziness after the truth is revealed.
…
“I just hate you. Clearly you’re my closest friend, clearly you’re so kind, clearly you knew my sordid past and kept it secret for me, clearly you’ve been helping me realize my ideals. But I just hate you.”
Qi Yuan stared at Yenoyaguchi Shu’s confession for a long time without speaking; this malice is spine-chilling but also very real.
Everyone has a dark side—he does too.
But the difference is, most people ignore envy and jealousy; some can turn envy and jealousy into forward momentum. Only demons generate hatred from envy and jealousy, even acting on it.
The most terrifying part of Malice is that it shows not murder for money or passion, but malice from the deepest jealousy and inferiority in human nature.
This malice has no specific reason, yet it’s more terrifying and enduring than any hatred with a reason.
Yenoyaguchi Shu ultimately paid the price for his evil deeds, but what he left readers is profound reflection and warning on human nature.
Qi Yuan felt that Yu Wei was expressing through this story: the greatest evil of human nature is not being able to stand others doing well, especially those close by.
This book is like a mirror, successfully reflecting his former fragile and sensitive self.
Hard to imagine what terrible consequences letting such emotions grow unchecked would lead to… Fortunately, Yu Wei woke him up.
Abused twice—hard not to submit.
Yu Wei not only gave readers an unexpected story ending but also an opportunity to scrutinize human nature.
Qi Yuan let out a long breath, finally opening his mobile phone to post on Weibo.
Masterpiece!
For readers, everyone has their own masterpiece in mind.
Though “masterpiece” is now almost overused—any tomcat or dog dares call it a masterpiece, god reply…
After all, so-called masterpiece is just subjective evaluation, no specific standards.
But calling Malice a masterpiece is not excessive; many who praise this book hail it as Keigo Higashino’s best work, on par with Byakuyakō.
One full of deep resentment, the other burning with fervent love.
After Malice concluded, netizens’ comprehensive evaluations followed one after another. Without a doubt it’s a good work, but exactly how good is still debatable.
“Finished reading and felt my scalp tingle; not sure if such malice exists around me.”
“Not just around—maybe malice lurks in our own hearts.”
“Written really well, masterpiece, though I haven’t read it yet.”
Ordinary readers’ most direct reaction to Malice is shock and chill; this mood comes not only from the case itself but from the novel’s naked presentation of human nature’s dark side.
Yu Wei’s writing style also felt very novel to everyone; the novel reveals the killer’s identity at the one-third point, breaking traditional mystery novel tropes.
Honestly, this structure initially pained some readers; the reading experience was restless and stuffy.
Yet it was this unusual narrative way that unconsciously produced psychological resonance during reading.
“When you think you’ve grasped all possibilities of the case, Yu Wei pulls out a new twist to shock you.”
Multiple twists are also a praised aspect of Malice—constantly overturning previously established “truths,” letting readers experience the shock of having their thinking subverted.
This is the first time Yu Wei’s writing skill received public recognition.
Among netizens, there are still many comments disliking this book, but a few literature critics riding the popularity directly hyped it to the skies.
Though for clout, they do recognize this Malice; if purely for hype, they would’ve long praised Yu Wei’s entertainment novel as the world’s number one masterpiece…
In the end, this book deserves their praise. Literature folks are somewhat elitist; no matter how successful web novel achievements are, it’s hard to gain recognition from traditional literary circles.
But Yu Wei’s this book is different.
Malice’s multi-perspective narrative is very innovative, not only increasing the story’s suspense and layers but also well showing the relativity of truth and subjectivity of narrative.
They particularly praise Yu Wei’s innovation in narrative structure.
The literary world does have factional struggles and cliques; if a colleague writes a good book, the industry easily has mixed reviews.
But Yu Wei is a pure outsider; his book only injects fresh blood into the industry, boosting popularity and traffic.
He’s a star, and his book won’t shake their industry status—literature folks aren’t fools; for such a non-threatening great benefactor, they definitely hype it up big time.
Hype brings popularity, and it’s indeed well-written.
“Writer Xia Dan: Lurking beneath the Malice story is a black river called human malice. Though you can hear the faint flowing water sound, you can’t easily see its movement.
This exploration of human nature’s dark side transcends suspense novel limitations, giving Malice pure literature’s depth and seriousness.”
Yu Wei casually browsed a few; this one is relatively conservative in hype…
Some say he has “master-level narrative technique and profound observation of human nature”—truly overhyped.
Praise the book, not him; he’s just a porter of others’ works. Hype away—if he gets proud, he loses.
Many netizens were waiting before; suspense novels are hard to follow serially, waiting for completion to binge.
Now seeing so much discussion and rave reviews, they all rushed in, joining Yu Wei readers’ authoritative organization.
As public opinion ferments, Malice going viral is just a matter of time.
Eat up, eat more if it’s good—next, he’s going to start making history hard again…
Just as he planned to write new plot for his entertainment novel, he surprisingly received a new message from the site editor.
“Why isn’t your Malice signing?”
Since Yu Wei published the book, they’ve invited signing several times, but he ignored them.
Anyone with eyes can see Malice has high quality; this book’s commercial value is unimaginable—not comparable to Yu Wei’s entertainment novel.
Entertainment novel copyrights are hard to sell, but Malice is different; any film/TV copyright could make the platform a fortune.
Any demands can be negotiated—it’s all published but no signing, frustrating.
“I’m afraid… of it being adapted into battle qi transforming into a horse.”
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