There Is a Rumor in the Whole Village That My Uncle Slept with My Sister, and I Am the Only One Who Knows Who the Murderer Is.

After writing this novel, many readers are wondering why the story still gives chills down the back when there are no supernatural scenes involving strange powers and gods. Here I would like to have a good chat with you about my original intention of creation. Compared with illusory ghosts and gods, I always feel that the bad habits hidden in the bones of ordinary people are the sharpest butcher's knives. There are always people who are keen to pry into other people's private affairs, rely on hearsay to piece together the truth, use gossip to weave rumors, and rely on saliva to judge other people's lives. Obviously managing their own lives is exhausting, but they are keen to watch the excitement and treat other people's sufferings as gossip. A few casual gossips can destroy a person's reputation and even take away a living life. Many rules in the countryside seem to be conventional, and everyone acquiesces to the superficial illusion, but under the bright shell, there are countless darkness and sins hidden. Too many people are accustomed to making hasty conclusions based on stereotypes when they know nothing. But once prejudice takes root, rumors will spread wildly, eventually leading to irreparable tragedy. This book is intended to tear apart this fig leaf of hypocrisy. Finally, I have a few questions, and I really want to hear your thoughts: 1. After reading this story, what is your biggest feeling? 2. If you were in this village surrounded by rumors, would you choose to follow the trend, remain silent, or stand up bravely? 3. Before reading the ending, did you guess the real murderer correctly? Which reversal surprised you the most? Welcome to leave your views in the comment area, and let's talk about human nature and prejudice. ⚠️I will go through everyone's messages one by one and select a few friends to talk about the ending and foreshadowing~ Please don't give any spoilers!