The immortal body is called Teevat

Just when Wu Cheng was enjoying his meal, he heard a customer at the newsstand next to him holding the newspaper tightly and shouting: "Great, I knew the murderer was his wife, exactly as I guessed. So that's how it is."

The passerby who was shouting not far from him attracted Wu Cheng's attention, so Wu Cheng turned his gaze over there to observe the person who was shouting.

Then the person who was traveling with him sighed to him: "Oh, I never thought that his wife, who had been in love with him for more than ten years, would do such a cruel thing to defraud insurance. I always thought that his business partners must have used dirty means to get rid of him."

"How is that possible? If his business partners get rid of him, how will he make money?"

The man who was excited just now became depressed again and complained to his friend: "This detective novel of Steambird Newspaper is so well written, the plot is so interlocking, I think if I read a few more books, I can become a qualified detective."

The man sighed: "It's a pity that there is not enough to watch. I have to wait at least a week for each issue, and it can't be updated all at once. It's really painful."

Then someone next to him complained: "Even if you read dozens of detective novels, you will never become a qualified detective. Just like last time you guessed that the victim's little daughter was the real murderer. How could a little girl commit a crime?"

"How many false cases would you have to cause if you were a detective? Then Mr. Villette would definitely sentence you to ten or eight years as a laborer in Mellow Petersburg."

The man then put the Steambird newspaper into his pocket and said to his friend: "It seems that we can only wait until tomorrow. If someone can write such a wonderful novel, I will be willing to pay more than twice the price."

A friend nearby advised him: "Do you think detective novels are so easy to write? It is said that the popular detective novelists can easily earn millions a month."

The man then changed the subject and said to his friend: "I have to work this afternoon. I'll have to wait until next week to read the next detective novel."

Then the excited man and the others left Wu Cheng's sight. But what they said made Wu Cheng feel like a light bulb was on.

That's right, after listening to what these people said, he had already thought about how to make a fortune, since he could make a lot of money by publishing detective novels in the Steambird newspaper.

As someone who came from another world, why not make a living from this? Many of the protagonists in the novels that Wu Cheng had read started out by plagiarizing.

Compared to the natives of Teyvat, Wu Cheng has a huge advantage. He has read many books and novels that Teyvat people have not read, so he is one step ahead of Teyvat people in storytelling ability. There is no reason for him not to succeed.

Besides, he actually had his own material to draw on. Compared to those local detective novel writers in Teyvat who imagined murder scenes in their minds, he had a wealth of practical experience.

Those authors were at most interviewing eyewitnesses of the case, or investigating members of the Fontaine Guard, but he had personally experienced it and knew best how to kill people.

For example, if I write about the dozen or so scumbags of the Liyue trafficking organization who died tragically at his hands and submit them to Steambird News, they might sell well. Even if it doesn't work out, I should be able to get a stable income.

As for the Man Ge restaurant massacre, Wu Chang did not intend to include it in the story. Otherwise, if one day someone with sharp eyes suspected that he was related to the Man Ge restaurant massacre, he would be doomed.

The more Wu Cheng thought about it, the more he felt that this way of making money was feasible, so he quickly wolfed down the food in front of him and prepared to start executing his plan.

Wu Cheng then went to buy a considerable amount of pens and paper, intending to earn some Mora in the days before Cesar's magic show to subsidize his 400 million Mora ticket costs and start writing his own detective novel in another world.

After buying paper and pen, Wu Cheng went to a hotel in Fontainebleau and booked a room for a month, planning to live there and write his own novel.

The writing of novels requires a quiet environment, so Wu Cheng specially picked a very high-end hotel. This hotel not only has high-quality sound insulation and gorgeous decoration, but also provides three free meals delivery service.

These conditions also allowed Wu Cheng to concentrate on his creation in the room. Then Wu Cheng sat at the table, sorted out the paper and pen he would use, and began to write, starting his detective novel creation time.

After he started writing, Wu Cheng felt that his thoughts never stopped. The scene of killing more than a dozen scumbags from the human trafficking organization that day was vivid in his mind, and he poured out all of it on the paper as if his memory was still fresh.

Even as Wu Cheng's mind was so clear and agile, the paper and pen were being consumed rapidly. According to common sense, Wu Cheng should not be able to create so quickly and without any bottleneck.

The story begins with a lumberjack working on the top of Liyue Mountain mysteriously disappearing, and when people found him, he had been sawed in half.

He seemed to have experienced something horrible before his death, and this strange thing did not end there. Then came the second, the third...

But when he was in the belly of the dragon Usa, his body had been tempered thousands of times, and his reaction and thinking had also been qualitatively improved. So it was not difficult to write such a detective novel.

Willy hasn't been as excited these days. After all, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, you will get bored if you admire it too much.

When she saw Wu Cheng writing something, she asked him, "Hey, Wu Cheng, what are you writing? You seem to be so absorbed in it."

While Wu Cheng was writing a detective novel, he replied to Wei Li: "Of course I am writing a novel. I earn some money from writing novels, otherwise I will have to sleep on the streets."

When she heard that it was a detective novel, Willy immediately became interested. She started reading it while urging Wu Cheng to write faster. She also occasionally looked at the detective novel Wu Cheng was constructing and asked about the subsequent plot development.

Of course, this kind of thing was naturally ignored and rejected by Wu Cheng, but Weili did not delve into the matter, but continued to guess in her heart who the murderer was.

After all, the plot of Wu Cheng's novel is closely linked, and the method of killing he wrote was also recognized by Weili, a veteran of the battlefield.

And Willy also rarely displayed her devil-level intelligence, constantly deducing the possibilities of who the murderer might be.

Then Wu Cheng wrote quickly and soon finished the last piece of paper. Then when Wu Cheng habitually wanted to reach out for another piece of paper, he found that there was no more paper for him to write.

Only then did Wu Cheng stop writing and look out the window. It had already gone from noon when the sun was shining brightly to dusk when it was about to get dark. Then Wu Cheng counted the finished manuscripts and found that there were as many as a hundred of them.