Chapter 10 — Behind the 50cm Wall Is a Secret

The other side only believes what they “verified”. They won't give me a chance to explain. In their eyes— I was labeled.

“An author with problems.”

And that label— Will spread very quickly. Want to cut off my way of life. I sat down on the chair. An unprecedented feeling of helplessness overwhelmed me. All the defenses I built— In the face of his true power— Are laughably fragile. He is like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark. If you don't take action, that's it. It means biting straight at the fatal point. I looked at the computer screen. The words I just wrote. Something I was proud of. What feeds me. Becomes sour. I suddenly understood. This battle— It was unfair from the start. I thought I was at a high level, able to predict every move. But actually— He was standing on a much higher floor. Looking down on all my efforts. What should I do? Give up? Leave this city? To start all over again? As soon as that thought occurred to me— I immediately squashed it. If I go— That means I lose. That means I accept all the things that are dumped on me. I'm not going. I, Chu Vu— have never been one to admit defeat easily. You ruined my career? Want me to "die" in society? You succeeded— Really pissed me off. I slowly stood up and walked to the wall. Lean back against the cold concrete. The fire in my chest— Boiling like lava. When I opened my eyes— Only cold remained. And determination. You use your rules— Then I— Will use my ways— To destroy you. You want to play? I play with you. Play to the end. I returned to the table. Fingers move quickly on the keyboard. No more writing stories. I open a new file. On the first line— I typed down:

“My neighbors—Wang Zhen and Wang Lei.”

I stared at the "permanent termination" email for an hour. The feeling of being deprived of life—Compared to being tormented by noise—is many times more intense. If Vuong Loi wants to take advantage of the rules of this industry to turn me into a “dead person”— Then I will strip away that very shell. I opened a folder that had always been hidden deep in my computer. These are all the documents I have accumulated over the past time. There is a recording of Wang Zhen's initial bossiness. There is a photo of four hot spots lined up like a farce. There was Tieu Truong's helpless voice. There is a video of Vuong Loi coming to the door—elegant appearance, cold and scary eyes. Most important— The audio and video recordings I took while the police were handling the "water leak" incident. I do not choose to post on familiar story writing platforms. Because I know— Wang Lei's arm… might have reached there. I created a new social media account.

"The worm lives outside the air-conditioned room".

Do not paint. No dramatization. I used all my skills as a writer— To write my first article:

“WHO IS KILLING MY QUIET”

I'll tell you everything. A “neighbor dispute”— Essentially a case of “class oppression”. It's a soundproof wall fifty centimeters thick. One image is enough to make one suffocate— The space is suffocated. But in return— It's dignity.

“When the law becomes a veil for the powerful,

When silence becomes the sin of the weak— I can only use my pen to build a fortress.” Ten o'clock at night—the post went up. No promotion. Don't buy views. I just sent the link to a few friends in the profession—those who have not yet had time to remove me from their list. This is just a cry of despair. Will sink into the sea of information. I was wrong. One o'clock in the morning— Sharing exceeded three thousand. Three o'clock in the morning— The article climbed to the top of local hot news. Hatred of the "nightmare neighbor" is something that is deeply rooted in instinct. And "those who have the power to orchestrate harm" are the fire of the whole society. Commentary— People tell stories of being abused by their neighbors. The lawyer came in to analyze the "fake water leak" case. I received the first call from the media. Their voices were urgent:

“Is Vuong Loi in the article... a member of Hang Loi Thuc Nghiep?”

I just replied:

"The truth lies in the evidence. I'm just telling it."

The phone shows dozens of missed calls. All strange numbers. One message stands out— Tu Vuong Chan:

"Chu Vu, you're crazy! You're destroying your future! Delete your post!"

I looked at that text. Laughed so much I almost cried. My future— Hasn't it been trampled on by them since Vuong Loi called his partner? I answer in three words:

“It's not done yet.”

It's not just because of the air conditioners. It's because of my life path—a writer. Public opinion has gone beyond the scope of "neighbor disputes". People began to dig deeper— About Hang Loi Real Karma. About Vuong Loi's heinous acts. The image of "elegant businessman" he worked so hard to build— In the shadow of that gray wall— Is collapsing layer by layer. But I know— This is just the beginning. A cornered person— Will not sit still. Just as I was about to post the second post— Summary of all the evidence— The home circuit breaker was disconnected. Sinking into darkness.