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The Eye of Sin
Suspense窥罪之眼
Wen Qiao
Hello, I am Wen Qiao. A person who is accustomed to writing at the junction of night and fog is also an author of suspense detective novels. Most of my stories start with the feeling that something is wrong - the coffee cup moves three centimeters on the table, a neighbor suddenly changes the walking route that he has taken for many years, and there is an extra figure in an old photo that should not be there. I am fascinated by these folds that are ignored in life, and use words to slowly iron them out, revealing the intricate cause and effect underneath. Some people say that my novels are like "clocks soaked in cold rain", precise but always with a damp chill. I grew up in a small town where it rained all the time. My childhood memories are of bluestone roads, rumors about old teahouses, water marks on the windowpanes during the rainy season, and secrets that adults are hesitant to talk about. These constituted my initial suspense enlightenment: the truth is often hidden behind language, hidden in the gaps of eyes. So I started writing, not to create pure horror, but to describe the "abnormality" that was close at hand - the brighter the sun, the clearer the shadows cast on the ground. My protagonists are often ordinary people with flaws. They may be sensitive and withdrawn, or they may be burdened with a heavy past, but they are morbidly alert to the "dissonance" of the world. The process of solving the case, for them, is also a process of sewing and tearing itself apart again and again. And I, as the author, am not only the chief surgeon of this delicate operation, but also the first person lying on the operating table. The end of suspense is never the answer, but the thin but tough distance between us and the world that deserves to be questioned repeatedly. Welcome to my detective world.
Hello, I am Wen Qiao. A person who is accustomed to writing at the junction of night and fog is also an author of suspense detective novels. Most of my stories start with the feeling that something is wrong - the coffee cup moves three centimeters on the table, a neighbor suddenly changes the walking route that he has taken for many years, and there is an extra figure in an old photo that should not be there. I am fascinated by these folds that are ignored in life, and use words to slowly iron them out, revealing the intricate cause and effect underneath. Some people say that my novels are like "clocks soaked in cold rain", precise but always with a damp chill. I grew up in a small town where it rained all the time. My childhood memories are of bluestone roads, rumors about old teahouses, water marks on the windowpanes during the rainy season, and secrets that adults are hesitant to talk about. These constituted my initial suspense enlightenment: the truth is often hidden behind language, hidden in the gaps of eyes. So I started writing, not to create pure horror, but to describe the "abnormality" that was close at hand - the brighter the sun, the clearer the shadows cast on the ground. My protagonists are often ordinary people with flaws. They may be sensitive and withdrawn, or they may be burdened with a heavy past, but they are morbidly alert to the "dissonance" of the world. The process of solving the case, for them, is also a process of sewing and tearing itself apart again and again. And I, as the author, am not only the chief surgeon of this delicate operation, but also the first person lying on the operating table. The end of suspense is never the answer, but the thin but tough distance between us and the world that deserves to be questioned repeatedly. Welcome to my detective world.