She Is Slower Than a Snail

When the sixth mutilated corpse floated up on the Puyang River on a rainy night, I was bumping into a new criminal psychology expert. "The murderer is gathering an audience," she pointed to the snail shell camera on the body bag. "This is his performance prop." I wiped the rain off my face and sneered: "You newbies who watch American TV series, please don't cause trouble." When I pulled her out of the mud, covered in blood, she stared at me and smiled: "Team Xie, the camera in the snail shell... Caught you saving me." The heavy rain hit my face, and I suddenly understood why the murderer was obsessed with snail shells—— Beneath the hard shell lies the softest and most deadly desire for voyeurism.