Looking for a novel, the man was a killer, and later went to a newspaper that was about to close down as a reporter. I remember he was called the king of voyeurism or the king of candid camera.

The killer who killed the best B on the list, for some unknown reason, also shouldered the mission of carrying on the family line, walked into the city, settled in an urban tabloid and became a trainee photojournalist. Pretending to be B, he took a photo of a popular teenager, an innocent girl and a big star, which caused an uproar and unexpectedly created a naked king, realizing the dream of having many children and grandchildren. ...