Chapter 27 Chapter two

Before getting into the topic, I must first explain that I have a quirk that is not accepted by the world, which is what I call "lens maniac".Readers must be very eager to know what is hidden in the so-called incredible incident and how to solve it in the end, but in this story, if I don’t explain my unusual hobby in advance, but directly cut into the incident itself, it would be too abrupt , and it is difficult to gain the trust of readers.Most of all, I would like to take this opportunity to give a good account of my defiant proclivities.Readers, please take it as if you are listening to an idiot's crazy words, and listen to me talking about my boring life experience patiently.

I don't know why, I was a melancholy and introverted child since I was a child.After going to school, I still used to stay alone in the corner, watching those classmates who gathered together to have fun, and occasionally there would be a look of envy in my eyes.When I got home from school, instead of playing with the neighbor’s children, I locked myself in my room—a room with four and a half tatami mats in the annex.When I was young, toys accompanied me to grow up. When I grew up, lens objects replaced childhood toys. It is not only my only friend, but also my only playmate. What a peculiar and unlovable child I was!Many times, I regard those inanimate toys as creatures with souls, and even talk to them. Those toys are either dolls, paper puppies, or various people under a magnifying glass. Or things, in short, there is no specific object.Just like chatting with lovers, I babbled with them endlessly, even matching words to each other, pretending to be two voices, asking and answering myself.I remember one time, my mother overheard me talking to myself, and she scolded me severely.At that time, I was still young, so I didn't know why my mother was so angry that she scolded me and stared at me as if she saw a monster.

Regardless of my mother's reaction, as I got older, my interest shifted from ordinary toys to slides, and then from slides to lenses.It should be Mr. Koji Uno, he once mentioned in a certain work that I was probably the kid who hid in the dark closet and watched the slideshow pictures over and over again.On that dark wall, a light with rich colors like a nightmare suddenly shot into it—different from the bright and brilliant sun light, it was light from an alienated world. All kinds of different pictures, and the mood of looking forward to the appearance of different pictures, have an irresistible attraction for me.I forgot everything in the world, I couldn't even remember to eat, and I stayed in the closet full of kerosene smoke all day, talking to myself with my own lines.Finally, one day, my mother discovered my abnormality, and she was so angry that she dragged me out of the closet. It was like a sweet dream being abruptly interrupted, and I was dragged into the cruel reality. Either way, it can't be called a pleasant memory.

I'm a full-fledged slide show enthusiast, but after graduating from ordinary elementary school, I gradually became ashamed of some of my behaviors. I no longer hid in the closet, and destroyed all the slide machines that were secretly hidden.Only, although I dismantled the machine, the lens was still intact.My slide lamp equipment is much more advanced than those sold in ordinary toy stores. The diameter of the lens slide lamp head is two inches long. It is very thick to the touch and heavy in the hand.I regard these two lenses as Wenzhen and keep them on my desk. It happened when I was in the first grade of middle school. One day, I couldn't bear to get out of bed.I am a person who likes to stay in bed, so this is not a rare thing. Although my mother repeatedly called me to get up, I just answered "um, um" indiscriminately. So I didn't want to go to school at all.I even lied to my mother about it, saying I was sick.When I pretend to be sick, I have to eat unpalatable porridge, and I can't do anything fun, because I can only stay in bed, and often by this time, I will regret not going to school.

I deliberately closed the rain-shielding window, and the room suddenly became dark, just like my gloomy mood, and the scenery outside was reflected on the paper door through the cracks and knotholes.Big and small, clear and fuzzy, interestingly, the reflected scenes are all upside down.Lying on the bed and watching all this, the words of the person who invented the camera suddenly came to my mind. Why can’t the image exposed through this knot hole have the same color as a photo?I thought about the things most kids would think, and I thought I was a great scientist. After watching it for a while, I still couldn't take my eyes off it, and the shadow on the paper door gradually faded away.When the reflection has completely faded, the harsh sunlight shines in through the same holes and crevices.Unexpectedly, the guilt of being absent from school for no reason made me fear the sun like a gopher.With an unspeakable disgust, I covered my head with the quilt, closed my eyes, and looked at the countless yellow and purple halos that gathered in front of my eyes with a sweet and disgusted mood.

Dear readers, if you feel that my foreshadowing has little to do with the murder incident, please don't blame me.I have always told stories like this, and the memories of my childhood are not completely unrelated to this murder. I poked my head out of the quilt and saw that there was a place directly below my face that was shining brightly. Circular light and shadow.Probably because the room was too dark, the circle of white light seemed so bright and dazzling that I almost couldn't open my eyes, which I found a bit inconceivable.Subconsciously, I picked up the lens on the desk and placed it above the circular aperture, and then I saw a monster-like phantom reflected on the ceiling, even though it was just a glimpse, it still scared me. , The lens in my hand fell onto the tatami, what kind of magical power does the reflection on it have, scaring me like this?Speaking of the reason, it is quite ridiculous. There is a thin orchid grass on the tatami. Under the action of the magnifying glass, the orchid grass reflected on the ceiling is enlarged to a thickness of two inches, and any small dust , can be zoomed in so that every detail can be seen clearly.Thus, I felt a terrible awe at the incredible magical effect of the lens.I also remembered its indescribable charm, and I have been fascinated by the lens world ever since.

I took out the small mirror that happened to be in the room, tried to use it to refract the light from the lens, replaced the tatami with some pictures and photos, and projected them on the wall next to me. Unexpectedly, the imaging was very successful.Later, when I entered the senior year of middle school, I learned about the principle of lens refraction in physics class. Many years later, when I learned about the physical slide, I realized that the invention I thought was great back then was actually no big deal. But at that moment, I realized that I had really made a significant contribution, and then I was obsessed in the world of lenses and mirrors all day long.

Whenever I have free time, I buy some cardboard and black fabric and make boxes of different shapes.The more and more lenses and mirrors I have on hand, sometimes I will make a curved U-shaped long obscura, and stick many lenses in the middle. This box is obviously opaque, but you can always see the other side from one side. On one side, as if there is no obstacle to the vision, I made a device that can see the other side. The family members all felt incredible and exclaimed that this is a kind of "perspective technique"; Concave mirror, try to use focused light to ignite; sometimes, put a lot of dark boxes of different shapes at home, so that the family members in the inner room can see clearly the appearance and posture of the guests standing at the entrance, in short, there are many similar to this I had a lot of fun with my little rascals.I even made my own microscopes and telescopes with some success.I even built a small mirror room specially, put frogs, mice and so on in it, watched them trembling with fright, and applauded beside them.

In short, these small hobbies, which are different from ordinary people, continued until middle school. After entering colleges and universities, I lived outside and was busy with my studies. Unknowingly, the lens game completely disappeared in my life.After graduating from school, I was not in a hurry to find a job to make a living, and I just wandered around all day long, so the lens game was revived with dozens of times more charm than before.