I have a camera that captures memories.
Other people's joys and sorrows, love and hate, under my lens are just pieces of photo paper waiting to be sold.
Relying on this business, I became the most mysterious memory hunter "M" in the industry. A photo is worth tens of millions.
I thought I had insight into human nature and was in control of everything.
Until that day, technology tycoon Li Chengze handed over his late wife's old ring and begged me to take a picture of their last quarrel.
The lens was raised, and what appeared in the viewfinder was the three-year-old myself laughing at the camera.
The shutter is pressed and the photo paper develops——
As an adult, I was wearing a strange wedding dress, smiling happily at the camera in an old church.
On the back of the photo, there is a line of small words like a poisoned knife:
"On June 21, 1987, the contract was established. Your life is a grand proxy auction."
Only then did I realize that this camera never bestows talent.
It only makes contracts.
And the memories of my life, long before I pressed the shutter for the first time, were clearly priced and waiting to be sold.
They call me the memory hunter.
But no one knows that I am the soul trapped in the camera, waiting to be hunted.
Purpose: I make a living by selling other people's memories, but eventually I discovered that the first memory I sold was my own life.