There is a novel that I read ten years ago. The protagonist knows an old man who practices Qigong in the park. Later, he slept and dreamed that the price of memory chips went up, and then he went in.

Good or bad luck index: 77 (from Buddhist mathematical culture, for reference only)

I dreamed that the price of memory chips went up. You seem a little confused these two days, forgetting everything for no reason. I still don't know if I forgot where I put it or if someone stole it. If you don't pay attention to things, you will be very tired to find them. But I am very confused, but I am bold and open to my feelings, and the success rate of confession is not small.