Wrong Talk******

When the K-line of fate twists in the dark night, an orphan forgotten by the world ignites the theoretical fire entangled with human nature and money in the sound of keyboard tapping. Lin Shen huddled in the damp rental house, and the red and green curves on the screen were like snake letters licking his life. He spent ten years measuring the pulse of the market, but was named by the God of Death before the applause ended. He does not believe in gods, but only in trends; he does not rely on predictions, only on structure. From a single stroke to a set of philosophy, he deduced trading rules that transcend time and space on his sickbed. But when he stood at the top and looked back, he found that under his feet was a road paved with burning souls. This is the story of a person fighting against chaos, and it is also a huge gamble of exchanging life for justice. Lin Shen used youth to feed data, used health to build models, and finally turned himself into a part of the theory. He once predicted the global stock market crash and cracked the bookmaker's puzzle, but he was still unable to reverse his fate. When humans finally understand that "the trend is perfect," does it also mean that we have already lost our respect for the unknown?