I Followed the Protagonist in the Novel and Bought the Same Set of Double-Color Ball Numbers and Won.

The most cruel thing about this book is that it makes you feel an indescribable chill at every point that should be refreshing. Won the lottery, not ecstasy, but a chill down my spine. I've found a pattern, it's not excitement, it's doubting myself or not myself. An online article writer used a lottery ticket to enter himself into the oldest question of mankind, and then discovered that from ancient times to the present, those who asked the question before him had long hidden the answer in the cracks of history. Reading this book doesn't feel like reading a novel, it feels like looking in the mirror. You in the mirror are asking: Are you sure that the decision you just made was made by yourself?