Dwelling of Memories Chapter 10

The dazzling white light shone and accompanied by a severe headache, I opened my eyes.

"Miss, are you awake?"

I looked at the middle-aged woman in front of me who was close to fifty years old. She was wearing a decent suit and looked very worried about me. But I had no impression of her at all. I just felt like my head was about to fall apart.

"Miss, I am your housekeeper!"

"Butler? I don't remember."

Seeing me holding my head in pain, the woman who called herself a housekeeper felt very distressed.

"doctor!"

She left the ward to find the doctor, and I realized I was the only one in the ward. Judging from the decoration of the ward, this should be a VIP ward. It's really funny, I can't remember anything, but I can recognize that this ward was expensive.

"Ms. Chen, can you still remember other family members or friends?"

I shook my head: "I can't remember anything. I don't even remember who I am."

The doctor nodded and told the housekeeper seriously: "It seems that the blood stasis has compressed the nerves, causing her memory problems."

"Can you remember it later?"

"It's not very optimistic. The location of the oppression is close to the hippocampus. Patients with amnesia may not be able to remember what happened before."

The housekeeper's expression was very subtle. She seemed to be relieved after hearing the doctor's words.

"It's okay, we can take our time."

Only after the butler's introduction did I know my identity. I am the only daughter of a famous entrepreneur in this city. Since both my parents passed away, I have always relied on a housekeeper to take care of me. I can live without worries for food and clothing for the rest of my life just by relying on inheritance. In other words, any problem that can be solved with money, for me None of it is a problem. This memory loss was caused by a car accident on the way out.

Soon, I was discharged from the hospital and went home. I followed the housekeeper to an independent villa in the suburbs. This villa is close to the mountains and forests and is very suitable for rest. The housekeeper told me that this was where my parents lived. The facilities here are very complete, it is almost an independent community, with gyms, swimming pools, sports rooms, and even game arcades. The housekeeper said that the game room was built just before I lost my memory.

I picked up the photo on the coffee table. It showed a middle-aged couple. The housekeeper told me that these were my parents who died in a plane crash.

Looking at their loving smiles, I didn't feel anything familiar.

The housekeeper is indeed a nice person and she arranges my life in an orderly manner. Piano lessons in the morning, dance or oil painting practice in the afternoon, and just stay at home and watch TV in the evening.

She is the person who knows me best besides my parents. She said that I am a very versatile artist. Based on my understanding of what it means to be an artist on television, I'm clearly not as capable as I should be. But she was very strong, monitoring my practice every day and not allowing me to relax at all, because the doctor said that in addition to taking medicine, people can also enhance people's memory function and stimulate nerve recovery by learning various skills. But after half a year of stimulation, my memory shows no signs of recovery and is getting worse.

For example, I often forget whether I have taken a shower or not, and I can never find the things I put away.

After my memory deteriorated, I became less and less interested in attending various classes and lying in the arcade playing various games all day long. This is probably the only thing I am similar to before.

Soon, the game arcade also made me tired. I lay on the sofa and played with the game coins in my hands, throwing them high into the air and catching them again and again. I was bored. The housekeeper didn't allow me to run around alone, but I had no memory and no life plan. I didn't know anyone from the outside world, and the family business was left alone. What's the point of living like this?

The game coins in my hand suddenly fell to the ground due to my shaking, and rolled under the sofa. I turned over and lay on the ground, trying hard to touch the game coins with my hands, but I touched a smooth stick that seemed to be connected to the ground.

This is really strange. I held the stick and wanted to pull it out to see what it looked like. But I heard the wall of the arcade rumble, and a secret door opened next to the shooting machine. Inside was a vending machine. A neon sign lit up above: a memory vending machine.

The game arcade was built by me before I lost my memory, so this mechanism could only be set up by me, but why should it be hidden in such a hidden place?

I approached the memory vending machine, and there was something that looked like VR glasses placed in the transparent glass.

"Please insert coins."

The machine issued a voice prompt. I found the coin slot and put in a game coin. I took out this strange instrument and put it on my head.

A man in a suit and tie immediately appeared in front of me. Although he was very close to a real person, his unnatural smile made me understand that this was a virtual character in the program. This virtual character greeted me in a respectful tone of a robotic male voice: "Hello, do you want to buy memories or sell memories?"

"What? Memories can be bought and sold?"

"Of course. Human memory constitutes the essence of a person, and it is a precious asset. Some people want to obtain happy memories, and some want to remove painful memories. This can be achieved through buying and selling."

I immediately became interested: "Can I buy my lost memory?"

The man still said to me with a stiff smile: "No. What we collect is the memory of humans from all over the world. The amount is too huge. If you cannot provide accurate memory information, we will not be able to find the memory you need. This It's a paradox."

"How do you put a price on memories?"

"Based on the quality and importance of the memory, the system will automatically mark the price. The happier the memory, the higher the price, and the more important the memory, the higher the price."

"how to buy?"

"Money can be purchased directly, or you can exchange memory information of higher value for memory information of slightly lower value."

I nodded, thinking. I don’t know if this thing is true or not. If you trust this man in a suit rashly, it will be bad if something happens. I can try it with low-level memory first.

"I want to buy a pianist's memory." This will reduce the number of exercises for a course.

"Okay, worth a million."

"So expensive?"

"It's not expensive. A good pianist needs to pay a lot."

I thought about it, even if my money came from the strong wind, this business would still be a loss.

"Then we don't need the memory of a pianist, just the memory of a piano teacher."

"Two hundred thousand."

"make a deal."

I put down the VR and hurriedly found the butler who was training the servants in the hall.

"Where do I keep my credit card?"

The housekeeper shook his head helplessly: "It's on your bedside table. Do you remember the password?"

I didn't wait for her to finish speaking, so I ran to the bedside table in the bedroom and grabbed a bank card with a small balance and an ID card. Based on the certificate, I deduced that the bank card password was my birthday.

Returning to the arcade, I put on the VR glasses again and swiped my bank card at the scanning area of   the machine.

"The transaction is completed and will take effect the next morning. I wish you a happy life and good memories."

I took off the VR and put it back into the machine, found the handle under the sofa again, and pushed it back into place. The door was closed, and the wall was perfectly flat, with no traces visible.

That night, I went to bed early and looked forward to the next day.