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I found that my left eye became blurred, and what I saw was slightly different.

I found out this matter from the second week after removing the blindfold, because my eyesight did not recover.

The doctor did not admit that this was a treatment error, but the hospital happened to have an ophthalmology department who agreed to reimburse my optician.

After testing, my right eye has normal vision.

And my left eye has about 150 degrees of myopia.

With the new glasses on, I finally returned to normal, but what I saw was more or less strange.

Because I will see my mother in the crowd from time to time.

It was the first seven burials after my mother died, and I went to remove the gauze on the seventh day.

I did n’t attend my mother ’s funeral, and I attributed this to the cause of my hallucinations.

Until one day, I passed by Park Road after school.

I saw a familiar figure on the slide.

Ino.

And one moment I actually regarded her as my mother.

But when I was facing Eno, she changed back to the same.

But at that moment I was sure that I saw a smaller version of my mother, who was much younger than me.

I walked over.

"Ino, do you remember me?" I said.

"You are Brother One-eyed Dragon, why are you wearing glasses?" Said the little girl and slid off the slide.

"It was better after being caught by Oscar. My eyesight did not recover. I can only wear glasses, otherwise I can't see clearly." I said.

The little girl looked at me and said, "I wear glasses at the same table, and his grades are good. Because he doesn't let me touch his glasses, I sometimes think about whether he becomes smart because he wears glasses. "

"Perhaps he studied too hard," I said.

"Brother, can you borrow my glasses?" Inno said with a smile.

"Glasses are not toys for children." I said seriously.

"Just wear it, and I wonder if it will become smarter with it." Inno said with a smile.

"Well, there is no way to get you." I smiled and took off my glasses.

The moment I took off my glasses, I was taken aback and sat on the ground.

At this time, although the left eye was blurred, Ino in front of him was a reduced version of his mother.

"What's the matter? Brother One-eyed Dragon?" Ino gathered around.

I handed her my glasses and rubbed my eyes.

My right eye is a clear picture, while my left eye is a little blurry.

But what I saw in my right eye was clearly Inno, while my left eye was my mother.

The height is still the height of Inno, but that face is the face of mother.

I subconsciously covered my left and right eyes, but found that what my left eye saw was different from my right eye.

Ino played my glasses and put them on his head. Then he picked it up dizzyingly and handed it to me: "It's so dizzy on the left.

I immediately put on my glasses, and the cleared Inno returned to its original shape.

But the moment I took off my glasses, Ino in my left eye had a face of my mother.

I waved helplessly to say goodbye to Ino.

But after walking a few steps, I heard Ino behind him suddenly called: "Brother One-eyed Dragon."

When I turned around, I found Ino lying on the ground.

I ran over immediately.

At this point she was weak and short of breath.

My first reaction was an asthma attack.

I immediately asked, "Do you have medicine?"

She pointed hard at the schoolbag not far away.

I immediately ran over and searched, and found a spray medicament in the mezzanine.

I immediately handed it to Ino, but she opened it and shook her head a few times.

I took the aerosol spray in Ino's hand and pressed it against the air a few times, no gas was emitted. Then I learned that Ino shook it a few times and couldn't emit any gas.

I knew it was used up, but I immediately picked up Ino and ran towards the hospital.

At the age of 14, I carried 9-year-old Ino, and it took me five or six minutes to get to the road.

I put Ino down and shouted, "Help!"

Not far away, a few enthusiastic passers-by gathered around and asked what was wrong.

I yelled: "She committed asthma."

One of the passers-by stopped a taxi immediately, picked up Ino and sat in the back row.

While I was sitting in the co-pilot, the whole person was confused.

Ten minutes later, he arrived at the emergency department.

After an hour of waiting, the doctor came out with his head shaking.

I was stupefied stupidly. The doctor found me for a while and said, "Who are you, little girl? Sister?"

I shook my head and said, "I met on the road."

. . . . . .

I was wandering in the hospital, I kept taking off my glasses and looking at a ward.

I found that regardless of men and women, my left eye could always see several people who looked like mothers.

Just like the grandfather in a ward, he is the grandfather in my right eye.

In my left eye, he is 70% similar to my mother.

I thought about it and went through every ward.

What i found.

Everything in my right eye is normal, and my left eye regards some people as my mother when I take off my glasses.

And each similarity is different, the most like Ino has already passed away.

I also found a very similar grandmother in the ward.

In my left eye, she is my mother, and in my right eye, she is a grandma with a pale face.

The family is now beside.

I cheeked one of them and asked, "What's wrong with grandma?"

The family members sighed and said, "The advanced stage of gastric cancer may have happened in the past few days. Let's go play with the children, don't join in the fun here."

. . . . . .

What I found, I know all this is related to the fat cat Oscar.

I analyzed all this, and I seem to know why the fat cat Oscar can predict death.

Everyone who is going to die may become the closest person in the eyes of the fat cat Oscar. It may be Oscar's mother or something, so Oscar will sit beside the dying person. Even giving up the temptation of food, I wanted to spend more time with that person.

And I may have been arrested by Oscar, or it might have been in my bed at the moment of death.

My left eye inherits its ability, and I will regard the dying person as my mother.

And the closer to the death period, the more similar it will be.

. . . . . .

Sixteen years later.

I am a fortune teller.

I am very famous and have a nickname: Scourge.

These words have been circulated among the people.

It is better to spend money to watch the disaster star if you are dead in advanced cancer.

Say you die, live a dragon and kill a tiger.

Say you live, and cancer continues to live.

The origin of Scourge is because of my ability.

I almost only tell bad news, and I predict that the success rate of death is almost 100%.

Of course, I can only predict death, and I can not rescue.

But this alone attracted many people to come here, let me take a look at him.

This gimmick also attracted a lot of media attention, and there will be media interviews almost every third.

Not long ago, a program called Psychic Warfare invited me to be a guest on June 3.

The first round is a test game.

I was asked to be kept in a small room.

One of the five young people is a cancer patient.

They entered the small room and stood in front of me in turn, allowing me to identify them one by one.

Then I pointed out which one is a cancer patient.

So that my name is well-deserved, to show my ability.

I took off my glasses and recognized them one by one. Five young people appeared in front of me in order.

The first one in my left eye is my mother.

But even the second one is actually.

Then the third, fourth and fifth were all.

I was smiling and thinking that the show was working well. I ’m afraid I could n’t guess.

This way, no matter which one I guess, it's right. It's really an entertainment program.

I put on my glasses and walked out of the room to raise the microphone and said, "These five are all advanced cancers."

At this time the host said: "Mr. Lixia, you are a magic stick. Before I took the stage, I knew that there was only one cancer patient.

There was a boo, and there was a lot of noise.

I thought about it for a moment, only to find how hard it is to find the five cancer patients? And all died today?

I immediately took off my glasses and glanced at the host. She was also my mother in her left eye.

I looked down at the stage. Everyone in the audience was my mother in my left eye.

I picked up the microphone and sighed, "I am a **** stick, everyone will know right away, because everyone is going to die."

. . . . . .

To be continued ~

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