My left eye inherited this ability, and I will see the dying person as my mother.
But this alone attracted many people to come here and ask me to take a look at it.
Of course, I can only predict death, and there is no way to save me.
Ten minutes later, we arrived at the emergency room.
The family member sighed and said: "The advanced stage of gastric cancer may only happen in the past few days. Let the children play and don't join in the fun here."
If you say you are dead, the funeral will be held in full swing.
"Glasses are not a toy for children." I said seriously.
Ino played with my glasses and put them on his head. Then he took it off and handed it to me in a daze, saying: "The left one is so dizzy. If it makes me smarter, I would rather not give it up."
Not far away, several enthusiastic passers-by gathered around and asked what happened.
Say you live, even if you have terminal cancer.
I put on my glasses, walked out of the room, raised the microphone and said, "These five are all terminal cancer."
The fourteen-year-old me carried nine-year-old Ino on my back, and it took me an arduous five or six minutes to run to the main road.
I walked over.
Sixteen years later.
In this way, no matter which one I guess is correct, it is indeed an entertainment program.
I also found a very similar old woman in the ward.
Then the third, fourth and fifth were all.
The doctor did not admit that this was a treatment error, but the ophthalmology department at the hospital happened to agree to reimburse me for the cost of glasses.
But at that moment I was sure I saw a miniature version of my mother, much smaller than me.
But just after walking a few steps, I heard Ino suddenly calling from behind: "Brother One-Eyed Dragon."
As for my left eye, I have about 150 degrees of myopia.
The discovery of this incident started in the second week after taking off the eye patch, because the vision did not recover.
I yelled, "She has asthma."
What did I discover? I knew it all had something to do with Oscar the fat cat.
I found that regardless of gender, I could always see a few people who looked like my mother with my left eye.
And maybe it was because I was captured by Oscar, or maybe it was because he slept in my bed at the moment he died of old age.
These words are spread among the people.
I immediately asked: "Ino, do you have any medicine?"
My right eye is fine, but my left eye sees people as my mother when I take off my glasses.
I am very famous and have a nickname: Disaster Star.
I froze on the spot stupidly. The doctor found me after a while of questioning and said, "Who are you, little girl? My sister?"
The moment I took off my glasses, I was startled and sat down on the ground.
Ino.
I thought for a moment and realized how difficult it would be to find five people who are all cancer patients? And they all died today
"Well, there's nothing I can do about you." I smiled and took off my glasses.
But when I faced Ino, she changed back to her original state.
I almost exclusively tell bad news, and my success rate in predicting death is almost 100 percent.
…
I noticed that my left eye became blurry and I saw slightly different things.
I shook my head and said, "I met you on the road."
I smiled and thought that the show was very effective. Was it because I was afraid that I would not guess correctly
This leads to the conclusion that I am well-deserved to demonstrate my abilities.
Everyone who is going to die may become the person closest to him in the eyes of fat cat Oscar. Maybe it was Oscar's mother or something else, that's why Oscar was lying next to someone who was dying. Even giving up the temptation of food, I just want to spend more time with that person.
Until one day, I passed by Park Road after school.
I waved goodbye to Ino helplessly.
This gimmick also attracted a lot of media attention, and media would come to interview me almost every now and then.
She pointed to the schoolbag not far away with difficulty.
What did I discover.
I immediately ran over and rummaged around, and found a spray agent in the mezzanine.
I immediately put on my glasses, and the clear Ino returned to his original appearance.
Just like the old man in a ward, he is the old man in my right eye.
"What's wrong? Brother One-Eyed Dragon?" Ino came around.
The first one in my left eye is my mother.
Although his left eye was blurry at this time, the Ino in front of him looked like a miniature version of his mother.
…
The first round is a test game.
When I turned around, I found Ino lying on the ground.
I took the spray in Ino's hand and pressed it into the air a few times, but no gas came out. Then I followed Ino's example and shook it a few times, but no gas could come out.
I analyzed all this, and I seemed to know why Oscar, the fat cat, could predict death.
…
And for a moment, I actually saw her as my mother.
But what I saw with my right eye was clearly Ino, but what I saw with my left eye was my mother.
Because I see my mother in the crowd from time to time.
But in my left eye, he is 70% similar to my mother.
They entered the small room one by one and stood in front of me, allowing me to identify them one by one.
I took off my glasses and identified them one by one. Five young people appeared in front of me in order.
"Just wear it, I just want to know if it will make me smarter." Ino said with a smile.
Among five young people, one is a cancer patient.
At this time, she looked weak and was breathing rapidly.
There was a burst of boos and noises from the audience.
I cheekily touched one of them and asked, "Grandma, what disease does she have?"
After an hour of waiting, the doctor came out shaking his head.
I picked up the phone and sighed and said, "Everyone will know right away whether I am a magic stick or not, because everyone is going to die."
I was asked to stay in a small room.
"Brother, can you lend me your glasses?" Ino said with a smile.
I saw a familiar figure on the slide.
My first reaction was that I had asthma.
However, even the second one is the same.
After putting on new glasses, I finally returned to normal, but the things I saw were more or less strange.
The picture is clear in my right eye and a little blurry in my left eye.
After my mother died, she was buried on the first seven days, and I removed the gauze on the seventh day.
Then I pointed out which one had cancer and passed the test.
The origin of Disaster Star is because of my ability.
I ran over immediately.
In my left eye, she is my mother, and in my right eye, she is a livid grandma.
I immediately handed it to Ino, but she opened it, shook it, squirted a few times, and shook her head vigorously.
And each similarity is different. The one who looks most like Ino has passed away at this time.
"Eno, do you remember me?" I said.
And I was completely confused sitting in the passenger seat.
And the closer it is to death, the more similar it will be.
But the moment I took off my glasses, the Ino in my left eye looked like my mother's face.
"Maybe he studies too hard." I said.
I thought about it and walked around every ward.
Not long ago, a program called Psychic War invited me to be a guest on the program on June 3rd.
I wandered around the hospital, taking off my glasses and looking at each ward.
I subconsciously covered my left and right eyes back and forth, only to find that what I saw with my left eye was different from what I saw with my right eye.
One of the passers-by immediately stopped a taxi, picked up Ino and sat in the back seat.
I immediately took off my glasses and glanced at the host. She was also my mother in my left eye.
I knew I had run out, so I was helpless and immediately picked up Ino and ran towards the hospital.
I am a fortune teller.
He is still the height of Ino, but his face is that of his mother.
The little girl looked at me and said, "My deskmate also wears glasses, and his grades are really good. Because he always won't let me touch his glasses, I sometimes wonder if he becomes smart because he wears glasses." "
I put down Ino and shouted, "Help."
If you don’t know your fate in the late stage of cancer, it’s better to spend money to see the disaster star.
I handed her my glasses and rubbed my eyes.
After testing, my right eye vision was normal.
I didn't attend my mom's funeral, which I chalked up to my hallucinations.
I looked down at the audience. In my left eye, every person in the audience was my mother.
"You are one-eyed brother, why do you wear glasses?" the little girl said and slid down the slide.
At this time, the host said: "Mr. Lixia, you are a genius. Before I went on stage, I knew that there was only one cancer patient here. You can't be a liar."
"I recovered after being captured by Oscar, but my vision has not recovered. I have to wear glasses, otherwise I can't see clearly." I said.
Family members are by your side at this time.