I noticed that my left eye was blurry and I was seeing something slightly different.

It started the second week after the blindfold was removed, because vision was not restored.

The doctor didn't admit that it was a treatment error, but the hospital just agreed to reimburse me for the cost of my glasses.

After testing, my right eye has normal vision.

In my left eye, I have about 150 degrees of myopia.

With my new glasses, I finally got back to normal, but what I saw was more or less strange.

Because I would see my mom in the crowd from time to time.

After my mother died, the first seven were buried, and I went to remove the gauze on the seventh day.

I didn't attend my mom's funeral, and I attributed the incident to the cause of my hallucinations.

Until one day, I was passing by Park Road after school.

I saw a familiar figure on the slide.

Ino.

And for a moment, I actually saw her as my mother.

But when I was in front of Ino, she was back to her original form.

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

I walked over.

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

"You're Brother One-Eyed Dragon, why do you wear glasses?" said the little girl, sliding down the slide.

"After being caught by Oscar, my vision didn't recover. You can only bring glasses, otherwise you can't see clearly. I said.

The little girl looked at me and said, "I also wear glasses at the same table, and his grades are good." Because he always wouldn't let me touch his glasses, I sometimes wonder if it was because he wore glasses that he became smarter. ”

"Maybe he's studying too hard. I said.

"Brother, can you borrow your glasses from me?" said Ino with a smile.

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

"Just wear it, I wonder if it will get smarter if you wear it. Eno said with a smile.

"Well, I can't help it. I smiled and took off my glasses.

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

At this time, although the left eye is blurred, the Eno in front of him is a miniature version of his mother.

"What's wrong? 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 bit blurry.

But what I saw with my right eye was Ino, but my left eye was my mother.

The height is still Ino's, but the face is Mom's.

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

Ino played with my glasses and put them on his head. Then he took it off and handed it to me and said, "The left side is so dizzy, if I can be smart like this, I would rather not." ”

I immediately put on my glasses, and Ino changed back to his original self after clarity.

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

I reluctantly waved goodbye to Eno.

But just after walking a few steps, he heard Eno behind him suddenly call: "Brother One-Eyed Dragon." ”

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

I immediately ran over.

At this time, her face was weak and her breath was short.

My first instinct was to have asthma.

I immediately asked, "Ino, do you have any medicine?"

She struggled to point to her schoolbag not far away.

I immediately ran and rummaged through it, and found a spray in the mezzanine.

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

I took the spray from Ino's hand and pressed it into the air a few times, but it didn't emit a single gas. Then I learned that Ino shook it a few times, but it couldn't breathe any gas.

I knew I was running out, so I immediately picked up Eno and ran towards the hospital.

Fourteen-year-old me carried nine-year-old Eno on my back and struggled for five or six minutes to get to the road.

I put down Ino and yelled, "Help." ”

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

I yelled, "She's having asthma." ”

One of the passers-by immediately stopped a cab and picked up Eno and sat in the back.

And I sat in the passenger seat, and the whole person was confused.

Ten minutes later, I arrived at the emergency room.

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

I froze in place, and the doctor came to me with a little questioning and said, "Who are you, little girl?"

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

。。。。。。

I was wandering around the hospital, and I kept taking off my glasses and looking at the rooms.

I found that both men and women, I always saw a few people who looked like my mother in my left eye.

It's like an old man in a ward, and in my right eye he's an old man.

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

I thought about it and walked through every ward.

What I found.

Everything is fine in my right eye, and my left eye sees some people as their own mom when they take off their glasses.

And each similarity is different, the most similar Eno has passed away at this time.

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 pale grandmother.

The family was there at this time.

I cheekily touched one of them and asked, "Grandma, what's wrong with her?"

The family sighed and said, "Stomach cancer is in the advanced stage, it may be just a matter of the next few days." Let's play while the kids are playing, don't join in the fun here. ”

。。。。。。

What I found, I know it all has to do with Oscar the fat cat.

I analyzed it all, and I seemed to know why Oscar the fat cat could predict death.

Everyone who is going to die may become the closest person to the fat cat Oscar in the eyes of him. Maybe it's Oscar's mom or something, that's why Oscar is nestled next to the dying man. Even give up the temptation of food, just want to stay with that person for a while.

And I may have been caught by Oscar, or it could have been because he got into my bed the moment he died of old age.

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

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

。。。。。。

Sixteen years later.

I'm a fortune teller.

I'm famous, and I have a nickname: Scourge.

These few words are circulated among the people.

If you don't know your life in the terminal stage of cancer, it is better to spend money to see a disaster.

Say that you are dead, and you will be alive and well.

Say that you live, and the terminal cancer will continue to live.

The reason for this is because of my ability.

I will almost only say bad news, and my success in predicting death is almost 100 percent.

Of course, I can only predict death, and I can't save it.

But that alone attracted a lot of people to come and ask me to take a look at it.

This gimmick also attracted a lot of media attention, and almost every once in a while, the media would interview me.

Not long ago, I was invited to be a guest on a show called Psychic War.

The first round was a test game.

I was asked to be locked up in a small room.

One of the five young people is a cancer patient.

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

Then I pointed out which cancer patient was considered to have passed.

So that I live up to my name and show my ability.

I took off my glasses and identified them one by one, and five young men appeared in front of me in order.

The first one in my left eye was my mom.

However, even the second one is actually the same.

Then the third, fourth, and fifth were all there.

I smiled and thought that the show was working very well, but I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to guess it?

So no matter which one I guess is right, it's really entertainment.

I put on my glasses, walked out of the room, held up the microphone and said, "All five of them are terminal cancer. ”

At this time, the host said: "Mr. Lixia, you are a god stick." Before I came on stage, I knew there was only one cancer patient in the room, and you wouldn't be a liar. ”

There was a burst of boos from the audience, and the noise came and went.

I thought about it for a moment, and then I realized that all five of them were cancer patients, how hard to find? And all of them died today?

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

I looked at the audience, and everyone in the audience was my mother in my left eye.

I picked up the microphone and sighed and said, "Everyone will know right away if I'm a god stick or not, because everyone is going to die." ”

。。。。。。

(Friends who have seen my books from other platforms, and friends who have built a new account to read books at the starting point.) If you really like it and have the ability, remember to subscribe to this book, and other friends can also help promote it. I'm afraid that the grades are too poor and there is no hope of publishing a book, so everyone must want to see the physical book presented in front of everyone. Thank you, please don't be stingy with recommended tickets and monthly passes. I don't want to be buried in a sea of books and become a pity. ）