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Full text saving After He Ying woke up and opened his eyes, a cold mechanical sound sounded in his mind. [Dear victim, hello, your death countdown is 72 hours, please be prepared to die. He Ying: Huh? Are you sick? He Ying thought he was hallucinating and didn't take it seriously. 72 Hours later, an out-of-control truck rushed towards him. He Ying: Damn it—I'm really going to die! He was hit by an out-of-control truck and his head and body were separated and crushed to pieces. When he opened his eyes again, the cold mechanical sound sounded in his mind again. He Ying: "Was I dreaming just now?" He walked to the bathroom, ready to wash his face and calm down. The morning news was being broadcast on TV: "Last night, a man was run over by a truck and died. According to eyewitnesses, the scene was very scary..." Then the news released photos of the scene. The shoes and bags were all his. He Ying: "Fuck!" Am I really fucking dead? A woman walked out of the kitchen and shouted to him: "Jiang Chuan, try saying another dirty word!" As if he wanted to say another word, the man would rush over and tease his two big ass. He Ying: "... Who are you?" Wait... This doesn't seem to be my fucking home! ! ! He Ying rushed into the bathroom and saw an unfamiliar face in the mirror. What's even more terrifying is that he actually knows where the bathroom is, and it's not his home at all. The news outside the house continued to broadcast: "The deceased's name is He Ying, and he was an intern doctor..." He Ying: Am I really dead? ●Character authorization: Artist—Tan Cen ●Font authorization: Baixuan Intention: Born toward the sun