Zhou An may never have thought that one day he would have the ability to predict death in advance. After all, predicting death is really incredible for a materialist like him.
"Crazy, crazy, I actually heard hallucinations, and I also hallucinated the news that I was going to die. I laughed to death. It's so outrageous." Zhou An shook his head and didn't take this matter to heart at all. After all, a person like him who drinks every day until his stomach hurts can dream up anything at night. After all, yesterday He only dreamed of dancing with a handsome man at night, but he woke up from the dream just when the person he admired lowered his head and kissed his forehead. He complained to his friends in the morning that it was just a kiss, mainly a kiss on the forehead, and it was not a 19-year-old ban. This would shatter my dream, outrageous! It's outrageous! So Zhou An naturally thought that he was drunk again today, but the next day, in front of the sink mirror, he heard it again. He kept slapping his face with his hands, but he still heard, 'Zhou An, as of 1 o'clock in the morning last night, your survival time is 89 days and 23 minutes. '
Intention: Try to live