Win Wayne

"It's okay," Wen mistakenly thought he was asking about the taste, "it's sweet and melts in your mouth. The taste is very special, it's soft and crispy when bitten down before it completely melts—the outer part is soft when it's contained, Still crispy on the inside."

"I'm asking how you react now!"

"No response, just eat some snacks, how can there be any reaction?" Wen wanted to pinch a piece from the silver plate, but Damian quickly withdrew his arm, and she didn't force it, "If you like it, keep it for yourself Let's eat."

Damian looked at Wen with a strange expression: "What does this thing look like to you?"

"It's kind of like mushroom, and kind of like meat, but it's kind of like sugar in terms of color," Wen said. That eyeball candy, the plasma drink."

Her expression was very flat, neither serious nor contemptuous, which showed that she just said this guess casually, and didn't take her guess at all.

What was on the silver platter was perfectly normal to her.

Normal, and maybe quite common.The appearance of this thing is very ordinary to her, and the taste and taste are not surprising, but her conventional attitude makes Damian's scalp tingle.

Is she completely used to these things?Is there a boundary between what is truly normal and abnormal in her mind?

Or is everything normal to her and there is no distinction between normal and abnormal at all?

"I don't know if Wendy has mentioned this to you, but our perception ability should be far beyond that of ordinary people, to some extent even close to 'reading emotions'." Wen said, "I can Feel your mood now. I can feel everyone's mood, and the accuracy is quite high."

Damian understood everything, and he suddenly realized: "This is why you have been so moody for so many years?"

Wen said: "To Wendy, the whole family is a huge lie. Everyone has secrets, everyone lies in front of her, and everyone doesn't mean what they say. In fact, your disguise is in place, and Wendy herself is not. Living in Gotham, if she didn't have this sensitivity and talent, maybe she wouldn't be so confused."

Damian stopped talking.

He finally understood why Wendy, who was surrounded by love since childhood, had such a character.A person who realizes from childhood that he cannot be fully trusted by his family, nor can he fully trust his family, will not be able to truly trust others when he grows up.

Wendy grew up in the mist.She can never really get in touch with the "facts" in the eyes of ordinary people.

All facts have another brand new form in her eyes, hallucinations, the truth in her own eyes, and the truth in the eyes of the outside world, these three are intertwined and superimposed in her consciousness.

The huge discrepancy between self-perception and external consensus turned her into a monster living among the crowd.

"Would the world be a better place?" he asked.

"It has nothing to do with the world, it has something to do with me." Wendy said lightly, "Wendy will pursue the truth, but I won't. Wendy will ask a lot, but I won't. Wendy will torture herself, but I won't. Of course, we all Knowing that the existence of this world is objective and unchangeable, but I can choose what I see and what I feel."

"You are very smart, although I don't want to say it, but you are smarter than Wendy." Damian commented.

He has completely calmed down, and the anger and sense of loss of control a few minutes ago have completely disappeared from his expression and tone, making one wonder if this guy has some special face-changing skills.

Wen didn't think it was a question of being smart or not at all... But forget it, correcting other people's views is unnecessary.

They walked round the garden as if in a dark mist.This peaceful atmosphere made Wen feel refreshed. After walking for a while, Damian asked, "What's your name?"

"I don't need to exist." Wen politely refused, "If I didn't exist when I was here, then I don't need to exist after I leave."

"Wendy won't come out again?"

"I don't know, no one can understand her thinking." Wen gave Damian a sideways look, "She is a monster."

Now Damian feels that this Wendy who is not Wendy is also a monster.

"I may indeed be a monster," Wen mused.She looked around and found a bench in the garden, her eyes lit up immediately, she ran over excitedly, jumped onto the chair and sat cross-legged.

Damian followed closely and sat down at a seat not too far or close to Wen.

"Sometimes I feel that time is frozen." Wen said looking forward, "It's not the kind of freeze frame that is trapped on the same day, but... It seems that the world I live in is both developing and static."

There was nothing in front of her, but to Damian's horror, the look in her eyes indicated that she had indeed seen something.

"Explain clearly," Damian said.

"It's all in circles. It's like... you see, as we speak, there are millions of people out there going through their lives, who may be sick and dying, who may have bought a lottery ticket that will win a lottery, who may have People are being killed, and people are being killed. A lot of things are happening, but they have no effect on the world."

"There are only a few people who can influence the world," Damian said.

"That's not what I meant. Well, it's hard to explain this feeling to you, because I don't quite understand it myself." Wen said, "It's just, just, I don't think it should be like this. The world should not be This way."

"Be clear."

Wen thought for a while, and then said with effort: "For example, you see, every once in a while, there will be supervillains everywhere to make troubles, and superheroes will solve the supervillain's conspiracy. After each incident is resolved, there will be A brief period of peace..."

“…this time of peace is like standing still.”

"Nothing is really going to evolve. Every day, at about the same time, about the same people, in about the same positions, doing about the same things."

Wen stared melancholy at the air.

"The food truck on the street corner is always selling the same food. Who was in line yesterday, and who is in line today, and the order is similar to that of yesterday. Those who played with their mobile phones yesterday are also playing with their mobile phones today, and those who were chatting yesterday are today. Or chat, they chat about the same thing."

"Of course there are always differences in details, for example, they will change their clothes and hairstyles, yesterday when they played a game on their mobile phone, today they may be watching a video... But there will be almost no change in the general framework. "

"The world really flows only when those 'big events' happen," Wen said. "If the 'big events' don't happen, they all act like a backdrop, following a set pattern."

Damian was inexplicable: "What's wrong with this?"

"There are still many strange things. The dead villain or hero will be resurrected. This kind of thing will always happen, but no one can explain exactly how it is resurrected. Whenever it is mentioned, it is said that 'resurrection is a small probability', but resurrection There are obviously a lot of people."

Wen pouted: "Having died so many villains and Chaoying, how many of them haven't been revived after a while? This is obviously what must happen: the dead will definitely reappear, and then a new 'big event' will unfold '."

"It seems to me," said Damian calmly, "that you're just describing reality. I don't see the point you're trying to make."

temperature:"……"

She said sadly: "How should I describe it? Don't you think this is weird? Although time is passing by, the world has not changed with the passage of time at all."

"The reality is like a super-long TV series with tens of thousands of episodes. A century has passed outside the show, but less than ten years have passed in the play." Wen's fingers flicked lightly in the air, " And the people on the show never realize there's anything wrong, even though they've had Thanksgiving and Christmas hundreds of times over the course of the decade."

Damian looked at Wen strangely, and said, "That's how the world is."

"There are worms in the sand, giant meat worms that look like giant blood-filled sausages, and they eat everything that moves on the sandy surface. There are tiny people out there that we can't see , they will quietly steal small things from humans, and this behavior is called 'borrowing'. In return, they will take care of the owner's garden. Sometimes the sky will suddenly darken, and the range that can be seen above the head is covered by a rotating Eyeballs fill. Fairies and magicians hide among the crowds, zoo animals talk and act like people."

Wen said, "Is this the world?"

She said, but didn't care much about getting an answer from Damian, but sighed melancholy.

"It's time for you to go back," she said. "I can feel it. Goodbye, Damian. Ah yes, by the way, Wendy doesn't hate you as much as you feel."

Then she heard Damian ask strangely: "...Who are you talking to? Who is Wendy?"

Damian from another world is gone.

Wen didn't answer.

As if he had been fooled, Damian suppressed his throat and roared angrily: "Wen! I came here with you because you said you had something to tell me!"

"Actually, it's not that I have something to say, but that I have something to show you." Wen said.

She raised her hands and looked ahead intently. Although there was undoubtedly nothing in front of her, this focused gaze was indeed quite deceiving.

Damian folded his hands on his chest, half-believingly waiting for Wen's next move. Wen spread his arms to the width of his palms and shoulders, arched his hands, and slowly approached the position she was looking at, as if trying to find something in the air. It's like catching something in front of something.

After staring at the front for a few seconds, Wen suddenly put his hands together.

She put her closed hands in front of Damian and said, "Did you hear that?"

"What kind of tricks are you playing?" Damian was extremely vigilant, "I didn't hear anything."

"Listen with your heart and feel carefully." Wen followed the temptation, "Try again."

She looks serious, and Damien reluctantly complies.Strange to say, he actually heard a soft slapping sound, rustling and intermittent, as if some living thing was thrashing in Wen's hands.

Wen saw the look of surprise on Damian's face.

She slowly opened her palm.

From her palm, a butterfly with huge wings flew out.