Win Wayne

Wen was sent home by Spider-Man.

She didn't even know that this was home, but the key she took out from her handbag could open the door, and once the door was opened, the arrangement behind the door made her feel very familiar and intimate.

So this might indeed be her home.

But this is Wendy's home, not her home. Although she is Wendy now, she is not Wendy... The ethical issues brought about by time travel are indeed very difficult!

Even if it's difficult, I don't want to.

Wen threw that little struggle behind his head, then walked briskly into the room, and casually threw the handbag in the corner.

There was a faint smell of dust in the air.

The senses of this body are much sharper than her own senses, maybe it is because of the sharpness that Wendy is so sick?

Wen guessed casually, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to tidy up the room.

In her memory, she is a decathlon housework expert, whether it is cleaning or tidying up, but the reality is that she chose to surrender after struggling with the thick curtains for 5 minutes.

Wen picked up his mobile phone and made a call, and he opened his mouth to order smoothly: "Please ask someone to come and clean the room for me."

"Okay, Ms. W." The person opposite was polite, "We'll send someone right away."

It seems that Wendy is still a regular customer.

But what kind of strange name is "Ms. W"? Does Wendy also use abbreviations externally?And the cleaning company didn't seem surprised at all. Is it because they have too much knowledge, or is it common to use abbreviations.

During the waiting time, Wen idly took out his mobile phone and played for a while.

What kind of boring person is Wendy.

Can you believe it?There is no game on this phone.

Yes, you heard that right, there are no games that are very, very, or both, on the phone. Wen thinks it's normal, but this phone doesn't even have such a boring game like Xiaoxiaole.

Xiaoxiaole is a sharp tool to kill time. A life without Xiaoxiaole is an imperfect life.

Wen Fei quickly downloaded a match and started playing.

But while playing, she suddenly felt something abnormal.

The light in the room seemed to be dimmed, revealing a strange yellowish color, and the curtains that were messed up by Wen La seemed to have become much thicker, as if there were people hiding behind the curtains.

Wen's fingers were still tapping the screen of the phone very fast, as if they had been electrocuted.

She stared intently at the game page on her phone, moving all the identical symbols together without thinking.These colorful Q-version icons should have been blurred in her eyes, but the strange thing is that in Wen's eyes, every symbol is so vivid.

Doing simple mechanical clicks doesn't require her to pay the slightest attention at all, she can do it entirely by subconscious mind.

Wen went crazy for a few minutes, and successfully raised the level of Xiaoxiaole to more than 20 levels in one breath.

She sighed and put down the phone in frustration.

Very good, she understood why Wendy stopped downloading games on her phone.

These games can't be used to kill time at all, okay? On the contrary, I feel a little mentally retarded when I play them, so I would go to play such mentally retarded games and try to use them to kill time.

The moment she put down her phone, a sudden change occurred!

A black shadow suddenly rushed out from the ground and rushed towards Wen like a vulture. Its speed was extremely fast, but the movement that should have caused a sharp wind sound in the air was as light as a drop of rain at the same time.

Wen watched helplessly as the thing rushed towards him.

The threat of death was like a sharp knife, almost piercing her pupils!

It was too close, so close that Wen could even smell the ominous stench clearly. She sat stiffly on the spot, and she hadn't realized what happened—no, she saw what was happening, it was just a Time cannot give an exact response.

boom.

She heard her own heartbeat.

boom.boom.

Louder and louder.

bang bang.bang bang.bang bang.

The heartbeat is so fast that it really makes people feel panic. There is always an illusion that the blood will be ejected from the blood vessels due to the rapid heartbeat in the next second.

bang bang bang bang...

The sound of the heartbeat became one piece, and the pulse almost rushed out of the thin skin. A strange sense of sobriety controlled Wen's mind. Became another feeling.

Extremely strong nausea and dizziness, weird excitement, as if her body was full of strength, at this moment Wen felt that the life-and-death crisis she was facing was not a crisis at all.

This kind of evil thing only needs to be cut lightly.

Wen Yang raised his hand and took out a small dagger from the side of the handbag. The sharp dagger sliced ​​through the thing that was rushing towards Wen, just like cutting butter with a hot knife.

The thing split open and fell to the ground in two disgusting, mire-like stains.

Take a closer look, the two groups of stains even vaguely resemble a split human figure.

Wen looked at the stained carpet expressionlessly, her heart was still beating wildly in her chest, but the beating pulse had calmed down a lot.

She was still holding the knife tightly in her hand, Wen stared at the stain on the carpet, and then put her gaze on the knife.

Didn't expect her to be able to experience this feeling of taking out a weapon from her side at random?

The knife looks ordinary, with no special features other than being exceptionally thin.Wen turned his wrist back and forth a few times to make sure that the knife did not reflect light from any angle, and even the blade was dusty.

The heartbeat gradually slowed down, and the feeling of extreme clarity of mind and strength in the body disappeared.

Wen felt a little weak now.

...But she has always felt that she is a little weak, so this slightly uncomfortable feeling of always being a little weak is probably her physical condition most of the time.

Fortunately, it doesn't seem to be weak all the time. At least the physical strength is absolutely fine. When encountering danger, it seems that it can suddenly turn into a frenzied (?) state to fight against the enemy.

——That's not madness.

Oh, not madness, what is that?

- Phobia of death.

Wen was again overwhelmed by the expertise gushing from the depths of her mind, but after experiencing fear of empty spaces and claustrophobia, she already knew exactly what to make of "phobia."

And I also understand why phobias cause the state of madness just now.

…Fear will stimulate the secretion of a large amount of adrenaline, and adrenaline can enhance the function of the heart and hematopoiesis and blood circulation, and expand and contract blood vessels with different functions in different positions, which will provide more strength for the body, People's ability to think and act is greatly enhanced.

Simply put, it is a stimulant secreted by the body itself.

The core of phobias is uncontrollable intense fear, so whenever she is troubled by a certain phobia, she can actually have this kind of crazy force value for a short time.

But generally not used.

The only exception is death phobia. When she is in the pathological fear of death, she can break through herself infinitely and improve her physical fitness to the limit height of the human body.

And there are no after-effects.

Because her body is actually extraordinarily strong and healthy, and she can fully bear this kind of madness, as long as it doesn't last too long, such as several days or something.

——So even if you have a phobia, you won’t die, just endure it.

Wen felt... She felt as if she was a non-human species.Is this unscientific?

——Only don’t worry about that.

Said the voice that always appeared in her mind, like her own thoughts.

—We are pure-blooded humans through and through.And it's very scientific.

Before Wen could respond, the doorbell rang.

She felt that the strange corpse on the carpet should not be seen casually, but she felt that it was completely fine, so she raised her voice: "Please come in, the door is unlocked."

The door was slowly opened, and five men walked in with steady steps, carrying various...

Cleaning tools?

"My sincere regards, Ms. W." The leader was a young man, who greeted Wen, and the four people behind him quickly spread out in the room, and began to tear down the curtains, sweep the floor, mop the floor and use Strange reagents clean the walls.

The leading young man looked around the room, and when he saw the things on the carpet, he showed sincere surprise: "Finally, Ms. W, you called, are you no longer asking us to provide ordinary door-to-door cleaning services?" ?”

Why are you not an ordinary cleaning company?

"Although we are not the best at handling human corpses," the young man inspected the blob of stains, "we are also professional in handling the corpses of magical creatures—we are professional in handling any corpses."

Wen paused briefly.

She said, "...yes, your dusty bodies are also perfect."

Her voice echoed in the room, soft and soft, but the content of what she said, no matter how you listened to it, it seemed to be a bit vaguely mocking.

The young man didn't mind being ridiculed at all. He bent down with a smile, half kneeled and rolled up the dirty carpet. Wen's feet were still on the carpet. When the young man came over on his knees, she would subconsciously raise her foot .

But she didn't lift it up, because the other party gently lifted her foot with a gloved palm, and then pulled the rug away from Wen's feet deftly.

Kneeling at Wen's feet, he seemed to notice Wen's gaze, raised his eyes slightly, and smiled at her docilely.

This young man's appearance was not particularly handsome, but when he knelt on the ground and raised his eyes to look at him, Wen was struck by that clear and tame feeling. After all, she had just gone through a life-and-death crisis, and she was so tired and peaceful. Sad, how she wished that there would be a warm body kneeling beside her, warming her toes with body temperature...

Damn it started again!

This kind of weird psychological monologue with no lower limit!