[Zhongyingmei] I continue for 1 second for myself

"Jana? Is that you?"

Janna's head was still a little confused, and it took several seconds to react before realizing that it was her close colleague.

"Kyle?" As soon as she said it, she found her voice hoarse.

He wanted to touch his throat with the other hand, but found that he was tied with a plaster cast and his feet were also immobilized.

Apparently it's about to be a dead Janna.

"Good girl, are you finally awake?" Kyle sounded a little excited.

"What do you mean I am finally? How long have I been lying down?"

Janna only felt powerless all over her body, and felt a sense of exhaustion as if her body had been drained dry after staying up all night for three days and three nights.

Kyle on the opposite side sighed: "It's been almost a month since your accident. The last time I visited you in the ICU, the hospital asked me to prepare for the possibility that you might remain in a coma." Then he changed his tone, "I knew You won't sleep forever. By the way, last time CC asked me to bring you food, I see you are not awake and plan to bring it to you next time."

Janna's job requires her to be on call at all times, and colleagues in the department are as close as family members.

She was very moved, "Well, thank you."

Kyle: "Get well sooner and come back to thank you. A few people from our department will come to visit you together in a few days."

Janna hung up the phone, a little unsure.

Is her life about to be normal?

She bit her lower lip, took a tissue from the bedside cabinet, crumpled it into a ball, let go and threw it down along the bed.

The second hand of the wall clock on the wall seemed to stop for an instant, and was pinched and trembling when it intended to move to the next frame;

The liquid medicine in the hanging bottle was hung on the mouth of the tube for a long time.

The ball of paper fell to the ground, the pointer moved to the next space, and the potion fell down the drip tube.

- Life is not normal.

Is this body that belongs to her recovering little by little, or is it gradually dying?

The door of the room was opened, and the blond female nurse with a stethoscope around her neck poked her head, "Oh? You're awake. Someone is here to see you."

Besides her colleagues, who would come to see her?

The door was thrown open, and Janna caught sight of the person behind the nurse she didn't want to see at all.

Loose long jeans, a dark sleeved T-shirt, and a headset hanging around his neck.

"...Why are you dressed like this?"

Except for her left hand, Janna's spine was immobilized down to her neck, and she squinted with great difficulty to look at this familiar face.

"Then what kind of dress should I be?" His eyes swept over her, as if peeling off a layer of skin.

The devil in the black robe...

This description flashed through her mind, but she didn't say it.

Although he had talked to her, she had also seen him take off his robe and hat in front of her in that world.But she in this world shouldn't know his other identity.

"If you're going to the video game hall, you shouldn't be here." Janna reacted quickly, "I don't know you, who are you, and what did you mean last time?"

"You don't need to know me, I'm just here to confirm one thing." He walked around to her hospital bed, his eyes fell on the medical record inserted there, and he read her name in a very interesting tone, " Janna."

Jana caught her breath.

"I've heard the same name in other places." He said casually, but his cold gaze fell on her face.

"Really? What a coincidence. So you're here to see if I'm that person? I'm sorry to disappoint you." Janna lowered her eyes and kept her face as calm as possible, not meeting his gaze.

The edge of the bed sank, and he didn't know when he sat beside her.

"No, that person should be dead."

His foot touched something, a small ball of crumpled paper.

"Should?" Janna repeated the word, "Have you ever described the deceased like that? Be careful that her coffin board can't be held down and jumps out to strangle you."

"Will not……"

At night, Janna lay in bed, her mind was filled with that answer:

—“No, she has no soul.”

What does it mean?

She remembered seeing a dead Chihuahua held in the arms of that man, a soul?

So Janna Caitlin's body, carrying the soul that was supposed to leave the body when she died, didn't show up?

There were so many things bothering her, she closed her eyes, expecting another day when they opened.

It is indeed a new day when you open your eyes.

When she got up from the ground, many people around her were watching her.

"Ma'am, would you like me to call an ambulance?"

"No, I'm fine." Janna steadied herself.

She checked her whole body, and there was no terrible wound or blood, which is good news.

Besides a small bag, there was also a heavy paper bag hooked on her wrist.

In front of him was a building whose top floor could not be seen from the head up. The original owner of the body seemed to have passed out at the door of this building.

In other words, he died at the door.

Heels hitting the ground, Janna stepped into the air-conditioned building to catch her breath.

"Jana? I thought you wouldn't be here today." The sexy and lean blonde woman passed behind, greeted her, and went straight in.

It was only then that Janna noticed that this building was not an ordinary department store or office building, and identity verification was required to enter the interior.

If she knew her, wouldn't she be too?

She flipped through the bag in her hand and found a piece of ID.

"Welcome back, Miss Jana Loren."

Janna successfully passed the biometric verification, her charm was written on the smiling faces of the group of security guards who couldn't help but greet her.

"That's right!" someone called her.

Janna turned her head, pursed her smile and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Your bear is very cute, ma'am."

bear?Janna untied the bow on the paper bag, and sure enough, she found a teddy bear inside.

This Miss Lorraine, why did she bring a teddy bear to her workplace?

It's surprisingly childish.

While waiting for the elevator, she took out the teddy bear from the paper bag and squeezed it, feeling that it didn't feel right.

Flip over back and unzip.

15:45

Janna froze in place for a few seconds before zipping up the zipper abruptly.

There is a plastic|plastic|bomb|bomb in this bear toy? ? ?

The elevator door in front of him dinged open.

The people around rubbed her and walked in.

"Ma'am, don't you come in?" Someone asked her.

"No, I remembered something."

Janna stuffed the bear toy back into the paper bag and hurried towards the direction it came in.

Then, accidentally, it bumped into a person.

"Oh, ma'am, my strong muscles didn't hurt you, did they?" The person she bumped into used a provocative tone and stabilized Janna's shoulders with both hands.

The lady in front of him was not as panicked and surprised by his identity as he had expected. Instead, after saying sorry, she hurried past him and left.

Didn't even look at him!

Has his flirting skills failed?

"Who is she?" The man lifted up some of his sunglasses, looked at the lady going away, and asked the bodyguard and driver beside him.

"Your subordinate, Mr. Stark." Happy has long been accustomed to seeing his boss not recognize his employees.

The man named Stark took off the sunglasses along one ear.

Looking at the back of Janna leaving, she commented: "Beautiful and bold."

It's working hours now, is this lady just skipping work in front of her boss so casually?

No wonder he didn't even look at himself, it must be like this.He's still charming no matter what he does.

Janna, who had been defined as skipping work, walked out of the gate of the building and went straight to the nearest artificial river.

She threw the teddy bear into the river with the paper bag attached.

Turning around a few steps, there was an explosion behind her, and the pool water drenched her all over.

A true hero never looks back.

Janna, who solved the plastic|plastic|explosion|bomb, thought so.

She followed the mobile map navigation and went straight back to Lorraine's apartment.

The single-story apartment was deserted, and there was a photo on the cabinet at the door, in which Lorraine was just a little girl with brown-red long hair, smiling happily at the camera as a family of three.

This time, she didn't seem so bad.

Thinking of this, Janna pushed away from the bedroom that should belong to her, looking for some dry clothes to change into.

Before entering the bedroom, Janna froze in place.

The white walls of the room were densely covered with newspapers and photos, all of which were of the same person.

And on these photos, in the same place, as if venting hatred, a big cross was drawn with a red signature pen.

On the colored magazine closest to her, there was a name crossed in red pen—Tony Stark.

The hero who never looked back and solved the bomb?

She wasn't so bad this time?

Ha ha.