Wen was sent home by Spider-Man.

She herself didn't know that this was home, but the key she took out from her handbag could open the door. And as soon as she opened the door, the arrangement behind the door made her feel very familiar and friendly.

So this may indeed be her home.

But this is Wendy's home, not hers. Although she is Wendy now, she is not Wendy either... The ethical problems brought by time travel are indeed very difficult to deal with!

If it's difficult, forget it, don't think about it.

Wen threw the little struggle behind his head, then walked into the room lightly, and threw the handbag in his hand into the corner.

There is a faint smell of dust in the air.

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

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

In her memory, she was a decathlon expert in housework, and it was no problem to clean and organize. But the reality was that after five minutes of fighting with the thick curtains, she chose to surrender.

Wen picked up his cell phone and called, and opened his mouth and ordered smoothly: "Please come over and clean the room for me."

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

It seems that Wendy is still a regular customer.

But what is the strange name of "Ms. W"? Does Wendy also use the abbreviation to the public? And the cleaning company doesn't seem to be surprised at all. Is it because they have too many knowledge or use abbreviation?

While waiting, Wen took out his cell phone and played for a while.

What kind of boring person is Wendy?

Can you believe it? There is not a single game on this phone.

Yes, you heard it right. Those games that are very krypton, very liver or krypton and liver are not on the phone. Wen feels normal, but there is not even boring games like Xiaoxiaole in this phone.

Elimination of joy is a powerful tool to kill time. A life without elimination of joy is an imperfect life.

Wen Fei quickly downloaded a purge and started playing.

But as she played, she suddenly felt something abnormal.

The lights in the room seemed to have become dim, revealing a strange dimness, and the curtains that were pulled by Wen seemed to have become much thicker, as if there was a person hidden behind the curtain.

Wen's fingers were still clicking on the phone screen quickly, as fast as if he was touching electricity.

She stared at the game page on her phone with all concentration, moving all the same symbols together without thinking. These colorful Q-platform symbols should have been blurred in her eyes, but strangely, in Wen's eyes, each symbol is so vivid.

Making simple mechanical clicks doesn't require her to spend any attention, and she can do it entirely by relying on her subconscious mind.

Wen Chuang hit a few minutes and successfully leveled the level of Xiaoxiaole to more than 20 in one breath.

She sighed and put down her phone in disappointment.

Very well, she understood why Wendy wasn't downloading the game on her phone.

These games can't be used to kill time, okay? Instead, I feel a little mentally retarded while playing, and actually run to play such mentally retarded games, and try to use them to kill time.

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

A dark shadow suddenly rushed out of the ground and rushed towards Wen like a vulture. Its speed was extremely fast, but the movement that should have brought a sharp wind in the air was as light as a drop of rain.

Wen watched the thing rush towards him.

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

It was too close, so close that Wen could even clearly smell the ominous fishy smell. She sat stiffly in place, not even able to react to what was going on-no, she saw what was happening, but she couldn't make a definite reaction for a while.

Bang.

She heard her heartbeat.

Bang.bang.

It's getting louder and louder.

Bang bang. Bang bang. Bang bang.

It’s really scary to be so fast that your heartbeat is so fast. There is always an illusion that blood will eject from your blood vessels because of your heartbeat too fast in the next second.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...

The heartbeat was connected, and the pulse was stimulating and almost rushing out of the thin skin. A strange sense of awakeness controlled Wen's mind, which was too clear, and she could not understand this kind of awakeness for a moment, so the sense of awakeness turned into another feeling.

Extremely intense disgust and dizziness, strange excitement, as if her body was full of strength. At this moment, Wen simply felt that the life and death crisis she was facing was not a crisis at all.

This evil thing only needs a light slash.

Wen raised his hand and took out a small dagger from the edge of his handbag. The sharp dagger cut the thing that was pounced on Wen, as easy as cutting the cream with a hot knife.

This thing was split and fell to the ground, turning into two disgusting, mud-like stains.

If you look closely, these two stains are even vaguely split.

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

The knife was still tightly held in her hand. Wen stared at the stains on the carpet, and then turned his gaze to the knife.

Unexpectedly, she could experience this feeling of just taking out a weapon from her side?

The knife looks ordinary and has no other characteristics except that it is particularly thin. Wen turned his wrist a few times and made sure that the knife was not reflective from any angle, and even the blade was gray.

My heartbeat gradually slowed down, and the feeling of extreme clearness of my mind and full of strength disappeared.

Wen felt a little weak now.

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

Fortunately, it seems that I have not always been weak, at least the physical strength is absolutely fine. When encountering danger, I seem to be able to suddenly turn on a crazy (?) state against the enemy.

——That's not crazy.

Oh, not crazy, what is that?

——Death phobia.

Wen was buried again by the expertise that poured out from the depths of her mind, but after experiencing phobia and claustrophobia, she already knew exactly how to understand "phobia".

And I also understand why phobia causes the same crazy state just now.

...Fear will stimulate the large amount of epinephrine secretion, and adrenaline can enhance the heart and blood-generating functions, causing blood vessels in different positions to expand and contract, which will provide more strength for the body and greatly enhance people's thinking and action ability.

Simply put, it is an excitant secreted by the human body.

The core of phobia is uncontrollable intense fear, so whenever she is troubled by a certain phobia, she can actually temporarily have this crazy-like force value.

But it is generally not used.

There is only the exception of death phobia. When she is in the pathological fear of death, she can break through herself indefinitely and raise her physical fitness to the limit of the human body.

And there are no sequelae.

Because her body is actually extremely powerful and healthy, she can completely bear this kind of crazy, as long as she doesn't crazy for too long, such as lasting for several days or something.

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

Wen felt...she felt like she was a non-human species. Is this unscientific?

——No need to worry about this.

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

——We are thoroughly pure blood humans. And this is very scientific.

Before the temperature could respond, the doorbell rang.

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

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

Cleaning tools?

"Send you a sincere greeting, Ms. W." The leader was a young man who greeted Wen, and the four people behind him quickly spread out in the room, began to remove the curtains, sweep the floor, mop the floor and clean the walls with strange reagents.

The leading young man looked around the room and showed a heartfelt surprise when he saw what was on the carpet: "Finally, Ms. W, are you calling here no longer to let us provide ordinary home cleaning services?"

What are you not an ordinary cleaning company?

"Although it's not the human corpse we are best at dealing with," the young man looked at the stain, "but we are also professional in dealing with the corpses of magical creatures - we are professional in dealing with any corpse."

Wen paused briefly.

She said: "…Yes, it's perfect for you to deal with the dusty bodies."

Her voice echoed in the room, light and soft, just what she said, but it seemed a little sarcastic.

The young man didn't mind being ridiculed at all. He smiled and bent down, half-kneeled and rolled up the dirty carpet, and his warm feet were still on the carpet. When the young man came over, she subconsciously wanted to raise her feet.

But he didn't lift it up because the other party gently lifted her feet with his gloved palms, and then pulled it skillfully and pulled the carpet away from Wen's feet.

He knelt at Wen's feet, as if he noticed Wen's gaze. He raised his eyes slightly and smiled gentlely at her.

This young man is not particularly handsome, but when he kneels on the ground and looks up at people, the clear sense of tame hits Wen. After all, she has just experienced a life-and-death crisis, and she is so tired and sad. How could she hope that she can have a warm body kneeling beside her and use her body temperature to warm her toes...

Damn it started again!

This strange psychological monologue without any limit!
Chapter completed!