Win Wayne

Wen sat blankly on a park bench in a daze.

The breeze blew slowly, causing the shallow grass to fall down softly, and the golden sunlight shone on the calm long river, shining bright waves.

But these scenes were all blurred in Wen's eyes.

She felt breathless and dizzy, a feeling that was strange but strangely familiar.

The chest is still throbbing.

Wen didn't know what she looked like now, but there was no doubt that she looked very bad, because she had heard a surprised voice: "God! Ma'am, what's wrong with you, ma'am? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

Great, it looks like she just has some vision problems and her hearing is fine.

A red figure approached - I'm sorry that she really couldn't see what the other person looked like, she could only vaguely see that the other party was a mass of red and blue color blocks, and Wen was so uncomfortable that he couldn't think about why someone would wear it. So bright colors came out.

She took a hard breath and said reluctantly: "...No need to go to the hospital, please..."

What to do next?

—Go to a place that is not so empty.

"... Please take me to a place that is not so empty," Wen weakly supported the long color block that the other party was stretching towards her - it should be an arm, "Thank you."

Before the words fell, Wen felt his body lighten up.

She was picked up by the other party's waist, and then she trotted at a uniform speed. Judging from the wind speed, this trot was very fast.

No, this is no longer "very fast" at an ordinary level. No matter how conservatively estimated, this guy's physical strength can win all the gold medals in the Olympics.

Before Wen could analyze more, the other party put her down and helped her to sit down on the chair.

"You're welcome, young lady, this is what I should do." The red and blue block said briskly.

This time he got closer, and Wen Neng could clearly hear his gritty, juvenile voice, and her angina symptoms eased a lot—why did she know it was angina—so subconsciously, Wen Estimate the identity of the other party in my heart.

There may be errors in hearing the voice, but judging from the green muscles she touched just now, this is definitely a boy who is not yet an adult.

Tight uniforms in red and blue.

And she's in New York now—why does she know she's in New York—forget it's not the most important thing right now.

Wen tentatively said, "Thanks for your hard work, you can go help other people in need, Spider-Man."

"It's okay, young lady, now you are the most needy person in the neighborhood." The red and blue blocks agreed with their identities.

Wen felt overwhelmed: what the hell?What the hell? ?What the hell? ? ?

Why is she in New York?Why does she speak English so fluently?Why was she dizzy, nauseous, blurred vision, and angina?

Most importantly, why did she guess that the helper was Spider-Man, and the other party actually admitted that he was Spider-Man, and she didn't think that the other party was joking when the other party admitted it, and immediately believed it?

crossed.

This thought, just like the previous thoughts related to "angina pectoris" and "Spiderman", slammed into Wen's brain, knocking her into a daze.

The good news is that her vision is gradually recovering, just like a blurred video is gradually turned into high-definition, and the world in her eyes becomes clearer little by little.

This is a sidewalk. She is sitting on the edge of the flower bed, less than [-] meters away from where Wen was just now.

Even so, running this distance at a high speed and at a constant speed within a second or two is still terrifying.

At least Wen knew exactly what this meant.

To put it simply, the mobility is too high, and ordinary weapons such as small and large caliber pistols, repeating rifles, and sniper rifles basically cannot hit Spider-Man.

Unless Spider-Man stood still and was beaten.

But Spiderman has an ability called spider sense, which is equivalent to an enhanced version of the sixth sense, and can quickly detect a crisis, so rounding it up, Spiderman is immune to most ordinary human weapons——wait a minute, why did she knew?This is too strange, right?

All the physical pain slowly weakened, and at the same time, Wen was very surprised to find that the intensity of her thinking was countless times clearer than before, as if she had been severely weakened just now.

She scanned the surroundings and quickly confirmed her safety.

This time Wen also wondered why she knew she was safe, but unlike before when she had no time to think about similar doubts, this time, her brain quickly gave her the answer.

People's thinking ability is very powerful, making basic simple judgments doesn't even need to take up too many brain resources, it can be done subconsciously.

For example, when reading a passage written in the native language, the reader does not need to call out the specific meaning of each word in the passage from the brain, and then connect each word in the passage in order to understand the passage What you want to explain and express.

The subconscious mind has already helped the reader to complete this process.

For Wen, she can quickly know and understand these things, just like when a person sees a slope, he will naturally judge whether the slope can be climbed by himself. These thoughts are too basic for her .

Very good, Wen thought calmly, she knew she was a smart person.

But this answer still doesn't explain why her mind is empty now.

Spider-Man, who had been standing on the sidelines waiting for Wen to recover, finally found a chance to ask: "Uh, sorry young lady, are you okay now? Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital for a physical examination? I'm not joking, you just now Your face is really bad, your breathing is weak, but your heartbeat is so fast that I doubt it will jump out of your throat..."

"It's okay, I'm better now." Wen had to interrupt the other party before he could spit out more words, "I'm just a little uncomfortable because I have..."

- Phobia of open spaces.

The moment this term emerged from Wen's heart, a long series of explanations came over.

Spatiophobia, as the name suggests, is an intensely pathological fear of open spaces.

Phobias that are intense enough to become morbid will be manifested physically.Patients may suddenly experience severe discomfort, blurred vision, and symptoms such as chest tightness, suffocation, palpitations, a sense of dying, colic in various parts, or loss of body control.

Spider-Man looked worriedly at Wen who hadn't spoken for a long time: "Ma'am?"

"...I have a phobia of open spaces." Wen continued, "Sorry, I may have scared you."

She continues to recall relevant knowledge and information.

When the phobia of empty space is severe, strong mental stimulation may cause the patient to experience "depersonalization".

The word "depersonalization" aroused Wen's interest and curiosity, and she paid more attention to this word.

During the depersonalization experience, the patient will consciously feel that he is remote and false, and in the process, the patient's ability to express emotions has no problem.

... Isn't this a common description in novels?

After grief to the extreme, "feeling that I have become a rational bystander", "knowing that I should be in great pain at this moment, but in fact, I just feel that those experiences are happening to another person"...and so on.

Wen quickly understood what was wrong with this body. She quickly browsed through the follow-up explanations and noticed an important point.

The occurrence of depersonalization may be due to the patient's strong self-denial.

So, Wen thought, she is now experiencing a depersonalization experience caused by severe open space phobia?

Come on, she didn't deny herself.

She is obviously time-traveling.

The body she traveled through seemed to have a phobia of open space, and it was probably because the phobia was too severe that she died suddenly.

logic connects...

No, it doesn't make sense. Phobia is obviously a mental illness, not a physical illness. Why can she experience it after transmigrating...

Forget it, it's not important, I'll talk about it later.

"Empty space phobia? This is the first time I've heard of this kind of phobia. I don't know much about phobias. I only know about the more famous fear of heights and blood sickness. This is the first time I've heard of this kind of symptom... ...Anyway, you're all right, young lady."

Spider-Man earnestly warned: "Don't appear in an open place next time! But since you have a phobia of open spaces, why did you go to the park to see the lake..."

Because she also just found out that she has a phobia of open spaces.

Wen silently swallowed this sentence, and smiled at the helpful neighbor Spider-Man: "I see, thank you!"

Spider-Man's long series of words came to an abrupt end.

The mask obscures his face, so Wen doesn't know what the other person's expression is, but Spider-Man's body language shows that he is flattered.

So her body is very beautiful, Wen thought, maybe it's not the ordinary kind of beauty.

"Uh, uh, this is what I, what I should do, no, you're welcome," Spider-Man was at a loss, "Well... may I know your name?"

"Wing." Wen said without thinking, "You can call me Wing."

Spider-Man immediately responded enthusiastically to Wen: "You can call me... er, just call me Spider-Man... Sorry I can't tell you my name."

Perhaps because of this embarrassment, Spider-Man took a step back suddenly: "I'll go get your things!"

Before Wen could stop it, he was pulled into the air by the spider web and passed over the heads of countless people.

New Yorkers seem to be used to this, except for a few people who stopped to take pictures and videos, most of them just kept going.

Spider-Man came back from the mid-air within a few seconds, jumped a few steps after landing on the ground, and then trotted over with a handbag in the shape of a wooden box.

Wen saw the golden word art on the handbag at a glance.

"To Wendy."