Since there were no test subjects, Luke didn't know what the function of this illusory "limb" was.
But judging from Kilgrave's ability, this line should be a means of manipulating others.
I can only wait until I find the right person and try again, he thought to himself.
Looking at the data from his body test, he nodded: "It is true."
When he activates his ability, the pheromones in his body increase rapidly in a short period of time, and then decrease rapidly.
Apparently, these newly produced pheromones are released outside the body.
In addition to instruments, another effective detection method is sensitive sense of smell.
It can detect the movement of the thin pheromone lines in the air.
The main body of the lines is his own scent, which is then mixed with that indescribable trace amount of pheromone smell, forming a new scent.
This is similar to Kilgrave's method of scent composition, but the specific scent is completely different.
Simply put, his and Kilgrave's scents are like two completely different types of perfumes, and a keen sense of smell will not confuse them.
After analyzing all the data on himself, Selina, and the gold nugget, he stored the data in a special notebook and put it back into the storage space.
Now, all his research data is on these special notebooks and storage devices.
These notebooks can only exchange data through the UPS interface, and the mobile storage will be destroyed every time data is transferred.
Luke's physical fitness is already inhuman, Selina is at the level of quasi-supernormal group, and Nugget is even an alien species.
Anyone who knows the business will notice the problem with the data of two people and one dog once they look at it, so it is always better to be careful.
Even in Xiaowo's database, there is no detection data of him, Selena, and Gold Nugget, which is to avoid to the greatest extent possible anyone from breaking through Xiaowo's defenses and discovering these deadly things.
Well, for example, a certain young man has the good habit of secretly hacking into other people's hosts to download data.
After doing all this, Luke went upstairs to wash up and go to bed.
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The next morning, New York had a rare sunny day, with faint sunlight appearing in the sky early in the morning.
On the fourth floor of an old apartment building in Clinton, Jessica got up from the bed in the apartment, her eyes blank, and her hands scratching her messy black hair.
After a moment, she felt something was wrong: "Well, why don't you have a headache today?"
Looking at the golden light slanting in through the gray glass, she murmured, "It's dawn. I actually slept until dawn?"
According to her own habits, she had to get drunk every night, using alcohol to numb her mind so that she could fall asleep in a daze.
That's why she always goes to bed late and wakes up early.
Her extraordinary qualities did not make her completely immune to the side effects of alcohol, but she had to drink the strongest vodka, and she would still feel the same hangover.
This morning, her head didn't have the dull ache from a hangover, nor did she have the dry mouth she usually felt after waking up.
A peaceful and sound sleep puts her body in a comfortable and lazy state.
She couldn't help but fall down again, leaning against the sofa, watching the changing light and shadows from the windows.
After being in a daze for a while, Jessica suddenly stood up: "No, is it that little policeman?"
Just now, some scenes from last night flashed through her mind.
She remembered asking Luke to come last night, and then she had a vague impression of the image of him standing in front of her.
What happened next? She scratched her head.
It seemed like he said something to her, and then she... kissed him
Jessica didn't feel embarrassed about this, at least the other person was a big boy who she liked and had a refreshing and likable temperament.
But as she continued to think about it, her face became embarrassed.
My initiative... seems to have been rejected
She could now fully feel Luke's expression of first "horror" and then "survival".
Is it that exaggerated? Am I ugly
She thought for a moment, then suddenly came to her senses and put her hands in front of her mouth: "Ha~"
"Cough, cough, cough, cough!" She suddenly moved her hands away, threw back the blanket, and rushed to the bathroom: "Why does it stink so badly!"
She finally understood why a certain young detective had that expression last night.
After brushing her teeth and taking a shower, Jessica felt refreshed so early in the morning, and seemed to be in a relaxed mood, as if a huge rock pressing on her chest had been removed.
She walked lazily into the living room, and suddenly a silver light flashed in the corner of her eye, dazzling her.
She was stunned for a moment, stopped, and slowly turned her head to look.
Is this... a door
Jessica stared at the gate blankly for a moment, then took a step, walked to the gate, and stretched out a hand to touch it.
The cold touch told her that this was not an illusion but a real object.
"w!t!f!" She couldn't help but swear.
I saw a thick-looking silver metal door that had replaced the original glass window and wooden door. It just stood there quietly. The sunlight reflected from the window glass made it flash with a dazzling silver light.
In game terms, it's like a +9 glowing piece of equipment.
This door was not completely embedded in the door frame wall, but was slightly inward and inlaid in the wall with eight silver metal strips, looking like a weird metal spider.
It wasn't ugly, but Jessica always felt like something was wrong.
After pondering for a moment, she reached out and pulled a small observation window slightly below her eyes.
What’s even more outrageous is that there is a row of small silver metal fences on the observation window.
She took two steps back, shifted her upper body left and right, looked at the metal door, and suddenly cursed again: "Fake! Isn't this just a prison door?!"
No wonder she always felt that this thing looked familiar.
No matter how she looked at it, she felt that the height of this silver-shining door was similar to the door of a special prison or mental hospital in the movies!
Which psychopath secretly put this thing at the door of his house? Is he trying to imprison himself? She thought so in her heart, and her eyes could not help but look towards the window.
There were still a few ordinary sliding glass windows, and one window was even half open because she forgot to close it after opening it last night.
So, this door wasn't modified by someone to imprison himself? She stepped forward again, hesitated, and punched the door.
The cold metal door just shook a bit and stood there quietly without any scratches.
Jessica couldn't help but increase her strength.
boom!
The walls began to vibrate, making a dull sound.
A female voice suddenly screamed from upstairs: "It's so early in the morning, are you crazy? If you are crazy, go to a mental hospital..."
"Watch your own stinky mouth, you bitch." She raised her hand and gave a middle finger to the top of her head, sending her usual warm greetings to her close neighbor above her head.