Since there was no test subject, Luke didn't know what this phantom "limb" really did.
But judging by Kilgrave's ability, this line should be a means of manipulating others.
You can only wait until the right object and try again. He pondered in his mind.
Looking at the data detected by his body again, he nodded: "Sure enough."
When he activated his ability, the pheromones in his body rose rapidly in a short period of time, and then decreased rapidly.
Apparently, these newly produced pheromones are released out of the body.
In addition to instruments, another effective detection method is a sensitive sense of smell.
It can detect the movement track of the thin thread of pheromone in the air.
The main body of the line is his own smell, and then mixed with that indescribable trace of pheromone smell, and mixed into a new smell.
It's similar to Kilgrave's approach to scent composition, but the specific scents are quite different.
In short, his and Kilgrave's smells are like two completely different types of perfume, and the sensitive sense of smell will not confuse them.
After analyzing all the data of himself, Selena, and the gold nugget, he stored the data in a special notebook and put it back into the storage space.
Now, all the data of his research are on these special notebooks and memory.
These notebooks can only exchange data through the UPS interface, and the mobile memory that has transmitted data will be destroyed every time.
Luke's physical fitness is already inhuman, Selena is also at the level of a quasi-extraordinary group, and the gold nugget is an alien species.
As long as a knowledgeable person reads the data of two people and one dog, they will notice the problem, so it is always right to be careful.
Even Xiaosnail's database doesn't have any detection data of him, Selena, and Gold Nugget, so as to avoid people breaking through Xiaosnail's protection and discovering these terrible things to the greatest extent.
Well, like a certain young master has a good habit of quietly hacking into other people's hosts to download data.
After finishing all this, Luke also went upstairs to wash and sleep.
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In the early morning of the next day, a rare clear weather appeared in New York, and a faint sunlight appeared in the sky early in the morning.
On the fourth floor of an old apartment building in Clinton District, Jessica got up from the bed in the apartment, her eyes were blank, and she scratched her messy black hair with her hands.
After a while, she felt something was wrong: "Well, why didn't you have a headache today?"
Looking at the golden light slanting in from the gray glass, she murmured: "It's dawn, and I actually slept until dawn?"
According to her own habits, she has to get drunk every night, and use alcohol to paralyze her thinking, so that she can fall asleep in a daze.
That's why she always goes to bed late and wakes up early.
Her extraordinary nature is not completely immune to the side effects of alcohol, but she must drink the strongest vodka, and the feeling of hangover will not be less.
This morning, she didn't have the dull hangover ache in her head, or the parched mouth that she used to feel after waking up from sleep.
A peaceful and restful sleep put her body in a comfortable and lazy state.
She couldn't help but fell down again, leaning against the sofa, watching the changing lights and shadows at several windows.
After being dazed for a long time, Jessica suddenly started: "No, it's that little policeman?"
Just now, a little bit of images from last night flashed through her mind.
She remembered about Luke's visit last night, and then she also had a little impression of the picture 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 her
Jessica didn't feel embarrassed about this matter, at least the other party was a big boy who was pleasing to her eyes and had a refreshing and pleasing demeanor.
But when she continued to think about it, her face became embarrassed.
My own initiative... seems to have been rejected
She can fully feel Luke's expression of "horror" first, and then "survival after disaster".
Is that an exaggeration, am I ugly
She thought for a while, then suddenly came back to her senses, and put her hands in front of her mouth: "Ha~"
"Cough cough cough, bah bah bah!" She moved her hands suddenly, threw off the blanket, and rushed to the bathroom: "Why is it so stinky!"
She finally understood why a certain little police detective had that expression last night.
After brushing her teeth and taking a shower, Jessica was rarely refreshed early in the morning, and her mood seemed to be very relaxed, as if a certain boulder on her chest had been removed.
Lazily walking to the living room, suddenly a silver light flashed from the corner of her eyes, shaking her.
She froze for a moment, stood still, and slowly turned her head to look.
This is... a door
Jessica stared at the gate in a daze 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.
"!t! f!" She couldn't help but swear.
I saw a thick silver metal door that had replaced the original wooden door with glass windows. It just stood there quietly. The sunlight reflected by the window glass made it glaring with silvery glare.
In game terms, it's like a +9 glow gear.
This door is not completely embedded in the door frame wall, but slightly inward, with eight same silver metal bars embedded in the wall, looking like a weird metal spider.
It's not that ugly, but Jessica always felt that something was wrong.
After pondering for a moment, she stretched out her hand and pulled it a little lower than her eyes, and a small observation window appeared.
What's even more frenzied is that there is a row of small silver metal fences on the observation window.
She took two steps back, moved 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 finds this thing familiar.
No matter how she looked at it, she also felt that the height of this gleaming silver door was similar to the doors of special prisons or mental hospitals in movies!
Which psychopath secretly got this thing in front of his house? Do you want to imprison yourself? With such a thought in her mind, she couldn't help but look towards the window.
There are still a few very ordinary sliding glass windows, and there is even a window that is still ajar. She opened it last night and forgot to close it.
So, this door was not transformed by someone to imprison him? She stepped forward again, hesitated, and slammed her fist on the door.
The cold metal door just shook, and stood there quietly without any scars.
Jessica couldn't help but increase her strength.
boom!
This time the wall vibrated and made a dull sound.
A female voice upstairs suddenly screamed: "Early in the morning, are you crazy? If you are crazy, go to a mental hospital..."
"Take care of your own stinky mouth, you bitch." She raised her hand and gestured a middle finger to the top of her head, sending her daily warm greetings to the close neighbors above her head.