Super Detective in the Fictional World

Since there were no test subjects, Luke did not know what this illusory “limb” really did.

But in terms of Kilgrave's ability, this line should be a means of manipulating others.

We can only wait until the right person. He wondered in his heart.

And he looked at the data that his body had detected, and he nodded, “That's true. ”

As he activates, the pheromones in his body rise rapidly in a short period of time and then decrease rapidly.

Obviously, these newly produced pheromones were released in vitro.

In addition to the instrument, another effective detection method is sensitive olfactory sensation.

It detects the motion trajectory of that fine swimming filament of pheromones in the air.

The main body of the line was his own scent, which was then infused with an unspeakable trace of Pheromone and mixed into a new scent.

This is similar to Kilgrave's scent composition, but the specific scent is quite different.

Simply put, he and Kilgrave smell like two completely different types of perfume, and the sense of sensitive smell is not confusing.

After analyzing all of his data and that of Selena and the gold, he stored it in a special notebook and put it back in storage.

Now, all of his research data is on these specially made notebooks and memories.

These notebooks can only interact with data via the ups interface, and every mobile memory that transmits data is destroyed.

Luke's physical qualities have become inhuman, Selena is at the level of a quasi extraordinary group, and gold is an alien species.

Two people and a dog can see the problem if they know how to read it, so it's always right to be careful.

Even the snail database doesn't have any detection data on him, Selena, or the gold blocks to minimize the protection of the snail from being breached and discover these deadly things.

Well, like a teenager, it's a good habit to sneak into people's hosts and download information.

After all this, Luke also went upstairs to wash up and sleep.

……

The next morning, New York rarely had sunny weather, and early in the morning there was hidden sunshine.

On the fourth floor of an old apartment building in the Clinton area, Jessica climbed out of bed with her eyes blinded and her hands scratching her scattered dark hair.

It wasn't until a moment later that she felt something wrong: "Well, why isn't there a headache today? ”

Looking at the gray-covered glass, the slanted golden light came in, and she muttered, “It's dawn, I slept till the big dawn? ”

In her own habit, she had to get drunk every night and borrow alcohol paralysis to sleep in the nightmare.

And that's why she's always up late, but always up early.

Her extraordinary side effects on alcohol are not completely immune, but make her have to drink the strongest vodka and feel no less hungover.

This morning, her head did not have any hidden pain after hangover, nor did her tongue feel dry after waking up in the past.

A calm and calm sleep keeps her body in a comfortable and lazy state.

She couldn't help but fall back down again, leaning against the couch and watching the light of several windows change.

After a while of stupidity, Jessica suddenly made out, “No, that little cop? ”

Just now, there was something in her mind that flashed a little bit last night.

She remembered Joluk's arrival last night, and he also had a slight impression of standing in front of her.

What happened next? She scratched her head.

He seemed to say a few words to her, and then she... kissed up?

Jessica is not embarrassed about this, at least the other guy is a big boy who she sees well and has a refreshing temperament.

She looked embarrassed as she continued to think back.

My own initiative… seems to have been rejected?

Luke's first “Thriller” and then "After Robbery" look, she can feel it now.

Are you exaggerating? Am I ugly?

She stunned for a moment and suddenly turned back to God. Put her hands in front of her mouth: "Ha!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” She swung her hands away and lifted the blanket and rushed to the bathroom: “Why does it smell so bad? ”

She finally figured out why some little detective had that look last night.

Brush your teeth and take a bath. Jessica is rarely refreshed early in the morning and seems to be in a relaxed mood, as if a big stone pressed against her chest had been moved away.

She walked lazily to the living room and suddenly flashed a little silver around the corner of her eyes, shaking her for a moment.

She stunned, stood still and turned her head slowly.

Is this... a door?

Jessica glanced at the door for a moment, then walked under her feet and walked to the door, reaching out one hand and touching it.

The cold touch tells her that it's not a hallucination, it's a real thing.

“W! T! F!” She couldn't help but whisper.

A silver-tone metal door that looks thick has replaced the original glass window wooden door, just standing there quietly, the sunlight reflected by the window glass, making it gleam silver-tone.

In game terms, it's like a +9 luminous piece of equipment.

Instead of being fully embedded in the frame wall, the door was slightly inwardly embedded on the wall with eight equally silver strips of metal that looked like a weird metal spider.

Not to say ugly, but Jessica always felt something was wrong.

For a moment, she reached down a little bit and pulled, and a small observation window appeared.

What's even more heartbreaking is that there's also a row of metal bars on the observation window that are just as silver.

She took two steps back, moved her torso around, measured the metal door, and suddenly shouted again: "Fako! Isn't this a fucking jail door? ”

No wonder she thinks it's familiar.

She thinks the silver doors are similar in height to the doors of special prisons or psychiatric hospitals in the movies!

Which psychopath whispered this in front of his own house? Do you want to imprison yourself? She thought so in her heart that she had to look at the window position.

There are still a few very ordinary push and pull glass windows, and even one window is half open, which she forgot to close last night after opening it.

So this door wasn't remodeled to imprison itself? She went forward again, hesitated and hit the door with a fist.

The cold metal door just shook down and stood still without any scratches.

Jessica couldn't help but increase her strength.

Boom!

The walls all vibrated and made a dull noise.

There's a woman upstairs screaming, “It's early in the morning. Are you crazy? If you go crazy, go to a mental hospital..."

“Mind your own stinking mouth, you beach.” She raises her hand and compares a middle finger to the top of her head, sending a daily warm greeting to the close neighbor above her head.