Super Detective in the Fictional World

With no test subjects, Luke didn't know what the illusive "limb" was for.

But judging by Kilgrave's ability, this line should be a means to manipulate others.

Can only wait until the right person to try again. He pondered.

Looking at the data detected by his body, he nodded: "It really is."

When he started, the pheromone in his body rose quickly within a short period of time, and then dropped rapidly.

Apparently, these newly produced pheromones were released from the body.

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

It can perceive the trajectory of the fine-lined pheromone lines in the air.

The main body of the line is his own smell, and then mixed with that indescribable amount of pheromone smell, mixed into a new smell.

This is similar to Kilgrave's odor composition method, but the specific odor is completely different.

In short, his scent with Kilgrave is like two completely different types of perfume, and the sensitive smell does not confuse.

After analyzing all the data of himself, Selena, and gold nuggets, he stored this data in a special notebook and put it back into the storage space.

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

These notebooks can only perform data interaction through the ups interface, and the mobile storage that has transmitted data will be destroyed every time.

Luke's physical fitness is no longer human, Selena is also at the level of a quasi-superhuman group, and gold nuggets are an alien species.

As long as those who know how to read the data of two people and one dog will perceive the problem, it is always right to be careful.

Even the small snail's database does not have any detection data of him, Selina, and gold nuggets. To the greatest extent, it is possible to prevent people from breaking through the protection of the small snail and find these terrible things.

Well, like a youngster, there is a good habit of secretly hacking into other hosts to download information.

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

...

In the early morning of the next morning, a sunny weather appeared in New York. A faint sunshine appeared in the sky early in the morning.

On the fourth floor of an old apartment building in Clinton, Jessica got up from the bed, her eyes blank, her hands scratching her scattered black hair.

A moment later, she felt something wrong: "Well, why didn't you have a headache today?"

Looking at the gray light on the gray glass, she murmured: "It's dawn, I actually slept until dawn?"

In her own habit, she must be drunk every night and use alcohol to paralyze her mind in order to sleep in the murky.

Because of this, she always falls asleep late, but always wakes up very early.

Her superiority is not completely immune to the side effects of alcohol, but she must drink the strongest vodka, and the hangover feels no less.

This morning, she had no faint pain in her head after the hangover, and no dry mouth feeling after waking up.

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

She couldn't help but fall down again, leaning on the sofa, watching the light and shadow change in several windows.

After a long pause, Jessica suddenly slammed: "No, that little policeman?"

Just now, if there was a flash of a bit of last night in her mind.

She remembered what happened to Joeluck last night, and then the image of him standing in front of her had a little impression.

What happened next? She scratched her head.

He seemed to say something to her, and then she ... kissed it?

For this matter, Jessica is not embarrassed, at least the other person is a big boy who looks very pleasing to her eyes and has a very refreshing temperament.

But when she continued to think about it, her face became embarrassed.

Your own initiative ... seems to be rejected?

Luke's expression of "thriller" and then "the rest of the life after the disaster" can now be felt completely.

Is it so exaggerated, am I ugly?

She thought for a moment, then suddenly came back, put her hands in front of her mouth: "Ha ~"

"Ahem, alas!" She yanked her hands away, lifted the blanket, and rushed to the bathroom: "Why so smelly!"

She finally understood why a small detective had that look last night.

After brushing her teeth and taking a bath, Jessica was very refreshed early in the morning, and she seemed very relaxed, as if a big stone pressed on her chest was removed.

Lazily walked to the living room, and suddenly a silver light flashed in the corner of her eyes, shaking her.

She froze, stood still, and slowly turned her head to look.

Is this ... a door?

Jessica stared at the door for a moment, before her feet moved forward, reached the door, 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 could not help but swear.

I saw that the thick silver metal door had replaced the original glass window and wooden door, and stood there quietly. The sunlight reflected by the window glass made it flash with silver glare.

In game terms, it's like a +9 glowing gear.

The door was not completely embedded into the wall of the door frame, but was slightly inwardly inlaid on the wall with eight equally silver metal bars, looking like a weird metal spider.

It's not ugly, but Jessica always thinks something's wrong.

After pondering for a moment, she stretched out her hand and lowered her eyes slightly, and a small observation window appeared.

Even more frustrating is that there is also 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: "Faike! Isn't this a prison door?"

No wonder she always feels familiar with this stuff.

Whatever she thinks, she also feels that the silver glittering door is highly similar to the door of a special prison or mental hospital in the movie!

Which neuropath quietly got this thing at his door? Do you want to imprison yourself? She thought so much in her mind ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Can't help looking at the window.

There were still a few ordinary sliding glass windows, and even one window was left ajar. She opened it last night and forgot to close it.

So, wasn't this door modified to imprison yourself? She stepped forward again, hesitated, and hit a fist on the door.

The cold metal door just shook, and stood silently without any scars.

Jessica couldn't help it.

boom!

This time the wall shook and made a dull noise.

A girl upstairs screamed suddenly: "Early in the morning, are you crazy? Go to a mental hospital ..."

"Take care of your own stinky mouth, you Bichi." She raised her hand and drew a **** towards the top of her head, sending her daily warm greetings to the close neighbor above her.