Since he didn't have a test subject, Luke didn't know what this illusory "limb" was for.
But based on Kilgrave's abilities, this line was probably a way to manipulate others.
I can only wait until I find a suitable target. Luke pondered.
Looking at the data from his body, he nodded. "As expected."
When he activated his ability, the pheromones in his body rose rapidly for a short period of time before dropping rapidly.
Clearly, these newly produced pheromones had been released from his body.
Apart from the equipment, the other effective detection method was Sharp Nose.
It could sense the movements of the thin pheromone lines in the air.
The main body of the line was his own scent, which was mixed with the indescribable smell of pheromones to form a new scent.
This was similar to Kilgrave's scent, but the specific smell was completely different.
Simply put, his and Kilgrave's scents were like two completely different types of perfume, and Sharp Nose wouldn't confuse them.
After analyzing all the data on himself, Selina, and Gold Nugget, he stored the data in a special notebook and put it back in his inventory.
Now, all the data for his research was on these special notebooks and storage devices.
These notebooks could only be used for data exchange through the UPS interface, and the portable storage devices would be destroyed every time data was transferred.
Luke's physique was already inhuman, Selina was a quasi-transcendent, and Gold Nugget was an alien species.
Anyone who knew the ropes would be able to tell that something was wrong with the data on two people and a dog, so it was always right to be careful.
Even Little Snail's database didn't have any data on him, Selina, and Gold Nugget. This was to prevent anyone from breaking through Little Snail's defenses and discovering these deadly things.
Hm, a certain tycoon had the habit of secretly hacking into other people's mainframes to download data.
After doing all that, Luke went upstairs to wash up and go to bed.
…
The next morning, there was a rare sunny day in New York. Early in the morning, there was a faint ray of sunlight on the horizon.
On the fourth floor of an old apartment building in Clinton, Jessica got out of bed in her apartment. Her eyes were blank as she scratched her messy black hair.
A moment later, she felt that something was wrong. "Hm, why don't I have a headache today?"
Looking at the golden rays of light shining through the gray glass, she murmured, "It's daybreak. I actually slept till daybreak?"
With her own habits, she had to get drunk every night and use alcohol to numb her mind before she could fall asleep in a daze.
Because of this, she always slept very late and woke up very early.
Her extraordinary ability was not completely immune to the side effects of alcohol, but she had to drink the strongest vodka, and the hangover would not lessen at all.
This morning, she didn't have the faint headache of a hangover, and she didn't have the usual feeling of thirst after waking up.
After a peaceful sleep, her body was in a comfortable and lazy state.
She couldn't help but fall back down again. Leaning against the sofa, she watched the lights and shadows change at the windows.
After being in a daze for a while, Jessica suddenly sat up. "No, it's that little cop?"
Just now, a few scenes from last night flashed through her mind.
She remembered asking Luke to come last night, and she also had an impression of him standing in front of her.
What happened next? She scratched her head.
It seemed that he said a few words to her, and then she … kissed him?
Jessica wasn't embarrassed about it. At the very least, she found the other party very pleasing to the eye and had a refreshing and likable temperament.
But as she thought about it, her expression became awkward.
Her initiative … seemed to have been rejected?
She could totally feel Luke's "horrified" expression at first, and then his "lucky survivor" expression at that moment.
Was it that exaggerated? Was she that ugly?
She thought for a moment, before she suddenly came back to herself and put her hands in front of her mouth. "Ha ~"
"Cough, cough, cough. Pooh!" She abruptly moved her hands away, threw off the blanket, and rushed to the bathroom. "Why is it so smelly?"
She finally understood why a certain detective had that expression last night.
After brushing her teeth and taking a shower, jESSICA felt refreshed early in the morning. She seemed to be in a relaxed mood, as though a boulder had been lifted from her chest.
She walked lazily to the living room, when a silver light suddenly flashed in the corner of her eye.
Startled, she stood still and slowly turned her head to look at him.
Was that … a door?
JESSICA stared blankly at the door for a moment before she took a step forward. She walked to the door and reached out a hand to touch it.
The cold touch told her that it wasn't an illusion, but a real object.
“W！ T！ F! "She couldn't help but curse.
A thick silver metal door had replaced the original glass window and wooden door. It stood there quietly, and the sunlight reflected from the window made it flash with a dazzling silver light.
In gaming terms, it was like a + 9 piece of luminous equipment.
The door was not completely embedded into the wall of the door frame. Instead, it was slightly inwards. Eight identical silver metal strips were embedded into the wall, making it look like a strange metal spider.
It wasn't ugly, but Jessica felt that something wasn't right.
Pondering for a moment, she reached out and pulled at a spot slightly below her eyes, and a small observation window appeared.
What was even more insane was that there was a row of silver metal bars on the observation window.
She took two steps back and moved her upper body left and right as she sized up the metal door. She suddenly cursed again. "F * ck! Isn't this a f * cking prison door?! "
No wonder she felt that this thing looked familiar.
No matter how she looked at it, she felt that the silver door was similar to the door of a special prison or a mental hospital in a movie!
Which lunatic had secretly put this thing in front of her door? Did he want to imprison her? She couldn't help but look at the window.
There were still a few ordinary sliding glass windows, and one of them was even half-open. She had forgotten to close it after opening it last night.
So, someone hadn't modified this door to imprison her? She stepped forward again, hesitated for a moment, and smashed her fist on the door.
The ice-cold metal door only trembled a bit. It stood there quietly without any damage.
Jessica couldn't help but increase her strength.
Boom!
This time, the wall started to shake and let out a dull sound.
A female voice suddenly screamed from upstairs, "Are you crazy so early in the morning? If you're crazy, go to a mental hospital … "
"Mind your stinky mouth, you bitch." She raised her hand and pointed her middle finger at her head, sending her daily warm greeting to her close neighbor above her head.
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