Chapter 910 Happy to Mention the New... The Prison Door?

Since there was no test subject, Luke didn't know what this illusory "limb" actually did.

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

Can only wait until the right object and try again. He thought to himself.

Looking at the data detected by his body again, he nodded: "As expected."

When he activated his ability, the pheromones in his body increased rapidly in a short period of time, and then decreased rapidly.

Apparently, these freshly produced pheromones were released out of the body.

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

It can detect the movement trajectory of the thin hairspring pheromone lines in the air.

The main body of the line is his own scent, and then mixed with that indescribable trace of pheromones, and mixed into a new scent.

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

In short, his and Kilgrave's scents are like two completely different types of perfumes, and the sensitive sense of smell will not be confused.

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

Now, the data for all his research is on these specially made notebooks and memory.

These notebooks can only interact with data through the UPS interface, and the mobile memory that has transferred data will be destroyed each 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.

The data of two people and one dog can be noticed by someone who knows it once, so it is always right to be careful.

Even in Xiao Wo's database, there is no detection data of him, Selena, and Gold Nugget, to the greatest extent possible to avoid being breached by Xiao Wo's protection and discovering these deadly things.

Well, like a certain young master, he has a good habit of quietly hacking into other people's hosts to download data.

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

...

The next morning,

It was a rare sunny day in New York, and there was a faint sunshine 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 her hands were scratching her messy black hair.

After a while, she felt something was wrong: "Well, why don't you have a headache today?"

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

According to her own habit, 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 goes to bed late and wakes up early.

Her extraordinary ability is not completely immune to the side effects of alcohol, but she has to drink the strongest vodka, and the feeling of hangover is not less.

This morning, she didn't have the dull pain in her head from a hangover or the dry mouth she used to wake up from.

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

She couldn't help but fell down again, leaning on the sofa, watching the changing lights and shadows at several windows.

After a long pause, Jessica suddenly said, "No, is that the little policeman?"

Just now, a little bit of last night's picture flashed in her mind.

She remembered about Luke's visit last night, and then there was a little impression of him standing in front of her.

What happened next? She scratched her head.

It seems that he said a few words to her, and then she just... kissed it?

Jessica didn't feel embarrassed about this, at least the other party was a big boy who was pleasing to the eye and had a refreshing and lovable temperament.

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

Your own initiative... seems to be rejected?

Luke's expression of "horror" and then "after the catastrophe", she can fully feel it now.

Is it that exaggerated, am I ugly?

She pondered for a moment, suddenly came back to her senses, and put her hands in front of her mouth: "Ha~"

"Cough cough cough, bah bah bah!" She suddenly moved her hands away, lifted the blanket, and rushed to the bathroom: "Why is it so stinky!"

She finally understood why a certain little detective had that expression last night.

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

She walked lazily to the living room, and suddenly a silver light flashed from the corner of her eyes, shaking her.

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

This is... a door?

Jessica stared blankly at the gate for a moment, before she stepped forward, walked to the gate, and reached 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 burst into foul language.

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

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

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

It's not ugly, but Jessica always feels that something is wrong.

After thinking about it for a moment, she stretched out her hand and pulled it slightly lower than her eyes, and a small observation window appeared.

What's more frustrating is that there is also a row of small metal fences of the same silver on the observation window.

She took two steps back, moved her upper body from side to side, looked at the metal door, and suddenly scolded again: "Fake! Isn't this a prison door?!"

No wonder she always thought this thing was familiar.

No matter how she looked at it, she also felt that the height of the shiny silver door was similar to the door of a special prison or a mental hospital in the movie!

What kind of lunatic quietly got this thing on his doorstep? Do you want to imprison yourself? With this thought in her mind, she couldn't help but look at the window.

There were still a few ordinary sliding glass windows, and there was even one window that was half-open, and she forgot to close it after opening it last night.

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: "In the early morning, are you crazy? Go to a mental hospital if you are crazy..."

"Take care of your stinky mouth, you bitch." She raised her hand and pointed a middle finger above her head, sending daily warm greetings to her close neighbors above her head.