It has a perfume scent, not too strong, even a little bit soft.
It has a faint, pungent smell; if Gao Yang remembers correctly, it should smell like nail polish.
It smelled of tobacco, which must have been a type of firecracker. Gao Feng also smelled mint, so he was sure it wasn't Marlboro. Marlboro cigarettes have a very unique, pungent smell that he is very sensitive to, so it left a deep impression on him.
"Hmm? Why does it smell like blood?"
Gao Ang muttered to himself, he couldn't help but be surprised. In broad daylight, in peacetime, to smell blood in an elevator, anyone would be astonished, right?
After saying that, Gao Ang imagined many different scenarios in his mind.
It's possible the cleaning lady used a rusty mop; after all, rust smells like that, and blood's main component is hemoglobin.
Or perhaps it's the smell left behind by a guy or girl who accidentally scraped their skin while riding the elevator earlier?
With that in mind, Gao Ang began to look around: the handrail was clean, so he ruled it out; the floor was clean, so he ruled it out as well.
Then he saw a pair of small feet wearing thick-soled slippers... no socks, and bright red nail polish on their toenails. It seemed that the pungent smell he had smelled earlier must have come from the nail polish.
"The sole is about 3.7 centimeters thick and about 24.5 centimeters long..." I muttered to myself without realizing it.
At this point, Gao Ang was taken aback; he didn't know how he had determined the thickness and length of the slippers.
Before he could recover, they arrived at the first floor. The young woman who was with him glared at him fiercely, her face flushed, and muttered under her breath, "Pervert!" before quickly leaving the elevator.
"A hooligan?" Gao Ang was completely dumbfounded. He had only looked at the foot, was it really that big of a deal?
Turn left after exiting the community gate, and there's a convenience store. Unexpectedly, I ran into the same young lady from before there again.
"Boss, two packs of cigarettes, and a windproof lighter."
"Blue box soft box Liqun?"
"Yes, the same as always."
I took out my phone, scanned the QR code, and started facial recognition payment.
Gao Qing glanced at the girl's packaging bag out of the corner of his eye, and the words 'Sophie' caught his eye.
The smell of blood...Sophie...a scoundrel...
Gao Ang suddenly blushed deeply: This is so damn embarrassing.
The young lady arrived before him, paid the bill, and left in a huff, giving him a fierce glare as she went.
"You two know each other?" The convenience store owner started gossiping.
"I don't know him."
"This beautiful lady is single."
"You know that?" Gao Ang has lived here for more than two years and often comes here to buy things. He has long been familiar with the owner.
"I overheard her on the phone before; it sounded like her family was pressuring her to get married or something. She said it herself," the boss explained simply.
He shrugged. Gao Ang had no intention of pursuing her. He was a bit of a stickler for certain things, and he firmly refused to do things like applying toenail polish.
Besides cigarettes, Gao Ang also bought some other snacks and drinks. The refrigerator at home had long been emptied by him, so it was good to replenish his supplies when he finally went downstairs.
Although he could survive without relying on human food, he didn't want to give up the taste of life in vain. This was part of the psychological training course he designed for himself: to maintain his homosexuality with humans and avoid deviating from the human realm.
Moreover, presenting himself as similar to a normal person is also a form of self-protection.
He can eat and drink as he pleases, and even if suspicion falls on him one day, at least he won't be considered a prime suspect just because he has no record of eating or drinking.
Back in the apartment, Gao Feng put the things he had bought into the refrigerator and continued his fire experiment that he had failed to complete before.
The temperature of the windproof lighter is indeed much higher than that of a regular lighter. Last time he didn't feel it at all, but this time he felt a distinct burning sensation, and even a slight pain.
As the burning time gradually increases, the sensation on the skin changes from an initial burning sensation to pain, and then to a stinging sensation...
Gao Ang stopped, hissing as he breathed heavily. The pain at that last moment was similar to when he first stabbed himself; he was already at his limit.
"A temperature of 1500°C is still impressive. It seems that the current upper limit for temperature resistance is 1500°C."
The skin surface has changed; the hairs that couldn't be burned before have been burned into grayish-white ash. The area around that patch of skin is clean, and the skin color is slightly different from other areas.
There were no burns or blisters, but the skin color appeared darker; it was previously light yellow, but now it's a dull yellow, giving it a more substantial appearance.
I touched it with my hand, "Hiss..."
It still hurts a bit, and it seems it won't get better anytime soon. Gao Ang took out Yunnan Baiyao toothpaste, squeezed out a dollop the size of a fingernail, and applied it evenly.
The fire experiment is temporarily over, unless he can send it to a firearm with a higher temperature, such as an electric welding gun.
Otherwise, relying solely on this windproof lighter, it would be quite difficult to inflict serious injuries on oneself, and the ordeal would be far too unbearable.
The fire resistance test on the skin has come to an end, but the hair test can still be conducted.
After a five-minute experiment, Gao Ang wrote the following in his diary: "The upper limit of the skin's fire resistance temperature is 1500 degrees Celsius. This temperature can be sustained for about 30 seconds to reach the body's limit. Whether the upper limit can be increased in the future is currently unknown."
Hair's resistance to the upper temperature limit is slightly reduced;
It is suspected that the hair material has changed, and the burnt smell of the protein is significantly less than expected; further verification is needed.
Gao Ang stopped writing at this point, feeling as if he had missed something.
Smell and observation skills, yes, those are the two new abilities.
Yesterday, these two abilities weren't showing any unusual signs; they were just ordinary. But after one night, he could smell the blood, along with other smells, and he could also imagine the thickness and length of the young lady's shoe soles.
Gao Ang was feeling a bit dizzy. The white sphere was bringing him more and more surprises, but also more and more frights, and every now and then it would 'gift' him a new ability.
Now that he had new abilities, he wanted to test their special features. Gao Feng was eager to know just how much his sense of smell and observation could mutate.
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A reminder: All experiments are for creative purposes only; please do not attempt to imitate them!
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