To test your sense of smell, you need to distinguish objects with different odors.
After rummaging through drawers and cabinets for a long time, Gao Ang finally found a tiny bit of something that could emit a different scent.
A bottle of cologne, a bottle of Pepsi (the "happy drink" for couch potatoes), a pack of cigarettes I just bought, and a lighter; some newly bought snacks in the fridge; a bottle of Six God floral water on the computer desk; and several pairs of smelly socks that I've barely worn...
What is a sensitive sense of smell?
A sensitive sense of smell should be able to accurately distinguish the desired or unique scent from a mixture of various odors.
Looking at the items laid out in front of him, Gao Ang first picked up the bottle of cologne and sprayed it at the door, in the bathroom, in front of the computer desk, and near the balcony.
A rich fragrance immediately filled his room.
"I sprayed a bit too much..." Before Gao Ang went out, he would only spray this perfume once, and he would never spray it directly on his body, because that would make him look particularly tacky, since the scent was just too strong.
He would first spray it into the air, then walk past the area where he sprayed the perfume, and then turn back, making a perfect round trip—not too strong, not too weak, just right.
"But it's good, because if we can accurately pinpoint the location of each object based on its unique scent amidst such a strong perfume, it will prove that our sense of smell has indeed been enhanced and mutated."
Having completed the preliminary preparations, Gao Ang held the objects that emitted strange smells in his hands, closed his eyes, and began to spin and jump.
"Swish swish"
Gao Ang threw out the items in batches, using different amounts of force depending on the direction. To make himself forget the directions he had discerned due to the blurred sound, he deliberately spun around for a little while longer. Only after he was sure he could no longer remember the approximate directions did he stop.
Feeling slightly dizzy, Gao Ang shook his head and staggered to the balcony. He lay down on the recliner, closed his eyes, and focused his attention on his nasal cavity.
The most noticeable scent is still the cologne. After this period of dispersal, it has completely permeated the entire room, including the balcony, although the fragrance on the balcony is much fainter.
Next, I smelled... the smell of stinky socks. There was no way around it; this was the strongest smell among all those items.
Following the relatively strong smell, Gao Ang kept twitching his nostrils, trying to figure out where the smelly socks were.
The scent emitted by an object creates an aura around it, and the scent gradually diminishes as you move away from it.
Standing up from the recliner, with his eyes still closed, Gao Feng began to follow the direction of the scent step by step into the unknown.
As they walked, their direction changed.
"How did it fly into the air?"
When Gao Ang opened his eyes, he saw his boat sock hanging obediently on the glass door of the bathroom...
He then used the same method to find items such as a lighter, a cigarette case, and a can of cola.
During the experiment, Gao Feng also discovered another interesting point.
If he focuses his attention on a particular scent, he can actively block out other scents that may be distracting.
For example, when searching for the smell of cola, he can block out the sour smell of socks and the bitter smell of tobacco leaves.
If he wished, he could search for multiple scents simultaneously, but the accuracy of the search would be correspondingly reduced.
It's called a reduction, but it only applies to the search for the smell of a single item. The effect of the reduction is relatively negligible, considering that the space is quite small.
According to his prediction, if the space becomes larger, the effectiveness of the search will be greatly reduced.
To verify his idea, Gao Feng went out again.
Standing in the stairwell, he placed two items in his hands—a cigarette pack and a bag of potato chips—at opposite ends of the stairwell, then walked to the elevator, closed his eyes, and began to feel.
There are 11 rooms on the 7th floor, arranged in the order of A, B, C, D, etc. He lives in room K, which is at the end of the corridor, while the elevator shaft is located in the middle of the corridor. He estimated the length of the corridor to be about 20 meters, or more precisely, 18.7 meters.
When he closed his eyes and focused his attention on the mucous membrane inside his nasal cavity, all sorts of strange smells emanating from the hallway and from each household rushed into his nasal cavity.
Holy crap!
The influx of dozens, even hundreds, of scents almost made Gao Feng faint.
It's not that these smells are toxic or anything, but rather that the nasal mucosa has to expend too much energy to analyze these smells. In other words, these random smells put too much stress on the mucosal cells.
Opening his eyes, Gao Ang rubbed his poor nose and took a few gentle breaths to relieve his stress.
Recalling the smell of the cigarette pack and potato chips, he closed his eyes again.
This time, he deliberately blocked out all other random smells; he had absolutely no interest in those smells that carried hormones.
In the dim light, Gao Ang found those two familiar scents again. Following the direction of the scents, he slowly walked over, touching the wall.
In his perception, the scent was like a thin thread, guiding him toward the right place.
"Excuse me, do you need any help?"
A clear and pleasant voice reached his ears, and at the same time, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Gao Ang quickly opened his eyes. He had been so engrossed in tracking the scent that he hadn't noticed anyone approaching.
What came into view was a young woman, or rather, an older sister, dressed in light and casual home clothes; she was probably around thirty-two or thirty-three years old.
Her eyes sparkled like peach blossoms, her face was rosy and delicate, like a lotus emerging from the water.
"You can see? I thought you were blind." The older sister pouted, gave Gao Yang a disapproving look, and swayed her slender waist as she headed to the laundry room.
If it were anyone else, Gao Feng might have flirted with them or made some suggestive remarks, but he had absolutely no interest in this woman.
Just a moment ago, he had already smelled her scent—that unusually strong scent of hormones, and it wasn't just one person's scent, meaning she had just been through intense sexual activity…
For some reason, he also smelled sulfur, alcohol, and nitric acid... This woman seemed quite complicated.
Although the experiment was not completed, it has basically achieved Gao Feng's desired goal.
The effect has been somewhat reduced, but the impact is basically minimal.
Back inside, Gao Ang wrote another sentence in his diary: "My sense of smell has been greatly enhanced; I can distinguish one or more unique scents from a variety of others. The search area is tentatively set at a radius of ten meters, but the exact range needs further verification. (Perhaps the range will gradually expand as the enhancement effect improves?)"
The observation test is even simpler. He first roughly guesses the length, width, and height of an object, then takes a measuring tape to measure it, and verifies the two to get the answer he wants.
Another sentence was added to the diary: "Observational skills have been enhanced, and I can basically determine the length and diameter of objects, but the specific effects are unknown."
After resting for most of the day, Gao Ang turned on his computer and decided to continue his live stream.
He remembered clearly the pleasure of getting whatever he wanted yesterday, and he wondered if some factors had affected his efficiency with the D card.
According to his own speculation, it was simply a change in luck.
But luck is something invisible and intangible, a mysterious and elusive thing. For someone who has received modern scientific education since childhood to acknowledge luck... it still makes him a little uncomfortable.
Whether it's photosynthesis or night vision, these things can be explained by science; it's just that modern science hasn't developed to that point yet.
Gao Feng firmly believes that, over time, all the mutations in his body will have a reasonable scientific explanation.
What he was seeking was the underlying scientific principles behind these variations.
Today's live stream had similar results to yesterday's; whatever was shouted came true. Sometimes, you didn't even need to shout at the top of your lungs; you could just think about it and get the card.
Moreover, I wasn't as hungry today. I played three games, which took almost two hours, and I wasn't as tired as I was yesterday.
While the game was loading, Gao Ang wrote the following sentence in his diary: "The unknown luck mutation may be the product of multiple parts of the body mutating to a certain stage; this mutated ability also has the potential to grow (yesterday it required shouting loudly, today it can be done with willpower); the consumption of unknown nutrients will decrease as the ability grows."
"Could it be that yesterday was the first time I gained this ability to change my luck, so I consumed more nutrients, which is why I feel particularly hungry?"
It's not surprising that Gao Ang had this idea. It's the first time, so he was bound to have to pay a price. And the first time he gained the ability to change his luck, he paid a price of some unknown nutrients stored in his body.
It's like that, you can't say it's your first time if you don't bleed a little... Uh, Gao Ang is thinking of the vampire's first embrace, not that kind of thing!
Closing his diary, Gao Feng composed himself and prepared to start another game. He was going to invent another disgusting way to play today, otherwise wouldn't it be a waste of his mutated ability?
A "ding-dong" WeChat message.
I glanced at it and saw it was a message from my senior.
Knowing that his live stream was about to end, Gao Ang said goodbye to his viewers and then ended the stream early.
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