Even so, Luke can actually earn a hundred experience points when he goes out for two or three hours at night.

These experience points are mainly from Harlem, where security is very problematic.

It doesn't have the nickname of "Hell's Kitchen" in Clinton, and in fact there are just as many petty thefts and robberies as there are brawls.

For a few days, Luke went out at night with the mood of brushing small monsters, and he was bound to come here for a walk.

A hundred experience points a night is not much, but if he comes around like this every day, he can earn at least three or four thousand experience points a month, which is not a small amount.

The point is, this experience is endless.

He couldn't have seriously injured all the thugs because of these petty fights.

It's like ordinary people can't slap others in the face just because they run a red light, and it hasn't come to that point.

Within a few days, a new urban horror legend began to circulate in Harlem.

Many thugs say that they hit a ghost at night, and this ghost is still on the righteous side, specializing in stunting them when they steal and rob.

Each time they would wake up after a few minutes, and then they would feel a little pain in their heads, but nothing hurt, as if they were possessed by a demon.

Of course, those people actually have small red dots on their heads that have been knocked out by small steel balls.

But because of skin color and personal hygiene, these people don't notice this little red dot, and it will be more like a ghost story.

Luke didn't know about it, mainly because the rumor was too low-level for Gary to collect.

That night, he went around Harlem as usual, and as the car drove down a side street, he frowned and looked at the fake phone on the dashboard, which was from an external surveillance device.

After adjusting the camera, he saw a person sitting on the fire iron staircase on the third floor next to him, holding a huge professional camera in his hand.

The last thing Luke likes is to be photographed, so he doesn't like this kind of person who clicks near him.

In the surveillance program, it is also very sensitive to this kind of candid photographer, so this person was discovered.

Moreover, this is New York after eight o'clock on a winter night.

There are no street lights in this small street, and ordinary cameras can't shoot hair without flash.

Professional paparazzi? His brow furrowed even more visibly.

Parking the car in the alley not far away, he looked moved, put on his backpack and walked into the apartment building next to him.

The man on the third floor put down the camera in his hand at this moment, picked up the vodka on the iron staircase next to him and poured a big sip.

Looking at the second floor opposite, a big black man seemed to be thinking about something in front of the window, until he was hugged by a hot black girl with only a wisp of clothes and became intimate.

She couldn't help but pick up the wine again, and gurgled another big sip.

"It turns out that your main business is really this." A faint voice suddenly sounded not far above her head.

As she was drinking, she took a sip and squirted the wine out of her mouth, and when she looked up quickly, she saw a figure in a gray-black hooded sweatshirt walking down the fire staircase on the upper floor.

She raised her hand and wiped her mouth with her sleeve, before she squinted at the person, recalling the familiar voice, and her face changed: "It's you?" ”

Luke walked down and lifted his hood slightly, so that she could see most of her face: "Miss Jones, I haven't seen you for a long time, and you are still so dedicated." ”

Jessica Jones subconsciously looked at the camera next to her, as well as the wine bottle, and suddenly felt a little square: "You, how did you find me?" ”

Luke walked down, sat down on the stairs next to her, and looked in the direction she had observed: "I was just passing by, only to find a guy on the third floor with a professional camera. You must have understood the dangers of my profession, and thought you were secretly filming me. ”

Speaking of this, he paused, and said to Nunu across the street with a mocking expression: "I didn't expect you to take on this kind of "traditional" business? ”

In the room on the second floor diagonally opposite, the black man and woman were already leaning together, and their demeanor was very intimate.

Jessica opened her mouth: "...... You say yes, that is. ”

Luke shrugged, pulled out a bag from his backpack and handed it to her, "Don't just drink, eat a snack." Otherwise, your job will be boring. ”

Jessica looked at the Chinese characters on the package and was dazed: "What is this?" ”

"Squid shreds." Luke spoke: "If you don't like it, this is fine." ”

As he spoke, he pulled out another bag from his backpack and stuffed it into her hand.

Jessica looked at the bag that was still in Chinese characters: "What is this?" ”

Luke: "Spicy strips." Eating and playing when bored, similar to ...... Spicy fries? ”

As he spoke, he took out a lollipop and tore it open, and was about to stuff it into his mouth, but suddenly turned his head to look at her: "Isn't it that you still like lollipops more?" ”

In less than a second, Jessica had a third thing in her hand.

After hesitating, she still chose the squid shred, opened it, and stuffed one into her mouth.

It's delicious, it's not unpalatable, but after she took another sip of vodka, it felt okay.

"Don't want to talk about your job?" Luke asked, taking the lollipop in his hand and pointing to the camera she had placed on the other side.

Jessica took the hand of the squid shreds and paused, but involuntarily spoke: "Actually, it's not a job." ”

"Huh?" Luke duly showed confusion.

Jessica: "Sort of...... It's a private matter. ”

Luke looked at the tall, strong black man across from the man and woman and asked, "You have a crush on him?" That's not to secretly photograph the private lives of other couples. ”

Jessica glared at him angrily, but couldn't help but say, "That's not his girlfriend, it's a married woman." ”

Luke: "...... So, or business? ”

Jessica sighed, and suddenly felt like she wanted to talk about the past that had troubled her.

After hesitating for a long time, she still dispelled this thought, and asked instead, "Why do I rarely dream at night since I talked to you last time?" ”

Luke certainly knew what she was referring to.

It is nothing more than a mixture of psychic communication and basic hypnosis, and then borrowed the power overflow when the spiritual attribute broke through to 40, giving her a powerful brainwashing.

Although it does not cure the root cause, it will alleviate her mental problems in a short period of time.

Luke ran up, also to observe the current mental state of this test subject, and evaluate the efficacy after the last shot.

Moreover, Kilgrave's rudimentary pheromone manipulation was also learned.

But he is not Kilgrave, whether in terms of money or appearance, he himself has enough flirtatious capital.

This ability is only used as a tool to do things.

At most, he only releases a small amount to other women, so that they can have a little good impression of him, and he is very cautious in his use.

And Jessica herself is a victim of that ability, so what if he uses it to heal her psychological trauma?