The closer you get to the small wooden house, the stronger the aroma becomes.
Qingmu couldn't help but sniff again, placing the still-connected phone on a tree branch beside the wooden building.
This phone looks so thick, the battery must be pretty durable, he thought. He figured that Shi Dazhuang and his team could locate this place before the battery ran out.
What he didn't know was that the anti-drug squad was far more efficient than he had imagined; by this time, they had already split into several groups and set off.
Pushing open the door of the small wooden building, Qingmu stepped inside.
The building was damp and dark, with a musty smell, but it couldn't mask the delicious aroma coming from upstairs.
The back door was half-open, as if someone had just gone out, letting in some fresh air.
A wooden ladder that didn't look very sturdy led to the second floor.
"If you won't come down, then I'll come up!" Qingmu called out, looking up.
He climbed the wooden stairs, which creaked and groaned, causing the whole building to sway as if it might collapse at any moment.
The rooms on the second floor are completely different from those on the first floor. The windows on all four sides make the rooms bright and airy. Two of the windows offer views of the thick branches of large trees, while the back window faces a smooth mountain wall that reflects the sunlight, making it sparkle.
A woman was leaning on the windowsill, looking at the view outside, which was the open space that Qingmu had come in through.
She leaned forward, her buttocks slightly raised, her tight-fitting casual shorts accentuating her full hips. Her long legs were crossed, one foot on the wooden floor and the other dangling from a small wooden stool behind her. Her slender waist slumped down, and she wore a floral vest that revealed her fair shoulders and back. Her slightly curly black hair slid down her shoulders, fluttering gently in the breeze blowing in from the window.
It must be said that, even from behind, this woman's figure is impeccable.
The Madman outside the window was still beating and tearing at the Medicine Granny, Medicine Granny pitiful wails were already sounding somewhat powerless.
This unsightly scene did nothing to disturb the woman at the window. She was completely absorbed, as if a blockbuster movie was playing outside.
A rich fragrance wafted from the woman, filling the entire room with a wonderful aroma.
Qingmu recalled that night at the bar, before the woman drew that symbol, she smelled just as sweet. The scent that day even made him forget what the woman looked like.
He really hoped that the woman he met today was the same woman from that day.
But he was disappointed.
The human olfactory system is extremely complex and sensitive, capable of distinguishing tens of thousands of different smells, but we often simply categorize them into two types: fragrant and foul.
Molecular substances travel through the air and enter our nasal cavity, triggering a series of enzyme cascade reactions in the olfactory receptors, stimulating the trigeminal nerve system, and then transmitting the signals to the nerve center of the brain, forming our "sense of smell," which is what we usually refer to as fragrance and stench.
However, few people ask why some things smell good while others smell bad.
In fact, whether something smells good or bad is a conscious judgment that humans have developed over a long period of evolution.
When our body needs something, and our consciousness determines that it is beneficial, it stimulates cells in the corresponding area of the brain's cortex, producing a pleasant feeling that we call "fragrance."
Conversely, if our consciousness judges that something is harmful to the human body, then what we smell is a "stinky" odor.
This kind of conscious judgment memory is stored in human genes, which is what people often call innate memory or hereditary memory. For example, most fruits are naturally fragrant, while feces are smelly. These are things that are already recorded in genetic information, and you don't need to taste them to distinguish them.
However, the living environment is constantly changing, and genetic memories can sometimes be flawed, requiring continuous adjustments. Therefore, some things must be tried before they gradually form acquired memories. These memories are stored in the brain and can be retrieved consciously.
For example, stinky tofu. Genetic memory tells it that it is rotten and spoiled, so it will definitely smell bad the first time you smell it. But after you eat it, you find that it tastes good and seems to be harmless to your body. So when you smell it again later, you may find it very fragrant.
Some things are subjective; what you find fragrant, I might find foul. What you can accept, I may not be able to. This is because people with different constitutions have different needs for substances, such as durian and garlic, or alcohol and cigarettes.
This is from a material perspective; human consciousness judges the quality of something through the sense of smell and the olfactory nervous system.
For a substance to be detectable by the nose, it must be volatile and form molecules that enter the nasal cavity with the air.
However, there is one exception.
That is, through certain special means, directly stimulating your cerebral cortex so that your consciousness can smell the "fragrance".
It sounds mysterious, but the principle is actually quite simple: it involves allowing consciousness to actively retrieve certain olfactory memories from the brain.
Human technology has already enabled this technology to use electromagnetic stimulation to create a realistic sensory experience, and future VR may very well be like that.
Sometimes we can do this unconsciously. For example, if you keep thinking about a certain food, you might smell that food. That's because your conscious mind is recalling memories of that food in your brain.
Qingmu was absolutely certain that the woman had used that method in the bar.
At that moment, he was probably the only one in the entire bar who smelled that overwhelming fragrance. He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was; perhaps it was because all his memories of scents had been triggered.
He remembered the woman saying a word—" Fragrant Hypnosis "—which was probably a hypnotic technique.
The woman seemed quite disappointed as she left; her Fragrant Hypnosis hadn't worked, or at least not to her liking. But she probably didn't realize that Qingmu was someone who didn't dream at all!
The fragrance inside the small wooden house is now so strong it's almost overwhelming, and it gets even stronger the closer you get to the woman by the window.
However, Qingmu knew that this fragrance was not the same as that fragrance.
The fragrance emanating from the woman in front of me was genuine.
If Shi Dazhuang or Peng Jiahu were here, they would definitely be able to smell it too.
One approach directly targets the brain's consciousness, while the other utilizes the body's scent. Which method is superior is self-evident.
Therefore, Qingmu was slightly disappointed.
The sound of slippers on the wooden floor was loud, thump-thump...
The woman finally turned around, looking at Qingmu with a deep smile in her eyes. This smile, combined with her overwhelming fragrance, was incredibly alluring, enough to make one lose their senses...
If it were someone else, they might have already become addicted to it and unable to extricate themselves.
"You're the third man who can stay sober this close to me." The woman's eyes were alluring as she swayed her hips as she walked over, her breasts heaving with irresistible charm.
Her two long, shapely legs moved with a cat-like gait as she walked to Qingmu, her soft arms draped over Qingmu shoulders. "The last man lasted twenty minutes with me, and I became his queen. I want to know, how long can you last?"