Wangshu's sense of smell became extremely sharp after the car accident.
He could taste the raw coconut latte from the corner coffee shop in the wind blowing from the eleventh floor, and he could smell the emotions of everyone he met. But those senses as sophisticated as instruments could never piece together the Alpha pheromone that saved him on a snowy night three years ago - until late one night, a man smelling of motor oil suddenly jumped out of the ventilation duct in the laboratory.
The man chewed lemon candy and put the screwdriver against his carotid artery: "Little perfumer, the memory aromatherapy you sold to the black market caused me to be hunted for three months."
When the smell of damp engine oil mixed with the aroma of cedar exploded, the test tube at Wangshu's fingertips suddenly shattered. The hacker who held him hostage was surging with the life-saving body heat from that snowstorm.
Intention: accept everything