[Comprehensive film and television] The formula of perfume

【Adele】

Paris, we are back.

This most prosperous metropolis in France has not been seen for a few years, and it seems to have changed a bit. Many new buildings have been built and many buildings have been demolished.

But the impetuous luxury in its bones remains unchanged.

Bustling crowds, hawking one after another, well-dressed rich and nobles sitting in carriages, homeless people begging and performing arts along the street.In the same place, the poor live on the streets, the rich spend a lot of money, and heaven and hell are just a step away and a wall apart.

In Paris, look at all living beings.

I looked sideways at the man next to me: "Jean, do you remember Baldini?" Since our carriage entered the city, Grenouille sat beside me motionless, looking very silent, but I knew he was using himself The sense of smell, to re-understand and measure the city.

"Well, he's not in Paris," Grenouille answered me.

I teased him: "He's not here now, but it doesn't mean he won't come back in the future. Have you forgotten that he asked you not to come back here during his lifetime. What if he finds out that you have broken your promise?"

"Oh," Grenouille nodded casually, turning his head to look around, "it's okay."

You see, I knew he didn't care.

But he doesn't care, I do.I did not make up my mind to return to Paris from Orléans until I was sure that the news of Baldini's death was true.

Because of the various perfumes made by Grenouille, Baldini is not only famous in Paris, but also in the whole of France. Although this fame is limited to fragrances and perfumes, it is enough for my perfume in Orleans, a big city. Shop inquired about the news.

*It's also quite a coincidence.On the night of Grenouille's departure from Paris, on the west side of the already cracked Exchange Bridge, between the third and fourth piers collapsed for unknown reasons.

Two houses fell into the river, and the whole house sank, and so suddenly, that no one inside was saved.

But there were really only two people in the room - Giuseppe Baldini and his wife, Teresa Chin.The servants, some with or without permission, left the house.

In the end, nothing was found, neither the two corpses, the cash box, nor the little book that recorded the molecular formulas of Grenouille's six hundred perfumes.

The only thing left by Mr. Baldini, who is known as "the largest perfume expert in Europe", is a mixture of mat incense, cork, vinegar, velvet and a thousand other spices. Havre's Seine channel floated for several weeks.

"Jean, Monsieur Baldini is dead, because the bridge collapsed so suddenly that the municipality didn't even have time to check for cracks in the bridge." I felt the need to let him know that fact.

In the end, he looked back at me, with blank eyes in his clear eyes: "Well... I see... So... Is there anything I need to do?"

Complete indifference, it seems that he really has no mentorship with Baldini, I decided to tell him another thing: "Glass murder, they found the 'murderer', it is the perfume workshop where you work Here, the chap who married the widow of that workshop, Dominique Drew."

*Before entering Paris, I prepared a lot of things in Orleans, including inquiring about the follow-up of Grasse's murder case. I don't want Grenouille to be arrested by the police as soon as he enters Paris.

The case, which had passed from Grasse to Orléans, was of less interest.It is said that Dominique Drew, the perfumer of the Rue du Louvre, was arrested on obvious suspicions, and it was in his cabin that all the clothes and hair of the murdered girls were finally found.

He initially denied it, but after fourteen hours of torture, he confessed everything, and his execution was scheduled for the next day.At dawn they hanged him.After the death was confirmed and documented, the body was buried immediately.The case was thus closed.

too ridiculous.

The handling of this matter turned out to be so dramatic.I was very worried that Grenouille was murdered, and I was in danger of being arrested at any time. As a result, these "respectable people" perfectly covered up the incident for their own "decency", pretending that there was no Grenouille at all. same as people.

I can imagine how much they want to forget when they wake up from the bewilderment of perfume and are horrified to find that they are naked and have done something shameless with thousands of people.

Then it was really as if it had never happened, and the whole city had "forgot" about Grenouille, and "forgot" so thoroughly.

It strikes me as ironic.But on the other hand, I feel regretful. I have already thought about it very clearly. Didn’t Grenouille create such a miraculous perfume to gain recognition in Grasse and make the world know him?

——As a result, people chose to forget in the end.

"Jean," I tugged at the hem of his shirt, feeling his body stiffen for a moment, recently he has always been so unnatural, but when I asked him what was going on, he always denied it, "Jean, I have an idea .”

"What?" he asked, his eyes as clear as a lake looked at me intently, as if I were the whole world.Of course, I like his eyes more than the ones that were always shy and timid before.

It's just that he doesn't do it very often.

"Baldini - known as the largest perfume expert in Europe? He is dead, let's take this title reluctantly, and add another title to it, the unprecedented and unrepeatable olfactory genius." I smiled at him, as early as coming On the way to Paris, I have a plan.

Jean Grenouille should not be buried, he is a true genius.

【Jean Grenouille】

Adele was planning something again.

She bought a small shop on the most prosperous King's Bridge-with Leicester's money.This shop is so small that it can only accommodate one teller, and she is not here next door.I rented a one-story apartment far away, with a bedroom, a living room, and most importantly, a large perfume production room.

"Equipment, spices, it may take a week or two to arrive, so I will use it now." She pushed me into the huge production room with a smile on her face, "This is your territory, what do you want to do? What to do, but there must be a new perfume every day, this is the task. Well...you must also engrave your name on the perfume bottle!"

"Engraved name?" I can understand making perfume, which is a job I am very skilled in, but why should I engrave my name on the bottle? I have never done this before.

"Of course, this is a very important step!" She nodded seriously, and took out a piece of parchment and a pen for me: "Let's sign your name first... Oh, no, it's too ugly! I want that gorgeous one." cursive!"

Uh... well... I've never been good at reading and writing, I don't care about that.

She frowned at the name I signed, and I held the slightly dripping pen, embarrassed, worried that she would be unhappy.

If I knew it earlier, I used to practice signatures in church schools.

"Lester, get up." I was relieved, she didn't lose her temper, but then she actually went to kick that guy's coffin: "Come and write Jean's signature, I know vampires like flashy things the most .”

Lester replied in a muffled voice: "Miss Adele, everyone says it's flashy, why should I do it?"

"Because of need," she knocked on the coffin over and over again, "get up, the moon is going to dry its ass, Mr. Vampire."

Reluctantly, Lester pushed open the coffin lid and sat up, glaring at me angrily: "I will only demonstrate once, and you can practice the rest by yourself."

What tone?I really don't like this guy.It's my name, but Adele asked him to teach me how to write?

but……

Reluctantly, I must admit that his cursive handwriting is not bad.

"It's easy to imitate like this," Lester sat on the chair and stretched lazily, dropped the pen, looked around, and hummed softly from his nose, "such a small apartment."

The arrogance and contempt he exudes from head to toe is the habit of the upper class in Paris, but perhaps it is because this guy smells particularly disgusting, I am extremely disgusted with his arrogance, if it is not for Adele, I would I don't think I'll ever be in the same room with him.

It's a really nasty taste.

Moreover, there are quite a few smells like this in Paris. I smelled them when I entered the city.

Before I knew it, Paris gathered such a large group of vampires?

Too bad Adele must never be allowed anywhere near there.

I wrote another signature on paper, and compared it with Lester's, I thought mine looked better than his.Definitely showing it to Adele tomorrow morning.

She will compliment me.

"Huh? It's so late and you're still practicing signatures diligently, tsk tsk, isn't signing a very simple thing? It's not easy for you, Grenouille..."

I wasn't surprised when Lester wandered into my room, I knew he was coming the moment he walked out the door.

What came in with him was the smell of animal blood. His food today should be goats.

Adele said that vampires hate animal blood, and he had to do this in order to make an agreement, but because of this, his temper would be a little more irritable, like now, deliberately finding fault.

I don't think so, I think he has a natural dislike for me, just like I see him.

"Adele is asleep?" Seeing that I was silent, Lester sat on the armchair at the other end of the desk and smiled at me, his blue eyes glowing mysteriously.

He was anxiously planning something.

I continue not to speak.

"You like Adele very much." Lester lowered his voice, his face moved closer, and the disgusting smell got closer, but the content of his words made me temporarily ignore his bad smell.

"Like?" I repeated the word, genuinely confused.

"That's right," Lester folded his hands on his chest, curling up the corners of his mouth gracefully and calmly, and that annoying sense of arrogance came back, "You've been restraining yourself along the way, but you really wanted to do something to her. Something, right? I like her so much, I wish I could eat her flesh and drink her blood, melt her into my own flesh and blood, and be inseparable forever."

He was clearly sitting across from me, but his voice seemed to be echoing in my ears, entering my mind from my ears, which was very tempting.

"I know the feeling, when she's around you feel like life is so good, and when she's away, you feel like you've been abandoned by the world. You want her to be there forever, but at the same time you're worried about betrayal. Want to It's actually very simple to keep someone forever, as long as..."

His voice is like a lullaby, but it won't make people fall asleep, it will only make people think along his will.

I was in a trance for a moment, and then I realized that without knowing when, he had come to me from across the table, held my shoulders, and leaned closer to whisper to me.

He talked so much, as noisy as he had been in the carriage all the way, that I thought it necessary to interrupt him, and now I really have a question that needs to be asked, to whomever I ask.

"You know how to like this mood, don't you?" I said.

"Oh, of course!" Lester seemed very excited, dancing with exaggerated expression: "Like, love, it's all..."

"No, no, I don't want to know that much," I interrupted, asking my question, "I like Adele? I love her? Why?" I knew I had some special feelings for Adele, But is this love?