[Comprehensive film and television] The formula of perfume

【Adele】

I woke up with a feeling of suffocation, darkness in front of my eyes, unable to move because my hands and feet were bound by rope-like things, I could not see, and it was difficult to breathe because the heavily greased linen was pressed against my face, tight Paste my whole body.

At this moment, my mind was surprisingly calm, and my first reaction turned out to be——I know what the faint strange smell I smelled when I walked into the apartment.

He didn't hit me directly on the back of the head with a stick, but he used a gentle method, this stun liquid that he probably got from Eric - we used it to stun Louie a lot, he thought It's very easy to leave some behind.

This volatile liquid has a pungent smell. When people smell it, if they hold their breath in time, they will not faint. However, my sense of smell is dull, and I don’t know how much gas I inhaled. I didn’t react until I fainted.

He gave me medicine.

When I got back to the apartment, it was almost dark, the apartment was not lit, and it was dark and dark. I was worried that something had happened to Ren, so I looked for him in every room in the apartment while calling his name.

Then I passed out, lost consciousness, and woke up like this.

I want to cry.

I don't know why he did it in such a cruel way.If he kills me, I don't have to be treated like a living mummy in a half-suffocated state-he shaved my hair, covered my body with grease, and wrapped me tightly. Treated the same way, this bolt of flax is the shroud.

"Adele, you, are you awake?" Through the linen and thick grease, Jean's voice seemed to come from a distant horizon. He sounded a little embarrassed, and tried his best to comfort me: "I'll be fine soon Well, let it absorb the oil for a while, and it will be fine soon."

"It will be all right soon" - he kept repeating this sentence, but did not explain why he treated me so cruelly.

I want to cry.

But I knew I couldn't, the cloth was wrapped too tightly, and crying brought about a violent rise and fall of the chest cavity and an increase in lung capacity, and the tight linen might strangle me to the point of suffocation.

My lips were also covered with a thin layer of grease. I lay quietly for a while, trying to regain my strength, and when I felt able to speak, I told him: "I'm going to die, Jean."

This sentence took me a lot of effort.

"You won't, wait a little longer, it will be fine soon." He began to repeat "It will be fine soon", at this moment I suddenly realized how cruel and ruthless this man is, he treated me like this, It's because he only wants to collect the smells he likes and doesn't care about my feelings at all.

The string called "Calmness" in my mind snapped with a "click".

"Let go of me, you bastard!"

【Jean Grenouille】

I was taken aback when Adele woke up, and I was hoping to get through the process unnoticed, but once she wakes up, the collection becomes a hassle.Because both fear and sadness affect the smell.

She seemed calm though, not moving or crying.

She is cooperating with me!

I'm so happy, I knew Adele would understand me, she didn't smell like any of the people I'd ever collected, and she wouldn't fight because she understood that all I needed was the smell.

—I won't hurt her.

It was dark and she had just woken up, and I thought she might be scared, but I couldn't light the lamp, and the oil lamp also affected the smell.I tried to reassure her, telling her not to worry, the collection process will be completed soon.

As long as the fat is fully absorbed, the process is almost over.

"I'm dying, Jean," Adele said suddenly, startling me.

No, no, I told her she'd be fine.She should believe in my ability. Although I have never tried to collect the scent of a living person, I pay close attention to the change of her scent. It is very strong and has no signs of fading, which proves that she is still alive.

However, I don't know which words I said irritated her, she suddenly struggled violently, the rope bound her hands and feet, but her torso was still able to move, she jumped violently on the bed and shouted: "Let me go!" , you bastard!"

No, no, don't do this, you should calm down, too much emotion will affect the smell, and you will get hurt.I had no choice but to use my hands and feet to hold her down, and I comforted her: "It will be fine soon, don't worry."

I know that my vocabulary is poor, and I only have these two sentences over and over again, but I really can't think of how to appease him.

She really didn't move, and lay down peacefully again.

However, before I could breathe a sigh of relief, I found that her breathing gradually weakened.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, half a minute passed, and one minute passed.

She stopped breathing.

Do not!

"Adele! Adele!" I tore the linen cloth, I was at a loss, the force was too violent, the cloth cut my hand, but it didn't matter, the thick linen cloth was finally torn by me, Adele's quiet and beautiful face was pale and bloodless, her eyes were closed tightly, she was not breathing, as if she was really dead.

My mind went blank.

I thought, at this moment, I was really stupid. Seeing her lying there quietly, her chest not rising and falling, I truly realized that she had left me forever and would never come back again. Scared, my hands trembling - so much so that I didn't even notice, her scent was still alive and showing no signs of fading.

"Adele, Adele?" I tremblingly untied her limbs and kept calling her name as I picked her up and lifted the damn linen, I think she taught me how to save A person who is not breathing, but I didn't study it seriously, I can't remember what to do, I can only call her name over and over again, hoping to wake her up.

I have never regretted it so much.

"boom".

There was a sudden pain in the back of the head.

Adele?

"Let go of me, Grenouille, you bastard." She opened her eyes suddenly, she pushed me away, stood in front of me with an unlit oil lamp, and hit my forehead hard again with that lamp one time.

Her strength and aim were poor, and I did not faint.

I just froze.

I don't understand why she would do this.

Dazed, it was only a short moment, and when I realized it, she had already run away completely.

【Adele】

Running around the streets of Paris late at night naked, wrapped in a sheet, was probably the craziest thing I've ever done.

Holding my breath was an idea I came up with. I knew that my lung capacity was good. When I was struggling violently, I took a few deep breaths, but I had no idea how long I could stop breathing.I'm just betting, betting he won't give a shit about my life.

If he really doesn't care if I die, then it doesn't matter what I do.

In the end, I succeeded and ran out successfully, but when I thought that I used such a cleverness to deal with Jean, I suddenly felt very sad.

I don't know what went wrong for him to treat me like this.

I ran desperately through the streets of Paris, not daring to stop for a moment, knowing that as long as I was alive, he would find me easily.

I was afraid that if I stopped, he would immediately catch me and throw me back into the shroud of linen.

Where should I go now?

I ran all the way, but I ran very dazed, dazed and lonely.

In the middle of the night in Paris, there are almost no street lights, and the doors of the shops are closed. A homeless person hiding in a corner secretly looked up at me, and then giggled. The laughter was malicious. My scalp was numb, so I could only wrap my only veil tightly. sheets, quickly ran past their eyes.

From King Street to Scribe Street, many of these homeless people looked at me. I startled a group of crows, and there were three or four books. There was even a middle-aged woman who went out to take out the garbage. I was almost scared by me. Passed out, but they didn't dare to stop me, because I kept running without turning my eyes - I guess they regarded a running girl with bare feet and head wrapped in a sheet in the middle of the night as a madman, or even a terrible monster.

No one dared to touch this mold first.

I ran to the sewer grating on Scribe Street, and the grating had been re-locked, and I couldn't open it without Lester.

The sense of despair suddenly subsided.

In the huge Paris, besides Eric, I really don't know who else to go to.

"Eric, Eric!" I shook the iron fence like an idiot, making a loud noise, and I shouted at him desperately, hoping that the sound would reach his lake house through the sewer.

When I was numb from shouting and my throat was dry and burning, a deep male voice sounded behind me.

"Adele?"

I was so shocked that I didn't dare to look back. The long running and screaming made me almost unable to think, my brain stopped functioning, and at this moment I couldn't tell who the voice belonged to.

Is it Grenouille?Or Eric?Or is it Leicester who have left?

No, neither.

The voice belonged to another man.

A man I wanted so badly to run away from.

The author has something to say: Thank you Qingbenjiaren, bangraong and Mr. Meow for mine!

Thanks to the staff, it is really the nutrient solution of Sai Gao Zi'an's brain-dead powder!

The internship is over, and I will strive for more changes every day. In addition, I would like to recommend a good finger exercise. My hand joints are so sore after typing too much~