[Comprehensive film and television] The formula of perfume

【Adele】

I think I have known Grenouille for some time, and I am confident that I have a basic understanding of him.

Except for his super sensitive sense of smell and his obsession with collecting more scents, he hardly has any normal needs of ordinary people.Food, as long as there is something to eat, clothes, as long as they can wear, housing, this is completely unnecessary, a wooden bed can solve everything.

In addition, he doesn't like to talk, although he can read, he can't write very much, and I feel that he has difficulty understanding some abstract words, such as sublime, holy, and glorious, and he has no concept at all, or morality, etiquette, etc. , he also had difficulty understanding.

However, his mastery of terms related to object names and odor descriptions is unusually rich.

This made me even more sure that he has no problem with IQ at all, but he is a little stubborn... No, it should be said to be paranoid, he only works hard on the field that he is most talented and favorite, and doesn't care about other things, what is his living environment like, and whether he has a lover Friends are not in his consideration at all.

In short, it can be said that he is a genius with a little low EQ and a little paranoid.

I made such a judgment on Grenouille, but I did not realize that the words "emotional intelligence" and "intelligence quotient" are exclusive and unique. I am probably the only one who uses them in this era.

Hurriedly shuttling through the lively crowd, I didn't care to watch the fireworks blooming on the top of the night sky. I followed the vaguely seen figure and went, shouting his name while hoping that he would come to me soon.

When I ran, I was thinking that because of Grenouille's withdrawn and unsocial personality, he was always ignored, and Baldini only used him as a tool to make money.But his heart is indeed not bad at all, and I never get angry when I tease him, and I always worry about whether I have food to fill my stomach.

So why did he leave me like this without even saying a word?

"Grenouille! Grenouille!" I called out his name loudly, and ran all the way through the crowd. I was so dizzy after chasing him that I didn't know where I had gone.It was empty and dark everywhere, the houses were low, and few of them were lit. Tonight, everyone rushed to the King's Bridge, causing this non-prosperous area to be almost emptied.

But Grenouille was nowhere to be seen.

I saw lights in the backyard of a house.

After thinking about it, I decided to try to go and have a look. I would not ask, no house owner would be willing to answer a vagrant's question, but I have eyes and can observe by myself.

A round yellow-scented plum rolled to my feet, freshly picked and washed very cleanly. I think it must have found that I was hungry after running all this way, so it came here to comfort me.

So after confirming that there was no problem with it, I took a bite and it was full of moisture and sweet.

As I walked, I gnawed it out contentedly.

Soon more yellow plums rolled to me, one, two, three... They all rolled out of the backyard of the house with lights on, and many of them were scattered on the road leading to the backyard. In the low corridor, lonely.

Taking advantage of no one, I secretly put these delicious plums into my skirt, and then walked in lightly. I am sure that something must have happened there, otherwise these delicious plums can be sold for a lot of silver coins. Who would throw them away wastefully?

My damn curiosity came up again.

The wooden shed in the backyard was low, with only one candle burning, and the light was dim. I walked there and vaguely saw two people, one of whom seemed to be kneeling on the ground. Who is that man on the ground.

"Grey..." I opened my mouth happily, but I didn't fully call out his name. My voice seemed to be stuck in my throat with a hand, and I couldn't make it out at all.

I saw another person besides him, it was a beautiful red-haired girl, she was lying quietly on the ground naked, her clothes were torn, Grenouille knelt on her knees, buried her head On her neck, her armpits, her chest, her belly, and even her most intimate pussy, then her inner thighs, and then...

I can feel the excitement of Grenouille, his movements are powerful and full of rhythm, and he is completely ecstatic, as intoxicated as he is mixing perfume, maybe even more.

I quietly turned and left, trying not to make a sound, so as not to disturb him.I should have thought that Grenouille is already a teenager, no matter what, he should have a girl he likes, and there will always be girls who can discover his talent and goodness, and then devote themselves to him.

It would be really rude if I went over to disturb them at this time.

Thinking of this, I walked back slowly on tiptoe. I should have been happy that Grenouille had a lover, but for some reason, my heart felt a little astringent.

I worked so hard to find him and worry about him, but he didn't even say a word, just went to meet the girl privately, kissed her from head to toe, and even...

Wait!

kiss? !

Was he really kissing her?

Isn't he sniffing her?

Why was she lying there, unresponsive, motionless, like... like a dead person?

dead.

The thought that suddenly flashed into my mind startled me, and this dark corridor suddenly became as terrifying as a man-eating monster. I was cold all over, turned around stiffly, and walked back to the backyard with heavy steps.

Grenouille was leaning against the corner of the wall. He seemed to have lost his mind, his eyes were blank and out of focus, and he put his fingers in front of his nose, as if he was sniffing the last scent after touching the girl.

The remaining heat of the corpse could no longer stop the trend of being completely cold, and the five black fingerprints on the neck slowly appeared.And beside the table where the girl once sat, there is a basket of yellow plums, which is tilted upside down.

I don't know where I got the guts to feel her breath and feel her pulse with trembling fingers.In the end, the pile of plums carried on the apron was scattered in a panic, and they all rolled on the ground.

Grenouille seemed to have finally come back to his senses. He looked up at me in a daze, his bright eyes were still clear and innocent, and he called me timidly: "Adele?"

I didn't speak because I was fighting back the cramping and acid flooding in my stomach right now.

I've never found Grenouille's voice so nauseating that I want to throw up all the plums I just ate.

Murderer.