[Comprehensive film and television] The formula of perfume

【Adele】

Three months, three months have passed since the day I stopped looking for Grenouille.

When I clearly realized that Grenouille strangled the red-haired girl, ripped her skirt after her death, and desecrated/desecrated her body, I felt a chill down my spine, my whole body was cold, nothing Dare to ask, turn around and run.I escaped from there in a panic, and never went back to live under the trading pier.

I went back around the Cemetery of the Holy Child where Corey lived, with the other kids so I wouldn't dream every night of that backyard wood shed with the dead body of a teenage girl getting hypothermic and lying on top of her sniffing like hell Grenouille.I have dreamed countless times that Grenouille sucked the girl's soul with his nose, then turned his head, stared at me with a pair of fierce eyes, moved his nostrils, sucked and sucked, my body As it got colder, he used this method to suck up my life.

I had many such dreams, and one day, I suddenly realized that I had always been deeply afraid of Grenouille, and that the girl's body was just an inducement.

Subconsciously, I always felt that he was not a normal person, that he was withdrawn, stubborn, and aloof, so he could hurt anyone at any time.So when I saw that corpse, I wasn't surprised, what came up was full of fear, I was actually afraid that he would kill me too.

I knew very well that Grenouille had no friends but me, and that the people at Baldini's shop did not like him at all.In addition to his personality, it is also because his nose is so sensitive that everything can be seen clearly in front of him.He can know what's inside without entering the house, where people put their money bags, whether the person in front of him went to a brothel or a casino last night, and people's secrets are in front of him.

He is obviously a poor orphan, but he possesses abilities comparable to that of a god. Who would like him?

"Adele, I haven't seen you go to the Exchange Bridge to find that G...Grenouille?" Corey moved a small bench over, and talked to me while watching me take care of the weak little Deschamps.

Deschamps is the youngest of our group of children. He is only a little over 3 years old. He has blond hair and is a very lively child.The weather has been erratic recently, so he fell into a serious illness with a persistent high fever. It is very dangerous for a child of this age to have a fever. Although I and other girls take turns taking care of him, what can we do without money?

Cory was even nearly broken by a pharmacy clerk trying to get some medicine for Deschamps.

When I heard Grenouille's name, I paused when I wrung the towel, and replied casually: "If you don't go, you won't go. What reason do you want to hear?"

Corey scratched his head: "I didn't mean to inquire, Adele. I just bumped into him when I passed by there today, and he asked me about you."

I blinked and couldn't believe it: "Cory, don't you have a fever too? Grenouille...he...actually...well, what did he ask you about me?"

Corey shrugged. "He asked if you were okay, that's all."

I couldn't help twisting the handkerchief subconsciously: "Is there nothing else?"

"No."

"Then what do you think of him...how does he look like, is he doing well?"

Corey was stumped by this question, he scratched his head and said, "Adele, what is it called a good life... He has a place to eat and live, he can walk and talk, and he doesn't seem to be sick, so it's a good life ?”

"...Okay." I sighed, Cory measured Grenouille's life by our standard of living, so of course he can be counted as "living well."

A few days passed, and Little Deschamps finally failed to survive. The persistent high fever caused pneumonia and a series of other complications. Finally, we buried his body together.I dug a hole myself, and buried him in the messy graves of the Holy Child Cemetery. I wrote a small tombstone for him with wood chips and coal chips.

In these short three months, I witnessed the loss of two lives, the red-haired girl, and our little Deschamps.

Little Deshang made me feel my own incompetence. I watched him die, but there was nothing I could do.When Cory and I stood in front of Didier Deschamps' grave, watching the rain wash away the simple tombstone over and over again, I suddenly felt that I couldn't live like this anymore.

You have to think of a way, a way to live better.

Otherwise, one day, I will also die like this, silently, with no one paying attention.

— just like my mother.

— just like the red-haired girl selling yellow plums.

More than three months have passed, and the police station in Paris has not moved at all. It seems that there is no plan to track down the murderer.Because that girl is really not a big person worth noting, Grenouille's attack did not show any signs, except for me. I don't have any witnesses. It is estimated that Sherlock Holmes is the only way to find out about him.

Who would go to great lengths for such a low-level girl?

Paris is just that snobbish.

Maybe the whole world is like that.

Brace yourself, Adele.

Think about those strange memories of yours, you are different, you can't live in a daze, you have to do something, you have to do something.I told myself.

After burying Deschamps, I didn't go back with Corey, but chose to come to the Exchange Bridge.I suddenly wanted to meet Grenouille. I hid for three months, and only now did I have the courage to ask him, why did he kill that girl?

I can't believe it's because she offended him. Grenouille never cared about anything other than smell. To me, he... has always been very good-tempered.

I went to the pier of the trading bridge first, and it was already dark and raining at this time, no one would pay attention to a vagrant.But when I arrived at the bridge pier where I usually live, I was stunned. It was empty and there was nothing there. Was my torn cotton wool and my Bible picked up by some scavengers?

At this time, I felt something falling down from my head. I touched the top of my head and touched some fine grains of sand.

Then I looked up.

【Grenouille】

Except for the rain, today is the same as yesterday, as usual.

Adele didn't come again today.

I glanced out the ventilation window, and of course there was nothing there.Put out the candles, go to bed, put my hands on my stomach, lie down and fall asleep, I am very tired from work today, I will fall asleep soon, I hope this time I can still dream of the fragrance of that girl's body in my dream.

"Grenouille, Grenouille!"

Someone is calling me in the groggy darkness, this voice...

Adele!

I sat up suddenly from the bed, and a gust of wind with raindrops poured in through the ventilation window, which was so narrow that only a child like Adele could sneak in.

"Adele..." I frantically lit the candle, even though I still knew its location in the dark, but I almost knocked it over.

She ran away that day and never showed up again, so I knew she must hate me, after all, no one is willing to talk to me or be friends with me, I was surprised that she could persist for so long.

So...so...she came to me today, what is, what is it for...

I'm a little nervous.

"Grenouille, come with me, this trading bridge is about to collapse!" Drenched all over, Adele rushed over and grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the ventilation window, but halfway through, She stopped and said to herself again: "I'm so stupid, you can't get through it at all. That's all right, you go to the main entrance, and I will go to the bridge and shout, and shout all the people who live on this bridge. I'll just say, in There are so many houses built on the bridge, and Baldini still needs to build more, how can there be no accidents?"

"What did you... um... find?" I asked her.

She looked back at me, her emerald green eyes sparkled in the candlelight, she was very beautiful: "I just went to look under the bridge pier, and happened to find that the bridge deck was cracked and dust was falling. It's too dangerous to live here, you Get out of here quickly."

"Did you go under the pier?" I thought for a while, and took out the things under my wooden bed; "Are you looking for this?"

Adele's eyes widened: "My cotton, my book, why are you here?"

"This...I..." I was not very good at forming sentences, but when she stared at me, I stuttered even more: "You don't live for too long, it will rain and you will get wet. It won't happen if you put it here, I I wanted to pay you back, but you..." I didn't know what to say after that.

Adele hugged the pile of things and remained silent.

I don't know what to say.

"Ah!"

Suddenly she sneezed a little, annoyed: "Oops, I caught a cold this time. I can't deal with it that much. There are signs of a bridge crack, and it will be a matter of time before it is disconnected. Get out of here quickly, Greno yeah!"

"No, don't worry...the bridge won't...will not collapse..." After I finished speaking, I was in a dilemma again, not knowing how to explain to her the nuances that my nose could smell.

As a result, Adele didn't ask why this time, but just said "by your nose?"

I nodded.

"Then when will it fall?"

"..." This question stumped me.

"Forget it, it's all my fault for meddling in my own business." Adele seemed discouraged, "But Grenouille, on the day when the bridge is really about to collapse, don't just run away by yourself, but also shout out to others. I know, okay?"

I nodded.

"That's the only way, otherwise, who would believe people like us..." Adele sighed.

"Ah!"

She sneezes again.

"Oops..." She frowned and muttered something, then suddenly looked up at me with a serious expression: "Turn around!"

What are you going to do?

I was a little puzzled, but I did as she said.

In fact, I want to say that even when I turned around, I knew what was going on behind me.I know, she threw that wet rain-smelling clothes on the ground, and then... and then she... Well, smell it, well, the naked body has no smell, where did she go ?

"Okay, turn around," I heard her say then.

I turned my head, and she was sitting on my bed around my quilt, she looked like a small ball, and she was smiling and said: "It's raining outside, I will catch a cold when I go back like this. Sleep in your bed for one night ,May I?"

Can I refuse?

Not only could she not, but she was also driven under the bed, sleeping on the floor, covered with cotton wool.

Adele didn't fall asleep right away, the candle by the bed was about to burn out, she stretched out her two bare arms, and lay on the bed looking at me.I didn't know what she was thinking, so I looked up at her too.

After a while, she suddenly spoke first: "Grenouille."

"Uh...yes?" I hesitated for a moment, not knowing what she wanted to do, the wooden bed was very thin, and it couldn't fit two people.

But that's not what she was going to say.

I heard her sigh softly.

"Tell me, Grenouille, why did you kill her?"