[Comprehensive film and television] The formula of perfume

"Are you sure you want her to go?"

When I asked Adele in this way, the bold Miss Austen had left.

"Otherwise, what else can we do? Really kill her? I don't think we can do it," Adele shrugged helplessly: "If she leaks the secret, no one will believe her, even if it does cause trouble, we It is also easy to run into the woods and escape. But I am more inclined to believe in Jane's character."

"What does Lester think?"

"He...it doesn't matter if you let her go or not, although he asks that if you want to kill her, please leave the blood for him to drink," Adele moved two steps towards me, leaned over and smiled mysteriously, " Eric, are you very concerned about this time?"

Because I value you.

——Of course, I can't say such stupid and embarrassing words. In fact, I don't bother to pay attention to her at all. It's pretty good to hum in response.Adele is a ghost, if she talks too much, she will see the clues.

But I didn't expect that Miss Austin would visit again a few days later.

I was in the meadow at this time putting the last coat of varnish on the new organ, which was drying quickly in the sun.As usual, Adele was upstairs studying those piles of notes, Grenouille accompanied her, Lester pretended to be dead in the coffin, Professor Van Helsing was replying to letters, and it seemed that another of his admirers asked him about mysterious events and requests He answered.

At this moment, Austin stepped on the thick rustling leaves.

"It's a beautiful and exquisite pipe organ, Mr. Eric. I think it must sound very nice."

I didn't want to look back at her, and I didn't want to talk to her.I can remember her sharp and sarcastic sarcasm last time. Although the bite mark on the back of my hand did not affect my composition, it will definitely affect my performance.

This is all thanks to her.

Of course, I don't think that all girls are pure, innocent, kind and beautiful like Christine, but a girl can be sharp-tongued, arrogant and domineering to such an extent, and she can pretend to be a smart and well-behaved lady. Miss Austen really opened my eyes.

"Isn't Adele here? Where's Professor Van Helsing?" she asked again.

"Why are you still here?"

"what?"

"Miss Austin, if you don't suffer from amnesia, you must remember what happened a few days ago, right?" I thought she was a little strange: "Under normal circumstances, at this time, you should honestly hide in the bed at home , holding a cross and shaking and praying to God instead of pretending nothing happened and setting foot here again. Honestly, I don’t think it’s a wise choice.”

"Why do I have to react that stupid way you want, Mr. Eric, you make me feel ridiculous sometimes, you know?" She laughed, which I was sure was a precursor to anger, and every time she Before quarreling with me, he always smiled like this, and then spit out sharp words, like a murderous little devil.

"Why can you get along with him in harmony, but I have to hide at home like a coward and dare not go out? Why do you think so of me?"

"Then what are you doing here?" I think the sun is a bit dazzling, because I have lived underground for many years, and I don't like basking in the sun very much. It's time to end this meaningless conversation quickly and go back early.

"Smart girl, our biggest secret has been peeped by you, what else do you need to know? The appearance behind my mask, trust me, you won't want to know."

Compared to Lester's secret, I'm the real nightmare behind the mask.

To my surprise, she hesitated this time. She lowered her head and stirred her skirt, stammering: "Lester told me last time that curiosity killed the cat, right?"

"But until I was killed, I will remain full of curiosity about everything, and this will not change. After I went back, I didn't sleep well for a consecutive night, and I was out of my mind during the day. At first, I was afraid, but later, I found out I actually feel excited and excited…”

She looked up, her amber eyes shining brightly: "I grew up in Hampshire and everything I knew came from my surroundings and from the books I read, and I used to see with new eyes. Those legends and ghost stories, but I soon got tired of them, and the false myths and legends could not interest me again. Until a few days ago, by chance, I discovered that the legends were not lies. Standing right in front of me. At the dance, I met a new group of friends, they seemed normal, but I seemed to feel that everyone here had dark secrets, and everyone's experience might be beyond mine. The horizons of life and the range of knowledge that books can give..."

"I know it's a dangerous thing to keep learning, but I couldn't resist the temptation, I just, just wanted to know... what the world outside of Hampshire, the world outside of ordinary people, would be like."

Look, I'm right, this is a bold girl.

"Are you done?"

"Yes, I'm done," she lifted her skirt and gave me a salute, rarely a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I know my request is presumptuous, but I just want to see and hear a story, and I promise I will never Will leak, or, or you can kill me, you seem to be good at this."

Ha, don't forget to stab me at the end, this woman who doesn't know what fear is.

"What if I say no?" I asked her back.

"Well... I have other people to ask, don't I? And it seems that Professor Van Helsing knows something, and I think he will be happy to tell me that he lived here when I was a child, and he liked me the most."

Not only is she bold and reckless, but she is also a stubborn woman.

Are all British women as unlovable as she is?

"Come with me." It's time to go in and hide from the blinding sun, and this woman won't let it go without giving her something real, so I brought a copy with me when I came to England in order to further improve the music and lines script.

"Interview with the Vampire?" She read the French title of the cover.

Well, since she can understand, then I have nothing to embarrass her.This script ended in a hurry because the agreed time was too short. I always wanted to add an ending to it and adjust the plot. Now it’s okay to show it to her, anyway, she already knows about Lester , let her know Lester's unfortunate past is nothing.

That guy's experience was meant to be ridiculed.

"Red ink, so special... oh, I like these lines, they are so beautiful...Mr. Eric, you wrote this for Lester?" Her slender fingers stroked the red marking line, as if thinking Reluctant to give up, he raised his head and asked me, with curious eyes shining: "Are you a musician?"

Heh, the last time you came here you called me a "ghost in the woods" unceremoniously, and you just spoke harshly to me, but now that you get what you want, you are immediately polite and respectful.

Women are really fickle.

"Look at your script, don't take it away, don't disturb me, and don't ask me questions," I wished I could draw a curtain in the room, but unfortunately I didn't have time to prepare, so I could only warn her verbally, "I hate when someone is at work. Excuse me. Once you do, I will kick you out without any kindness."

She pursed her lips and smiled at me, holding the script as if holding a rare treasure, and her words became polite and gentle: "Of course, I understand the rules very well."

Oh, I'm not used to her at all, and I wish she'd made a big mistake so I could find an excuse to throw her out of the house and order her never to come.

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