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When Antoine Richis got up in the morning and pushed open the door of his daughter's room, the window facing the sea reflected the dazzling sunlight in the morning, and the heavenly light made Antoine Richis lifted up involuntarily. After the extremely bright light disappeared, it clearly outlined the bed. Laura Richis, who had turned into a cold corpse on the bed

Another fresh life, just like the previous twenty-five women, Xiang Xiaoyu died.

The extreme impact on the screen made everyone stunned, watching Jean-Baptiste Grenouille reaping the lives of young girls like an executioner, the feeling was a wonderful morality and told them that it was shameful , it is abominable, it is sinful, it is intolerable, because it is the disappearance of lives; but emotion or vision tells them that in Jean-Baptiste-Grenoye's clear pair of In the blue sky-like eyes, there is no killing, no cruelty, no rudeness, some are just persistent pursuit of scent, the scent world he built has been blended with his life, all of this is wrong, but, what should he do? How? The "ridiculous" thing is that everyone has endless expectations for the perfume prepared by Jean-Baptiste Grenouille. What kind of perfume will these twenty-five virgins-concocted be? what kind of taste?

Jean-Baptiste Grenouille extracted the thirteenth fragrance on the mountain and prepared a perfume that is unique in the world. He only had time to put the perfume bottle in his personal pocket for safekeeping, and the guards with guns surrounded him. and arrested

The grief-stricken Antoine Richis hung Grenouille upside down, put it in the bucket and pumped it up. He brutally tortured the thin perfume apprentice in front of him, and he was stunned to ask for an answer. All he got was an "I need her" answer, Antoine Richis was disappointed, desperate, and he could only vent his pain on the impending incident in Jean-Baptiste Grenouille Antoine Riches gritted his teeth and said, "I'll keep my eyes on you, watching you being tied to a cross, watching you being played with iron bars, smashing your joints, and waiting for the crowd to get fed up with your wailing. In a hurry I'll climb the blood-soaked execution platform and sit beside you, and I'll stare into your eyes, drop by drop, and I'll pour my disgust into your seriousness, like burning acid Usually, until...finally...you die"

On the day of the execution, everyone gathered in the city officialdom, and even sat on the roof. The citizens cheered and applauded for the executioner's appearance. They were all waiting for the scene of the demon being torn to pieces and tortured to death. Hate, that kind of madness, even far beyond the scope of hatred

And Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, who was in prison, calmly found his hidden perfume from among the stones. He is also waiting for this day to come, waiting to prove his existence.

The guard came in, he poured a drop of perfume on the aorta of his wrist, he easily controlled the guards who were cruel and cruel to him, and he was beating his guards violently a second ago, and his eyes suddenly became frenzy.

At the entrance to the crowded square, a four-wheeled carriage appeared. Jean-Baptiste Grenouille stepped down gracefully from the carriage. He was dressed in a lake blue Baroque style aristocratic dress by A The three-piece style of Bi, Best, and Kyurot is composed of Abi, which is worn on the outermost side. The waist is closed, and the hem is wavy. In order to make the buttocks open, ponytail lining and hard linen are added to the hem. The front placket is a row of gold thread buttons with rich patterns embedded in the buttons. The lake blue fabric is soft and comfortable, and civilians are dressed in gloomy tones such as white, beige, pink, gray, blue and black. , is particularly conspicuous inside Best, wool fabric material with gold whip embroidery, cufflinks decorated with muslin non-woven ruffles protruding from Abbie's cufflinks and Kyurot on the lower body, diagonal cut The tight-fitting leggings made clearly outline the leg muscles, no need to tie trousers or suspenders, the same lake blue satin, showing low-key gorgeousness

Everyone looked at the young man in stunned eyes. The previous rage, madness and hatred disappeared. The whole square was silent. The surrounding citizens were all stunned, and everyone seemed to be thinking about whether he was innocent, but he was still a little hesitant, not sure.

Jean-Baptiste Grenouille took out the perfume, poured a drop on the white handkerchief, and then swept it into the wind with the hexagonal table as the center. Hands, as if embracing God, expressing their lofty respect Jean-Baptiste Grenouille poured a drop of the perfume on a white handkerchief, and let it blow in the wind, the aroma is like Like an atomic bomb explosion, it started from the epicenter of the hexagonal platform and spread outward. All the crowd embraced this charming aroma, their bodies uncontrollably leaned back, and the expressions on their faces were blurred and intoxicated.

The gentlemen behaved out of control and were agitated, and everyone let their inner ** Ladies cross their hands in gorgeous, happy sighs when they saw Grenouille; other ladies out of their desire to pursue this beautiful teenager— - They didn't think that Grenouille in front of them would be the murderer of a serial murder case, absolutely impossible - and they were precarious, as if they were going to crawl under his charm at any time on the stage set up by the bishops and nobles in the distance, since The noble gentlemen rose from their seats one by one, then put their hands on their chests, looked up to the sky reverently, and prayed convulsively with both hands

At this moment, the upper body of the noble bishop swayed forward, as if he was going to vomit, he stood up reluctantly, but because of the weakness of his legs, he fell down, his forehead hit his knees, and then the whole The man knelt down and sat on the ground in embarrassment, but at this time, he did not feel uncomfortable, but for the first time in his life indulged in religious fanaticism, because in front of the people, a miracle happened, because the supreme God had already stopped the executioner. , he declared the people who the world recognized as murderers to be angels, how great God is

When the bishop uttered this sentence, his inner belief in religion was completely released. He smiled with an intoxicated and satisfied smile and shouted, "He is not a man, he is an angel"

The people in the whole square were boiling, and the low commotion was all silent in an instant. People couldn't help kneeling down, worshiping the angel in their hearts, and expressing their lofty respect. Look down from the sky to all the people who were still standing just now. , like dominoes, fell irregularly, and collectively worshipped the great figure standing in the middle

This is the top note of the perfume: people adore him with emotion and feel that this is not an ordinary person

Then, the young man standing in the middle of the execution platform opened his hands, and the aroma of his body began to drift across the square along the wind.

All the kneeling people saw that God was calling them, and in an instant they stood up together and opened their hands to try to embrace their inner angel, and the cheers began to gather little by little they burst into tears, they wept bitterly, they were crazy about it , everyone thought that the man in the lake blue dress standing in the middle of the stage was the most beautiful, charming and perfect person they could imagine

The nuns thought he was the incarnation of the savior, the devil's followers regarded him as the Lucifer of the underworld, the enlightened thought he was the supreme master, the girls believed he was the prince in fairy tales, and the men thought he was their ideal The image of everyone felt that his most sensitive part had been seen by him, caught by him, he hit their soft spot

This is the middle note of the fragrance: people desperately need his scent and almost faint when they get it

Finally, the young man threw out the handkerchief with the perfume dripping in his hand, and lifted it up with the wind. Everyone raised their hands high and tried to grab the handkerchief. When the handkerchief finally fell, the magical The smell began to spread, with the handkerchief landing at the center, and everyone began to tear their clothes.

The dignified women ripped open their corsets and exposed their **** in hysterical cries. The skirts were lifted up, and they fell to the ground. Men with bewildered eyes, stumbled on the ground. Walking on the ground of their bodies, they took off their pants with trembling fingers, and sighed and fell somewhere, having **** in an extremely rare posture and pairing. The gender of the person, just grabbed the figure beside him, kissed each other lingeringly, then tore each other's clothes, fell on the square, in broad daylight, in a public place where countless citizens gathered, and had **** with each other. thing

Men and women, women and women, men and men... old men and young women, servants and lawyers' wives, apprentices and nuns, Jesuits and masons, even the bishop on the stage, and the nun next to him. A group... A group of two people, a group of three people, and even a group of five people, gathered together... The situation is messy, the air is filled with the sweet smell of heavy lust, full of ten thousand An orc shouted, mumbled, sighed, and moaned loudly like hell

This is the aftertaste of the perfume, the crowd is like being possessed, and begins to bow to the most primitive desire. No one can make an exception.

Jean-Baptiste Grenouille stood like that, watching all this, smiling and seeing him as if he was using the world's most innocent, lovely, charming and at the same time most seductive .The bewildering way to smile Smiles but in fact it's not a smile, it's the ugly, mocking sneer that stays on his lips He thinks it's all horrible because he can't enjoy it for a second, he He hates everyone here. He wants to eliminate all the people who smell bad. He hopes that these people will find out how much he hates them. To discover his true face, he hoped that someone would discover his existence, but he failed because everyone was bewitched by the fragrance, everyone succumbed to their inner desires. And he, Jean-Baptiste -Grenoye, it doesn't exist after all

Jean-Baptiste Grenouille was disappointed, he longed for someone to see the perfume on him, he longed for someone to find out that it was all just an illusion of what he was wearing, he longed for someone to really see through his essence - he Being Jean-Baptiste Grenouille

When Antoine Richis came over, Jean-Baptiste Grenouille's hope was ignited again. He knew that the man in front of him hated him, and he hated him to the core. He hoped that this man could tear himself apart. disguise, recognize your true self, and let yourself truly feel your existence in this world

But he was still disappointed

Antoine Richis knelt down in this fragrance, hugged Jean-Baptiste Grenouille and cried, murmured "my son" Jean-Baptiste Grenouille was desperate, He finally realized that he did not exist after all, and the tears fell like this, the slightly pursed lips twitched gently, and the clear blue eyes were full of crystals, as if to let all the colors around him turned into ashes

When Jean-Baptiste Grenouille left and the residents of Grasse regained consciousness, they were all ashamed, and no one dared to mention everything that happened in the square that day. The real murderer was the manager who had been bullying him in the workshop where Grenouille worked, and he executed the hanging in a low-key and fast manner. The serial murder case in the small town of Grasse has come to an end.

Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, who left Grasse, has a perfume that can enslave the world. This bottle of perfume only uses two drops. He can go to the palace and let the king kiss his feet. Write a letter to the Pope and ask him to declare himself the savior. As long as he wants, he can do it all. He has the ability to be more powerful than money and more terrible than death~www.readwn.com~The ability to control people's love.Desires However, only One thing this perfume can't do is to let him have his own taste and let him find a place of his own in this world

In 1766, Jean-Baptiste Grenouille returned to the place where he was born, the dirty and disgusting fish market, and poured the whole bottle of perfume from his head in front of all the poor people. The perfume slipped from the thin, handsome face, and the clear eyes were reflected in the firelight, with an unprecedented calm.

Refugees living in the slums, their hunger for food drove them all crazy on Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, and then divided him

In the end, he just disappeared, leaving only the clothes kneaded into the mud, and an empty bottle, as if he was born with nothing.

At the end of the movie, the empty perfume bottle lying flat on the mud floor still had a drop of liquid on it, and it dripped down. No one knew what kind of scene this drop of perfume created, because, big The screen goes dark, the movie, it's over

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