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When Antoine Richs woke up in the morning and pushed open the door of her daughter's room, the window facing the sea reflected the dazzling sunshine in the morning. The heavenly light made Antoine Richs raise his arms and block his sight. After the extremely bright light disappeared, he clearly outlined the bed. Lola Richs, who had turned into a cold corpse on it...

Another vivid life, like the twenty-five women before, died.

The ultimate impact on the picture made everyone dumbfounded. Watching Jean-Baptiste Grenouye harvesting the lives of girls like an executioner, that feeling was wonderful. Morality told them that this was shameful, it was hateful, it was sinful, it was intolerable, because it was the disappearance of life; but emotions or vision told them that in Jean-Baptiste Grenouye's eyes that were as clear as the blue sky

In his eyes, there is no killing, no cruelty, no ruthlessness, there is only the persistent pursuit of fragrance. The smell world he built has merged with his life. All this is wrong, but what should we do? What is even more "absurd" is that everyone has endless expectations for the perfume made by Jean-Baptiste Grenój. What kind of flavor will these twenty-five virgins - the perfume made by them?

Jean-Baptiste Grenóye extracted the thirteenth fragrance on the mountain and arranged a perfume that was unique in the world. He had no time to put the perfume bottle in his close-fitting pocket to keep it, and the guards with guns surrounded him and arrested him.

The grief Antoine Richs hung Grenóye upside down, put it in a bucket and then pulled it up. He cruelly tortured the thin perfume apprentice in front of him, and asked an answer with a dull look. But he only got an answer with "I need her". Antoine Richs was disappointed and desperate, and he could only vent his pain on the punishment that was about to happen to Jean Baptiste Grenóye.

Towan Richs gritted his teeth and said, "I will stare at you. Watch you be tied to a cross, watch you be played with a kid's joints, and wait for the crowd to get enough of your wail. I will climb up the execution platform full of blood and sit beside you. I will stare at your eyes, drop by drop, I will inject my disgust into your seriousness, like a scorching acid 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 the executioner's stage. They were all waiting for the scene where the demon was torn apart and tortured to death. That kind of clamor, that kind of hatred, that kind of madness, even far exceeds the scope of hatred.

Jean-Baptiste Grenóye, who was in prison, calmly found the perfume he was hiding from the stones. He was also waiting for the arrival of this day, waiting to prove his existence.

The guards came in and he poured a drop of perfume on the artery of his wrist. He easily controlled the cruel and cold guards towards him. The guards who were still beating him a second ago, and their eyes suddenly became frenzy.

At the entrance of the square, crowded with crowds, a four-wheeled carriage appeared. Jean-Baptiste Grenóye walked down from the carriage gracefully, wearing a lake blue Baroque aristocratic dress. The clothes consisted of three-piece Abi, Best and Kuyurot. The outermost Abi, with a waist tilted, and the hem was wavy. In order to spread the hips outward, a ponytail lining and burlap were added to the hem. The front placket was a row of buttons arranged in gold thread. The buttons were embedded with rich patterns.

The lake blue fabric is soft and comfortable, and is particularly eye-catching in the gloomy tones of white, beige, lotus root, gray, blue and black. The best inside, the wool fabric is matched with embroidered gold whip, and the cufflinks are decorated with non-woven pleated made of muslin. It is exposed from Abi's cufflinks. The lower body of the Kuyot, the tight leggings made of oblique silk cut out the leg muscles clearly, without tying a belt or hanging belt. The same lake blue satin shows low-key gorgeousness.

Everyone looked at the boy in amazement. The previous violent, madness and hatred disappeared, and the entire square was silent. The executioner threw down the wooden stick in his hand, knelt down, and shouted in admiration, "He is innocent." All the citizens around were stunned. Everyone seemed to be thinking about whether he was innocent, but they were still hesitant and not sure.

Jean-Baptiste Grenóje took out the perfume, poured a drop on the white handkerchief, and then raised it in the wind. With the hexagonal platform as the center, the onlookers showed an intoxicating expression, and some people couldn't help but spread their hands, as if they were embracing God, expressing their highest respect. Jean-Baptiste Grenóje poured a drop on the perfume on the white handkerchief, and let it drift in the wind. This fragrance was like an atomic bomb exploded, and it spread out from the epicenter of the hexagonal platform. All the people embraced the charming fragrance, their bodies leaned back uncontrollably, and their expressions on their faces were even more confused and intoxicated.

The gentlemen lost control of their behavior and were extremely excited. Everyone let their hearts go. When the ladies saw Grenouye, they crossed their hands in gorgeous and happy sighs. Others were shaking, because they longed to pursue this beautiful boy - they did not think that Grenouye in front of them would be the murderer of a serial murder, absolutely impossible - and seemed to be crawling under his charm at any time. On the stage where the bishops and nobles were placed in the distance, the gentlemen who claimed to be noble stood up from their seats one after another, then covered their chests with their hands, looked at the sky devoutly, and prayed with convulsions.

At this moment, the noble bishop shook his upper body forward, as if he was about to vomit, and he stood up reluctantly, but fell down because of his weak legs. His forehead hit his knees, and then he knelt on the ground in a mess. But at this time, he did not feel uncomfortable, but was immersed in religious fanaticism for the first time in his life, because in front of all people, a miracle happened, because the supreme God was already blocking the executioner, and he declared the person whom the world regarded as a murderer as an angel. How great God is! The bishop couldn't help but sigh that he could not suppress the thrilling excitement in his heart, and opened his hands and murmured in a low voice, "The angel is coming."

When the bishop said this, his inner faith in religion was completely released, and he smiled, showing an intoxicated and satisfied smile, shouting, "He is not a human, he is an angel!"

The people in the entire square were boiling, and the low commotion fell silent in an instant. People couldn't help but kneel down, worshiped the angels in their hearts, and expressed their highest respect. Looking down from the sky, all the people who were standing just now fell down irregularly like dominoes, collectively worshiping the great figure standing in the middle.

This is the top notes of the perfume: people were moved to worship him, thinking that this was not an ordinary person.

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

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

The nuns felt that he was the embodiment of the savior, the believers of the devil regarded him as Lucifer of the underworld, the enlightened people believed that he was the highest master, the girls believed that he was the prince in the fairy tale, and the men thought that he was the image of their ideals. Everyone felt that his most sensitive part had been seen through and caught by him, and he hit the soft part of their hearts.

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

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

The women with dignified character tore their brass open, and their breasts and skirts were raised upwards and fell to the ground. The men stumbled on the ground with confused eyes. They used their trembling fingers to pull off their pants, sighed and turned to somewhere, and had sex in extremely rare postures and pairings. And everyone, regardless of who the people around them, even the gender of the people around them, just grabbed the figure beside them, kissed each other lingeringly, and then teared each other's clothes, fell in the square, and in broad daylight, in public where countless citizens gathered, they carried out their bed brother's affairs.

Men and women, women and women, men and men... old men and girls, hired workers and lawyers, apprentices and nuns, Jesuits and Masonic female members, and even bishops on the stage made a group of nuns next to them... two people in groups, three people in groups, and even five people in groups, gathered together... The situation was messy, and the air was filled with heavy emotions. The sweet smell of desire was filled with the loud shouts, muttering, sighing and moaning of ten thousand orcs, just like hell.

This is the back notation of the perfume. The crowd was like being possessed and began to bow to the most primitive desires and desires, and no one could be exceptional.

Jean-Baptiste Grenóye stood like this, witnessing it all, smiling. Those who saw him felt as if he was smiling in the most innocent, cute, charming, and at the same time the most seductive and seductive way of smiling. But in fact, this was not a smile, but an ugly, mocking sneer that stayed on his lips. He felt that all this was terrible, because he could not enjoy it for a second, he hated everyone here, he hated He must not eliminate all the people who emit foul smell. He hopes that these people will find how much they hate them. He hopes that these people can tear open the mask he made of girlish bodies and incense and discover his true face. He hopes that someone will discover his existence, but he fails. Because everyone is confused by this perfume, everyone succumbs to their inner desires and desires, and he, Jean-Baptiste Grenóye, still does not exist.

Jean Baptiste Grenouye was disappointed. He longed for someone to see through the perfume on him. He longed for someone to discover that it was just the false image he wore. He longed for someone to truly see through his essence - his existence as Jean Baptiste Grenouye.

When Antoine Richs came over, Jean Baptiste Grenóye's hope was ignited again. He knew that the man in front of him hated him and hated him to his bones. He hoped that this man could tear his disguise, recognize his true self, and let himself truly feel the existence in this world.

But he was disappointed after all.

Antoine Richs knelt down in the fragrance, hugged Jean Baptiste Grenouye and cried bitterly, murmured "my son". Jean Baptiste Grenouye was desperate, and he finally realized that he did not exist after all. Tears slid down like this, and the slightly pursed lips twitched gently, and the clear blue eyes were filled with crystal clearness, as if all the colors around him turned into gray.

Jean-Baptiste Grenouye left. When the residents of Glass woke up again, they were all ashamed. No one dared to mention what happened in the square that day. The parliament quickly made a decision, believing that the manager who had been bullying him in the workshop where Jean-Baptiste Grenouye worked was the real murderer, and he performed the hang in a low-key manner. The serial murder case in the town of Glass came to an end.

Jean-Baptiste Grenóye, who left Glass, had a perfume that could enslave the whole world. This perfume was only used two drops. He could go to the palace to let the king kiss his feet, and write to the pope to announce that he was the savior. As long as he wanted, all this could be done. He had the ability to dominate people's love and desire, which was more powerful than money, more terrible than death, and the ability to control people's love and desire. However, there was only one thing that this perfume could not do, that was, let him have his own taste and let him find a place of his own in this world.

In 1766, Jean-Baptiste Grenóye returned to the place where he was born, the dirty and disgusting fish market, and then poured a bottle of perfume from his head in front of all the poor. The crystal clear perfume slipped down from the thin and handsome face, and the clear eyes reflected in the fire, with unprecedented peace.

The refugees living in the slums, their desire for food, made them all go crazy and pounce on Jean-Baptiste Grenóye, and then shared them.

Finally, he disappeared like this, leaving only clothes that were rubbed into the mud, and an empty bottle, just like when he was born, he had nothing.

At the end of the movie, the empty perfume bottle lying flat on the mud floor, with a drop of liquid remaining on it, dripping down slowly. No one knows what kind of scene this drop of perfume created, because the big screen dimmed and the movie ended.

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