Scientific rambling
Seek fragrance on an isolated island. Hisar is the only son of Italian billionaire D'Alessio. After his wife gave birth to Hisar, D'Alessio lost his fertility due to illness, so he pinned all his hopes on his only son, Hisar. However, Hissar had no interest in business, and his greatest wish was to become a top perfumer. From the age of 12, Hissar became madly obsessed with making perfumes. He secretly became an apprentice in a small cosmetics shop behind his father's back. However, the paper could not contain the fire, and after a few months, D'Alesio finally learned of the incident, and he was furious. Soon after, he had a heart attack and died. Although Hissar felt deeply remorseful, he could not resist the perfume's **.
Hissar was walking along the bustling street, when suddenly a strange fragrance entered his nostrils, and he followed the fragrance and saw that the peculiar smell emanated from an old woman in her sixties. Hisar politely approached and asked the old woman what kind of perfume she was wearing, and the old woman told her that the name of the perfume she had sprayed was "Satan's Kiss", which her son had bought at great expense from the French island of Groyes. The island is home to a mysterious perfumer who is said to be able to create dozens of perfumes that are unique in the world. Hissar asked for a specific address. The old woman shook her head and said that this person had a quirk, never gave perfume ** to strangers, and only prepared a total of no more than 100 ml of perfume for a few very wealthy customers every year.
However, after repeated questioning by Hisar, the old woman gave him the address. Located in the Bay of Biscay in the department of Morbihan in northwestern France, Grup Island covers an area of about 15 square kilometers. There is a fishing port on the north shore, so most of the people gather in the north, while the south shore is full of sea caves, and few people visit. The old woman told Hisar that a few years ago she had heard that the mysterious perfumer lived in a small house under an abandoned lighthouse on the South Bank. Hissar walked towards the small house with trepidation and excitement, and when he was about a hundred meters away from the house, his sensitive nose caught a familiar scent, "Satan's kiss"!That's right, it looks like this is it! The door creaked open, and to Hisar's surprise, a beautiful and innocent girl with long hair like a cloud appeared in front of her. Hissar made his intentions clear.
The girl told Hissar with regret that the man he was looking for was her grandfather Crawford, who was not at home now, because Crawford had to go out at this time of year to look for the raw materials for making incense, and he had just left three days ago, and he would not be back until at least a month later. "And as far as I know, Grandpa never taught his skills to anyone, so you might as well go back, it's just a waste of time here. The girl kindly persuaded him. Hissar has long been convinced that he will impress this master perfumer with sincerity no matter what. The girl obviously had a good impression of Hissar, pointed to the lighthouse next to it and said, "If you don't dislike it, I'll clean up the hut where the tower keeper lived, and you can live here and wait." Hissar couldn't help it, and quickly nodded in thanks. In this way, Hissar lived on the island and learned the girl's name——— Marella.
Secret Lover. Marella is not only beautiful and charming, but she is also very empathetic. In just half a month, the two developed into close lovers. Hissar had hoped to get some of Crawford's secrets from Marella, but was disappointed to learn that Crawford locked himself in his hut every time he made a perfume, and no one was allowed to approach it. To the south of the lighthouse is an overgrown cemetery with more than a dozen mottled headstones. Marella tells him that there seems to be something unclean there, and that her grandfather forbids her to go near it. A month has passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, Marella worriedly said to Hisar that according to the custom, grandpa should come back in about three or five days, and it was best for Hisar to move to the north of the island during this time, and not let grandpa know that he had taken in outsiders during this time, he would be very angry. Wishing to do so, Hissar turned the camera he carried with him to take pictures automatically, and took a group photo in front of the lighthouse with Marella. Marella took off a pearl bracelet from her wrist and placed it in Hissar's shirt pocket, tearfully saying that she would always be here waiting for him to return. Hisar walked for more than two hours to the town on the north side of the island and found a small inn to settle in. The owner, Riccioni, was a very talkative man, and when he heard that Hissar was from Italy, he couldn't help but ask him curiously what he had come all the way to this small island. Hissar said that he admired Crawford to learn perfumery.
At this time, a slightly drunk young man not far away suddenly interjected: "This guy can't be talking about the Crawford who was hanged two years ago, right?" Hisal was taken aback and exclaimed, "How is it possible, his granddaughter Marella said that he would be back in a few days." The young man burst out laughing, and pointed at Hissar and exclaimed, "This guy is so funny, he said he had seen Marella, man, are you the hell?" Hissar looked at Riccioni in disbelief. Riccioni looked at Hissar as if he were looking at a madman, and he stared at Hissar gloomily and said, "Marella is also long dead, killed by Crawford." Hissar jumped up in surprise and exclaimed, "No way, I've been with Marella every day for the past month!" We even took a group photo together! As he spoke, he pulled out his digital camera from his backpack, but he rummaged through the folders and couldn't find the group photo. Hirsar was not reconciled, so he had to take Ricioni with him to Marella's house in the south of the island to see what was going on. On the way, he told Hissar the story of Crawford. In the eyes of the people of Grup, Crawford is full of mystery. He lives in seclusion in the deserted south of the island, and the mysterious perfume recipe is a mystery.
However, this secret was finally inadvertently broken five years ago. When several tourists ran to the south of the island to explore, they saw Crawford burying the body of a young girl in a cemetery next to the lighthouse. Several people immediately called the police, and as a result, dozens of female bodies were exhumed in the cemetery, including Crawford's granddaughter, Marella. It is not difficult to tell from the degree of decomposition of the corpses, these people died in different years. After interrogation, Crawford finally confessed that the special source of his perfume was the sebum secretions of the young girls. And his so-called annual going out to find raw materials for incense making is to go out to find those girls with unique body fragrances. It's just that the prey that meets his requirements is too difficult to find, so that he finally extends his claws to his own granddaughter. Crawford's cruelty caused outrage, and he was hanged under French law.
Terrible truth. Hissar was thrilled to hear it, but he couldn't believe that the girl he had been with for more than a month was just an illusory ghost. However, when they pushed open the door to Marella's hut, Hissar was stunned. The house was empty, and all the warm and comfortable furnishings were gone! "How is this possible! "How is this possible! Hissar searched all the rooms, but could not find a single sign of being inhabited. Riccioni looked at him sympathetically and said, "I think you should see a psychiatrist." Hissar stood dumbfounded in the middle of the empty living room, his brain booming, what the hell was going on? Is it really hell for you? Suddenly, he remembered the pearl bracelet that Marella had taken off her hand before parting, and quickly reached for it, but the pocket of his shirt was empty.
Seeing this, Riccioni said in a sympathetic tone: "You must have been mentally stimulated by some kind of mental stimulation lately, and hallucinations, and Crawford and Marella are buried in the cemetery behind the lighthouse......Before he could finish his sentence, Hissar had already rushed out. This was the first time Hisar had walked into the overgrown cemetery, and the last time Marera desperately dragged Hisar to keep him from entering, but he didn't expect it to be because it was hiding a secret. Marella's tombstone was buried in a field of weeds, Hissar brushed aside the weeds, stroked Marella's name on the tombstone with his hand, and couldn't help but feel sad, in just one month, he had fallen in love with this beautiful and innocent girl, but now, she turned into a handful of dry bones, how can he accept this? Through the hazy teary eyes, Hisar suddenly noticed a white thing flashing in the grass, he wiped his eyes, reached in and took it out, and then his heart was shocked, isn't this the pearl bracelet that Marella gave him? At this moment, a faint fragrance entered his nostrils, and it was "Satan's **" Hissar jumped up and shouted Marella's name and chased after the aroma, leaving the confused Riccioni behind. The aroma looms as far as the cliffs by the sea.
In the distance, Hisar saw a pretty figure dressed in white standing on the top of the cliff, it was Marella! Hissar stumbled over. But as he climbed to the top of the cliff panting, Marella's figure was gone, and only a faint scent lingered in the air. Hissar eagerly called out his lover's name while sniffing vigorously with his nose, only to find to his horror that the smell of perfume led straight to the rough sea beneath his feet. At this time, Ricioni also ran from a distance, and when he saw Hissar standing on the top of the cliff, he couldn't help but shout anxiously: "It's dangerous there!" Come down! "She fell into the sea! Marella, she's fallen into the sea! Hisal shouted sadly, pointing to the sea. When Riccioni saw Hissar standing on the top of the narrow cliff in a trance, he was very worried, and cried out: "God, don't do anything stupid, wait for me, I'll come up." Then go around to the other side and look for a path to the top of the cliff. No sooner had Ricioni disappeared from Hissar's field of vision than suddenly a hand jerked Hissar behind his back. Hissar tilted his body and fell straight into the sea with a scream, he was not accustomed to water, and after only a few struggles, his body began to sink. As Hisar's consciousness began to blur, a soft hand rested on his waist and then struggled to get him out of the water. In a trance, Hisar smelled the long-lost aroma. He weakly took the hand and murmured, "Marella, dear, don't go." Then he seemed to hear sobs, and then fell into a coma ......When Hisar woke up, he found himself lying in the hospital. Riccioni on the side reproached and said: "You are really a ghost, why do you want to kill yourself?" Fortunately, it was washed up on the beach by the waves. "No, I was pushed down, and it was Marera who saved me. Hissar pleaded. Riccioni worriedly suggested that he see a psychiatrist. Hisar didn't believe that he was mentally wrong, but when he stated these things to **, the police officer also had deep suspicion on his face.
Hissar hesitated to go back to Italy, but he couldn't let go of Marella. After being discharged from the hospital, he involuntarily came to Marella's hut again. To his surprise, there was a white envelope lying quietly on the windowsill, with a faint fragrance remaining on it. After reading this letter, Hissar was suddenly struck by lightning: he never expected that all these bizarre and even fatal events he encountered were manipulated by someone, and the ** behind the scenes was actually the manager Tosero whom he had been convinced of for several years! In her letter, "Marella" wrote: "I saved you in the sea, but you need not thank me, for I am the bait that lured you into a trap. I'm not a Marella, just a woman in debt and desperate. When Tocelo found out that you were coming to Gruva Island, he came to me and promised me a large sum of money to pretend to be Marella. I secretly deleted the group photo from my digital camera, and the pearl bracelet was taken out of your pocket as I took my hand out of your pocket.
In this way, in the eyes of others, you will become a psychopath full of gibberish, so when I push you off the cliff, no one will suspect that you are being **. However, I could not bear to see you die in front of me, thinking of the grief of your true feelings when you sought me, so I jumped into the sea to save you. At the same time, I also have to admit that in a month of getting along, I have fallen deeply in love with you, but I know that I am not worthy of you in any way. I don't ask you to forgive me, but I ask you to forget me. I am writing this letter to remind you that Tosero will not stop there. Hissar was heartbroken and immediately called the police. According to the entry records, Tosselo did follow Hissar to France. ** Later, Tocelo confessed to his crimes, saying that he was not willing to be the manager of a huge fortune, and because Hissar was obsessed with perfume and never asked about business, he began to secretly transfer his property to his name through various channels over the years. However, he was still afraid that one day the chicken and egg would be discovered, so he simply wanted to get rid of Hisar. But if Hisar dies unexpectedly, he will definitely be listed as a suspect in his power.
After Hisar "coincidentally" encounters the old woman on the street as he wishes, Tosero lets Hisar fall into the game of "Marella", and others think he is insane. The "Satan**" that lured Hisar to the bait was actually bought by Tocello at a high price from a senior perfumer in Paris. It's just that unexpectedly, the girl hired to play Marella fell short, but at the last moment she turned around and saved Hissar. As for the fake "Marella", Tosero confessed that her name was Fletti and that she lived in Lorient. However, when he went to arrest people according to Tosero's confession, he found that the building was empty. Hearing the news, Hisar's tense heartstrings relaxed, and he suddenly realized that he couldn't hate Fletty at all. But he also understands that a love that begins with deception will hardly have a happy ending. A few days later, Hisal left France with infinite melancholy, but the lingering fragrance remained in his world.