Muñeca nocturna

Capítulo 41

But his hatred for people never received a response. The more he hated them at that moment, the more...

The more they deify him, the more they smell the fragrance of his possession, his counterfeit fragrance, from him.

The fragrance he plundered is actually the reason he was deified.

At that moment, he wished he could wipe everyone off the ground—the stupid, the foul-smelling, the lecherous.

It was as if he had eradicated all foreign odors from the darkest depths of his heart. He hoped they would realize how much they truly understood.

He hated them, and hoped that they would rekindle their hatred for him because of the feelings he had once truly felt, and from...

They eliminated him from their perspective, just as they had originally planned. He wanted to be abandoned once in his life.

He wanted, at least once in his life, to relinquish his inner thoughts, just as others had relinquished their own.

He abandoned his own love, his own foolish worship, and he also gave up his expectations so that he could survive in the new book company.

And he was told only once that he received from another person his only true feeling—hatred.

— the answer.

But his hopes were dashed. His hopes could not be realized. And today, they are no longer possible. Because he used his life...

He used the finest perfume as a mask; beneath this mask, he had no face and no scent. Suddenly, he...

He felt nauseous because he sensed the incense smoke rising again.

Just like back then in the cave, in the dream, in sleep, in my heart, in my own imagination, a burst of...

A foul mist, a terrifying mist of his own scent, suddenly rose up, but he could not smell his own scent, because...

He wasn't discouraged; he was as certain as he had been then that he wouldn't suffocate. The difference was, this time it wasn't a dream.

It wasn't sleep; it was stark reality. Unlike before, he wasn't lying alone in the cave, but...

He stood before tens of thousands of people in the square. Unlike before, there were no shouts to awaken and liberate him, no escape.

A beautiful, warm, and saving world helps him. Because here and now, this is the world, right here.

And now, this is a dream that has come true. And he himself once hoped for it.

The horrible, suffocating mist continued to rise from the swamp of his mind, while around him, the...

The people, caught in the throes of sexual ecstasy, were sighing and moaning. A man ran toward him. He was looking at the gentleman...

The person in the very front row jumped up so violently that his black top hat fell off his head. At that moment, he was wearing...

Dressed in black, he crossed the execution ground like a raven or a vengeful angel. This man was Richis.

Grenouille thought: He'll kill me. He's the only one who wasn't fooled by my facade. His daughter...

The scent of my child still clung to me, as distinct as blood. He must have recognized me; he must be intent on killing me. He

They will definitely do that.

He spread his arms to meet the angels rushing toward him. He believed he could already feel the swords and blades aimed at him.

The blade pierced his chest, piercing through the fragrant armor and suffocating mist, and plunged into his cold heart—

Finally, something entered his heart, something different from who he truly was! He felt he had almost found the answer.

They've been saved.

However, Richis suddenly leaned against his chest and lay down; he was no longer the angel of vengeance, but...

A distraught and sobbing Richis embraced him with both arms, his hands gripping him tightly, as if...

In the ocean of inner joy, there was no other refuge but him. No dagger of liberation pierced through, no…

There were piercing cries, but no curses or hateful screams! Instead, there was the sight of Richis's tearful cheek pressed against his own.

Above him, and those trembling lips weeping: "Forgive me, my son! My son, forgive me!"

At that moment, he felt that everything in front of him was white from the inside out, while the outside world was as black as a crow.

The captured aromas condensed into a churning liquid, like milk boiling and foaming. This fragrant mist overwhelmed him.

It pressed against the inner walls of his body with unbearable pressure, yet he couldn't find an outlet. He wanted to escape, for...

He was acting out of divine intervention, but where could he escape to...? He wanted to blow himself apart to avoid suffocating. He finally collapsed.

He fell down and lost consciousness.

When he regained consciousness, he was lying in Lorre Richis's bed. Her body, clothes, and hair were already...

Remove it. A candle was lit on the bedside table. Through the half-open window, he could hear the distant cheers of the entire city celebrating.

A sound. Antoine Richis sat on a stool by the bed, watching over him. He placed Grenouille's hand in his own.

He stroked it.

Before opening his eyes, Grenouille checked his internal condition. He was calm and composed.

Something was boiling; nothing was oppressing him. In his heart, it was another ordinary cold night, a night he desperately needed.

In order to cool down his perception, to make it clear, and to direct it outward: there he smelled his own...

The fragrance. It has changed. The tips have become slightly weaker, so that the core of the lole scent, a soft...

The dark, shimmering flames were displayed even more beautifully. He felt safe. He

Knowing he would be safe from attack for several more hours, he opened his eyes.

Richis's gaze lingered on him. In that gaze lay boundless joy, tenderness, compassion, and...

A deep, vague, and ignorant affection.

He smiled, squeezed Grenouille's hand tighter, and said, "Everything will be alright now." (City government)

The verdict has been overturned. All witnesses have sworn not to testify. You are free. You can do whatever you want.

What? But I want you to stay with me. I lost a daughter, and I want to treat you like a son. You and her...

So alike. You're just as beautiful as her—your hair, your mouth, your hands… I've been holding you captive all this time.

Your hands, your hands are like her hands. If I look into your eyes, I feel as if she is looking into mine. You are her...

My brother, I wish you to be my son, my joy, my pride, and my heir. Your parents

Is he still alive?

Grenouille shook his head, while Richis's face flushed with happiness. "So, you're willing to be my..."

"Son?" he stammered, rising from his stool to sit on the edge of the bed, while reaching for his hand.

Renoir's other hand. "Do you want me to be your father? Do you want me to be your father? —Say what!"

Don't speak! Your body is too weak to speak, just nod!

Grenouille nodded. At that moment, Richis felt a happiness akin to red sweat beading from every pore; he turned towards…

Grenouille bent down and kissed his lips.

“Now go to sleep, my dear son!” he said as he stood up again. “I’ll stay by your side.”

"Watching you fall asleep." He gazed at him for a long time with a silent happiness, and said, "You make me so, so happy!"

Grenouille, imitating what he saw in smiling people, slightly parted the corners of his mouth. Then he closed his eyes.

His eyes. He waited a moment before his breathing became steady and deep, like that of a sleeping person. He sensed Richis.

His gaze lingered on his face. At one point, he noticed Richis lean down again, ready to kiss him, but then...

He stopped, afraid of waking him. Finally, the candle was blown out, and Richis tiptoed out of the room.

Grenouille lay in bed until he could no longer hear any sound from inside the house or the city. When he later awoke,

Daylight had broken. He dressed, left the room, tiptoed across the corridor, and quietly descended the stairs.

We passed through the living room onto the terrace. From here, one could see the city walls and the Grasse basin. The weather was clear.

From Langshi, one can also see the sea. At this time, a thin mist, or more precisely, a kind of vapor, shrouds the fields, and from that...

The scents of grass, dye water, and roses wafted by. Like something washed clean—pure, simple, and comforting. —Grey

Noye walked through the gardens and climbed over the city walls. On the tree-lined avenues, before reaching the open fields, he had to cross again...

A fog of people. The entire square and hillside resembled a giant, dilapidated military camp. Thousands upon thousands were drunk and unconscious.

People who had been out partying and indulging in debauchery were lying around, some naked, others...

Some people were half-naked, with the other half covered by clothes, and they crawled under the clothes as if hiding under a section of ceiling.

The air reeked of sour wine, spirits, sweat, urine, children's excrement, and burnt meat. It was everywhere.

Smoke rose from the stove, where they had once roasted meat, revelled, and danced. Amidst the snoring, an occasional indistinct utterance...

Clear voices and laughter filled the air. Perhaps some were still awake, desperately drinking in the last vestiges of their consciousness. But...

No one saw Grenouille, who carefully traversed the haphazardly lying bodies as if crossing a swamp.

He moved stealthily, yet with incredible speed. Even if someone saw him, they wouldn't recognize him. He no longer emitted a fragrance. Strange.

The trail had already passed. After reaching the end of the boulevard, he did not take the road leading to Grenoble and Karibush.

Instead, they crossed the fields and headed west without looking back. As the golden sun, seemingly coated with oil and scorching hot, rose...

When he awoke, he had vanished without a trace. The people of Grasse awoke uncomfortably from their drunken stupor. Even those who hadn't...

Those who have drunk alcohol also feel their heads are as heavy as lead, their stomachs are so upset they feel like vomiting, and their mood is bad. In the shade of trees...

On the main road, under the bright sunshine, honest farmers searched for the clothes they had taken off during their drunken revelry, and carefully...

The woman, searching for her husband and children, was startled when the complete stranger abruptly withdrew from the affectionate embrace.

Acquaintances, neighbors, and couples suddenly found themselves standing naked and disheveled, staring at each other in bewilderment, all under the cover of darkness.

Many people were horrified, confused, and bewildered by this experience, finding it contrary to their original beliefs.

Their moral compass was so diametrically opposed that they completely erased the event from their memory the moment it occurred.

Therefore, they truly couldn't recall it afterward. Others with impaired sensory organs tried to avoid it.

To ignore it, to not hear it, and to not think about it—but even that's not easy, because this humiliation is too obvious and too widespread. Who can find it?

Once you reach your belongings and family, leave immediately and quickly, as discreetly as possible. (Approximately...)

By noon, the square was deserted.