the castration plan

Chapter 22

Eight years ago, at the border between Romania and Moldova in Southeast Europe, there was a small town of Folgandros.

It was a summer night, dark and damp.Two young people, one in front and one in the back, walked under the red cliffs covered with juniper in the deep mountains.

They seemed to be arguing about something, and the man in the white shirt said: "Our work is very meaningful. Because the most important thing in the law is to maintain fairness and justice, not just to determine the validity of the contract."

"So, Assistant Lawyer Lu? You want to emphasize that we deserve to travel thousands of miles to do the hard work that is not written in the contract, right?" A perfume patent dispute case that can’t be solved at all, and go to such a deep mountain and old forest to dig raw materials? Is this what a lawyer should do? There is no fucking way to win this case, I’m going back to my hometown!”

"I believe in my client, Mr. Jacques. As long as we find evidence of the growth of jade hummingbirds here, we can prove the originality of the work for him." Lu He walked forward alone, "This is the relationship between me and you The difference. You just want to cut your losses, and I want to win big."

Capricorn prayed in a hypocritical tone: "Goddess Judithia protects you from being eaten by crocodiles."

Politeness is a strategy that smart people come up with to keep a distance from stupid people. Lu He never makes mistakes.

So, he ignored all the sarcasm and buried himself halfway up the mountain.

As soon as the flashlight was shining, he suddenly saw a deep hole formed by the depression in the ground. Among the animal bones, brains, reddish-brown hair and flesh and blood, there was a young boy wearing a black rubber soft hat.

His eyes were wrapped with old yellow gauze, his thin and pointed ribs were turned out, and two big holes were poked out of his felt-like jacket. The dark mud set off his dull and pale gums, and there were many cold spots on his back. The panicked spider squirmed downward.

"Fuck me?" Wang Jie exclaimed, looking around, "Is this child dead? Is it a ghost?"

But after Lu He called a few times, he jumped down involuntarily, picked up the boy in one hand, and climbed up with one hand.

The summer air was moving fast, and Alpha's pheromone was extremely strong, which made the semi-conscious teenager scream violently, like a hysterical whippet, whose nails scratched Lu He's palms, chest and back.

The mud and rocks after the heavy rain were very sticky and slippery, and the boy was struggling desperately, making it even more difficult to climb back.

Wang Jie gloated, folded his arms and laughed for a while, then slowly threw the leather rope down.

Lu He broke off a bunch of purple-black fruit balls. The whole plant of this lantana plant is poisonous, and it has a strong fishy smell after being crushed. A little bit of white milk will irritate a large area of ​​redness and swelling on the skin.

Then, he covered a large leaf on the back of his neck, and the gland the size of half a pigeon egg immediately had a severe inflammatory reaction, and the secretion of pheromones was chaotic, which was equivalent to a jar of temporary homemade inhibitors.

The piercing pain made Lu He frowned and sweated profusely.Fortunately, the boy finally calmed down and was carried back to the camp smoothly.

Jacques hurried over: "Wait, this kid is an Omega?"

The pheromones of this young man are like a colorful spring carpet woven with countless precious flowers. The sea-like fragrance almost engulfs the entire city. He is definitely a beautiful Omega like a god of love.

But this thin, dying body was no longer visible.His back was covered with small red blisters that ruptured and flowed out watery pus, swollen into boils that split open like a crater, spewing out blood with yellow mucus, like a decaying corpse, not a single bit characteristics of living organisms.

"Yes, it is very likely that he has been abused, so he is very afraid of Alpha's pheromone. You go back and rest, Mr. Jacques, I will take care of you here." Lu He frowned, gently licking his face with a cool handkerchief Wipe off the sweat and blood for him, "I suspect he escaped from an underground auction house. As far as I know, Folgandros is a famous human trafficking center in Eastern Europe."

Lu He didn't sleep all night. He fed the medicinal wine into his mouth with a spoon, soaked his feet with long toes in the water, and scrubbed the boy from head to toe with sweet almond oil soap until Bai Xue The bright red blood vessels under the thin skin are clearly visible.

The teenager started to suffer from high fever and delirium, his jelly-like mouth moved to one side, murmuring in difficult language.

In a trance, he felt someone clipping his fingernails and toenails, cleaning his teeth with finely-washed dolomitic lime, taking off his damp dark moccasins and putting on beautiful black ones with buckles. leather shoes.The sausage and cheese were cut into bite-sized cubes, and his stomach had been fed on wild roots for too long since it had been lucky enough to digest the food of modern society.

It's strange that someone has been holding him, and his smell is so reassuring.

It was a holy day, and he had never felt so safe, and it pulled back and freed his loneliest magnetic pole more and more violently.Even if the outside world burned, he couldn't feel it in this embrace.

He began to cry silently, he didn't know who to thank for his happiness.The last time he was wrapped in such a beautiful package by An Ran was the last time his mother sent him a birthday present—a beautiful new bicycle, kissing his forehead in the setting sun.

"Bermuel?" Jacques said worriedly, "You've remembered what happened in the small town of Folgandros again, right? Lu has a sense of responsibility and justice, and I also admire his kindness regardless of rich or poor, race or country. It's a quality I've hardly ever seen in anyone else."

Baymuir shook his head vigorously, pulling himself out of the memory kill.

But thinking of the Assistant Lawyer Lu Da who just graduated from university, he couldn't help laughing.

Lu He in his youth was a perfect idealist, full of determination and enthusiasm, and he was the best attacker or debater among college students in the country who could make the opponent so angry that the adrenaline rushes.In the court trial, he was so red-faced for the so-called justice that he didn't even bother to look at the judge's face.Such a flesh-and-blood image of stunned youth is not as lacking in warmth and realism as it is now.

At that time, Baymuir was really an out-and-out brat.For example, when he was thirsty in the middle of the night, he often ran to the parking lot, pumped out a handful of rust-smelling water, drank it greedily, puffed up his cheeks and made a demonic puffing sound as he swallowed .

But even so uncultivated as he was, he knew how to hold his breath and be absolutely still when he hid behind that fluffy white-lilac-blossoming bush.

Because Lu He often sits on a round stone under the moonlight, reading alone, like a mountain that is sometimes silent.Countless celestial bodies in the nebula shone brightly, as if Bamuir was secretly looking into his pupils.

"I like to listen to any word you say, and I like to look at every look of your eyes." The diary's pen is frozen, and the ink is also dry. The simple Semitic language only allows Bemuir to speak so crudely. Record his first love.

Besides, Lu He is more than just a savior. Without him, it would be impossible for Bemuir to be known by Jacques.

Bemuir is full of genius, his young nose is as sharp as a scalpel, and he can distinguish every exquisite molecule in the air with its individuality. The stench, the caustic smell of the tannery, even the tumors on fat women in churches.

While stationed at Folgandros, Jacques taught him how to make tinctures, distilled liniments, infusions and essences by hand. Jacques said that perfumers are not mass-produced chemists, and learning these all-encompassing ancestral knowledge will exercise your intuition and gradually clear your mind.

Baymuir was hardworking.He gets up early at 05:30 every day, melts lard and butter into a creamy liquid in a large pot, pours in a lot of fresh flowers, and stirs it with a tool as long as a broom. On a coarse sieve, remove debris before adding new flowers.While waiting for the essential oils to settle, there are odd jobs such as distilling lavender, splitting ambergris tubers with a kitchen knife, rubbing violet roots into crumbs with a bed of marshmallows, and impregnating the crumbs with the finest alcohol.

When he fell asleep at one o'clock, his arms were as heavy as lead, and his hands were covered with old warts.

Later, when he appeared in front of Lu He again, he was already that blond, fair-skinned, tall top perfumer, an angel cast in a beautiful mold.But that face that became more proud with the passage of time, in front of the man he had a crush on in the past, even made his hair tremble slightly with nervousness.

However, that day.

"Let me introduce, this is Mr. Lu."

The elder sister held the arm of the person he missed day and night, smiling sweetly.