Strange smell
Weird smell.
I am responsible for everything, and you are responsible for nothing but concern — this must be the world’s greatest commitment.
I am responsible for everything, and you are responsible for nothing but concern — this must be the world’s greatest commitment.
When he passed by, Kim smelled something strange. It was an aggressive smell, similar to the manure that would be tanned in the hot sun, stenched with coarse acid, and a hard-on hit his smell nerve.
Kim knows it’s a dangerous smell.
The first time he smelled that smell was when he was 10. That winter, they moved a new pair of fathers and sons, a hotel cleaner with a son named Ray, the same age as Kim. At that time, Ray’s father always had this strange smell, and every time he passed by, Kim felt hept.
One day, at dusk, King and Ray sat down on the rocks and bet.
Kim said, “I just wrinkled my nose to know what you cook at night.” I’m sorry.
Ray didn’t believe it. He lived on the top floor, far from where they were. So King closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, and imagined that his nose would slowly become a soft tentacle, climbing a little bit on the windows of Ray’s house. Ray’s family doesn’t have any fragrance, but there’s a disgusting odour. This smell is not new, and it is the smell of dead people who used to be in the neighborhoods when they were in mourning.
Kim said to Ray, “Your family is dead. I’m sorry.
“Your family is dead.” I’m sorry.
In a short period of time, Rayko ‘ s father was arrested on suspicion of multiple murders and, because of the nature of the case, the police did not disclose the details, but many neighbours saw the bodies removed from his house.
After Ray’s father was arrested, King didn’t smell that weird smell again for a long time. He thought it was his own. Fifteen years later, he smelled that disgusting smell.
At that time, Kim became an anti-drug police officer who, with his extraordinary sense of smell, had repeatedly hated him. One day, a drug cartel sent a killer and cut off his nose.
The King always remembers the smell of the killer, the sour and the smell of the thunder’s father. However, the killer did not match his age or height with his father, who had already been executed. Is there still two people in this world with the same taste? Or is it not the smell of body, but the special smell of the killer?
The knife did not hurt the smell nerve of Kim but left him with a psychological shadow. As the threat of drug traffickers escalates, fear and insecurity erodes his soul, as does the wounds that quickly burst. Finally, at the age of 29, he was discharged from his home environment surveillance unit with an expensive fake nose and became a sniffer, with a daily stench.
On one occasion, the owners of a building complained that every morning at around 6 or 7 a.m., if there was a dead rat out of the window, they suspected that the chemical plant in the far suburbs had been contaminated, and that the company sent Kim to investigate, and that was the third time that he had smelled that weird smell.
At the time, the man with the strange smell was on the same elevator as Kim, and he had a pale and elegant skin, and even in the face of a stranger, he showed a friendly and loving smile, but the sour smell on him had already ripped his cover. When the man came out of the elevator, Kim immediately called the police.
Indeed, the police found in the men ‘ s house a number of imprisoned young girls with little or no complete skin, with knives and burns all over them, most of which were pulsed in depth and smelled badly. The house was very closed, but every morning, when men opened their windows for ventilation, nearby residents smelled bad.
After several years of work in the environmental monitoring sector, Kim became tired of living in the system and jumped to a superstar hotel to find sources that could cause displeasure to the guests, a task that, while also focused on “smelting” it was much easier than in the environmental monitoring sector.
Today, the unmistakable King only wants to live a quiet life, even if he can smell something suspicious from time to time. He can ignore the bar waiter, who often wears a small bag of drugs, or pretends not to smell the blood of the gentleman who lives in the presidential suite, or even flirts with Miss Sanctuary, who stinks of corpses, just as he has decided to ignore the strange smell of nightmares.
His Excellency forced himself not to look back in his neck. He did not want to know who the man with the strange smell was, nor did he want to know his dirty secrets. He is not a superhero. No one in the world is waiting for him to be punished, and no one is worth saving.
The night of the first spring was still filled with winter colds, and the golden lord dilated his head and buried his nose in the vertical collar, the faster he walked. It’s like a gruesome fog that he leaves behind. It was then that the night wind came from behind, and he suddenly smelled another smell, similar to that of the recently cut lawn, with a plain and fresh scent.
King hesitated for a few seconds and finally turned around.
The strange man who swiped his shoulder was standing at the crossroads like a red light. At the moment, the green light was on and the young girl standing next to him was bowing his head and pulling his head over the zebra line. The strange man looked up a little bit at the dark night sky and followed her by heart.
The King no longer hesitates, he marches to the crossroads.
There is no one in the world worth saving, except her — the little girl who melted him into a clear water.
In the rain, the King only heard her classmates call her that, but he was not sure if it was either. He took both words as her own and kept them in his heart.
The rain passed through the zebra line, and the cell phone was put into the pocket of the pants, and it entered the subway station at a slow pace, and it set foot on the metro into the town. His Highness did not know why she had not come home so late, nor what she was doing in the city, but fortunately, the dangerous man had lost his trail after entering the subway station and the strange smell had disappeared.
Thank God he thought she was being watched!
After a little relief, Kim sat across the street from her head, and left her light on her fine wrist. He enjoyed the time of the moment, in the mysterious night, on the flying subway, the billboards that were flashing out the windows and the rarely fallen passengers in the cars were all decorated on the background plates, and he himself became nothing but her and her sweet scent in the world.
The rain twitched the trigger and accidentally looked at the King, and his head fell even lower, as if he had done something wrong. Although he felt that he had fallen in his breast, it was hard to say that he secretly liked a girl like that.
The young Emperor Kim was a famous drug hero in the police force, when he had a bright and promising future and had been favoured by many girls. At that time, he also had a couple of relationships, which unfortunately all ended without a disease, because he had a near pathological habit of cleaning women.
He could not tolerate the smell of them, such as a new sanitary towel in the future, or a new underwear in a day, or a flow of air coming out of the stomach when he spoke, even if it was the most beautiful woman, which could not be seen by ordinary people, but was, in the eyes of Kim, an incomprehensible dirty smell.
Kim likes girls. She likes girls who are 12 or 3 years old, clean and energetic. He liked their fine arms, their legs, and the smell of life. But he has never thought of them as a blasphemous or impurity. He is like a devout guardian of flowers who knows only the love of flowers and the protection of them, and who knows no part of them, even though he will not let them perceive their existence.
The King has slightly adjusted his seat and continues to enjoy the joy of the rain on his heart. And suddenly, that weird smell came back and closer. He looked up and saw only the man who was coming slowly from the next car and sitting at random in an empty seat next to the rain.
She looked up at the man and kept looking into the phone. Right, that smell of snivelling, only the Queen of Jin, whose sense of smell is so sensitive, can’t be detected at all.
At this moment, Kim is scrambling the man, with dark skin and dark eyes, sitting on the right side of his legs, with his right finger slamming on his thigh, as if he was carrying a heavy heart. His eyes are on his hands, his fingers are long, his nails are finely trimmed, but he doesn’t know how evil these seemingly clean hands are.
He’s a professional killer? Or a murderer? Or is it a deep-seated professional killer? His Highness was not aware of these details, and in fact he had very limited knowledge of the strange smell and only knew that the people who possessed it were dangerous.
It will be recalled that, in the past, during special training at the Police Academy, Kim had to smell hundreds of different tastes every day and to be able to identify their sources with precision. Over the years, he thought he could discern the smell of anything, but in the face of it he had no idea where it came from.
“You…” And then suddenly the man took a tap on the shoulder of the rain, and put it down.
Kim stood up and was about to find an excuse to stop him from talking to the rain, but saw the man suddenly looking nervously at the two passengers next to him and then headed for the other car.
Two passengers next to Kim jumped and threw the man on the floor.
“Police! “The two passengers drank and put handcuffs on the man.
At this very moment, Kim was surprised to find out that the strange smell of men had suddenly disappeared! Yes, very suddenly, without any ordinary gas, the process of dispersing, in a moment, completely disappeared!
The man was blinded with his face and he cried out: “I was wrong, I was wrong!” But I’ve just been thinking about it. Think it’s against the law?”
“Imagine? Is it your imagination to have bottles full of teeth in your basement? Did you imagine the victims of your brutal removal of their teeth? I’m sorry.
Another policeman said, “This guy doesn’t want to go through with it as a psychopath.” I’m sorry.
At that point, the subway arrived and the police twisted the man out of the car.
The rain kept the three men disappearing in sight, and then it came back to grab the phone and set up a number, and he said, “Oh, my God! That was exciting! Do you remember the perverts who kidnapped young women and pulled out all their teeth? I’m sorry.
“Mmm-mmm! They don’t know what they said on the phone, noding their heads like pecking rice, “Yes, those women wake up in the wild and have no memory of what happened!” Mmm-hmm! Many people are disfigured by tearing out their teeth. She took a deep breath, and she had a first-born calf who was not afraid of the tiger. He says my teeth are beautiful! I’m sorry.
“No lie! “He’s been taken by two plainclothes and you’ll see the news!” Oh, yeah, I’m still taking pictures. It’s so exciting! Wait! We’ll talk! I’m sorry.
The rain hangs the phone and the light of excitement still shines in the eyes. But King’s mood is a bit lost, so who is this little elf with little arms and legs going to meet? Is it a young man as young as she is? Is it jealous of the feeling of a little envious, a little dark and a little unsatisfied? If so, then is this an untimely jealousy, a blasphemy?
The King closes his eyes, and in the future he will be able to clean up the bad mood and smell the strange smell again — as it just disappeared, it appeared again!
The subway continues to run in deep tunnels, and Kim sits in the bench in a stupendous position, gradually gushing out of his heart. For more than three decades, his life had been in the throes of an extraordinary sense of smell, having encountered many criminals and many dangers, but he had never been so afraid.
This deep fear of bone marrow stems from ignorance of the enemy.
At this moment, the smell is still floating in the car. It is not the smell of the father of the thunder, nor the smell of the murderer, nor the smell of the toothpicker. It is not the smell of anyone, it is it, independent, intellectual, and it exists without anyone.
It can’t see, it can’t touch, it stinks like a rotting ghost and wanders around in the car.
His Highness has never experienced such a supernatural event.
What is it? The dead? Is it a demon or an invisible man? Or some kind of high-tech experiment? The King cannot judge, but he knows that it is filled with malice, and it is not a good thing.
The King has focused all his attention on the sense of smell, closely following this strange smell and trying to find its purpose. There were not many passengers in the car, and the rain was poking and poking on the screen of the mobile phone, probably with tweets or tweets, and seven or eight passengers, except for her, were tiring in their seats, either in a coma or in a nap.
The strange smell wandered around in the car, and ended up standing next to a middle-aged woman for a moment, and it became woven with that woman’s body. Had it not been for the “seen” of the whole process, the King would have mistakenly thought it was the woman who spreads the strange smell, not the strange smell.
At this point, the mid-aged woman, who was asleep, slowly opened her eyes, passed a yawn, slowly pulled a nail knife out of her handbag. Her fingernails were originally short and her nails had just crossed the tip of her fingernails, but she did not seem satisfied that the nails were embedded deep in the nails, cutting half the nails with one cut, and then lifting the remaining nails.
The people who were sitting next to her were screaming out, and the other passengers were standing far away, and the rain covered their eyes, but were still curiously peeking through their fingers.
It’s only two or three minutes before a middle-aged woman pulls all her nails off. On the floor of the metro, there was blood all over the floor, but she wouldn’t stop, and she murmured, “I’ve wanted to try this feeling…” while continuing to cut the fingernails with a fingernail knife.
A passenger had already called the police, and the staff had dragged the woman off the train just after the next stop. Just as soon as she got off, the strange smell disappeared from her. It was as if she had just woke up from a nightmare, and she cried hysterically: “I only occasionally thought of hurting myself, and I never thought of doing it. O pain! Help!”
The subway was restarted, with two staff members remaining to clean the ground and passengers moving to the cars on both sides. The rain shudders with a small chest, shaking all the way towards the last car in the back. His Excellency Kim had intended to follow her to sit next to her, but there were only two or three people in the car, and if he was too close to her, he would inevitably be suspicious, so he was sitting in the nearest seat of the next car, where she could be seen and not brought to her attention, and would be able to come up and protect her first in a critical situation.
Two more stations of the subway were available in the centre of the city, and Kim only wanted her to get out of the car early and reach her destination. Because after leaving a middle-aged woman, the smell was stuck in the subway, it seemed to be looking for the next target.
Had the rain not been in the subway, he would have fled, and he would never have had any positive contact with it, because he had no idea what to do with it.
It’s getting closer.
It was attached to the passengers one by one, like a woman who was in the street, and tried with great patience to wear every dress she saw until the most appropriate one was found.
It was attached to a young man in a suit, and then the sleeping young man suddenly pulled out his cell phone and set up a number and yelled, “What’s the matter with me? Why are you the boss and I’m just a working man? Do you know that every time I look at you at work in a limo, I want to scold you? What? I’m crazy? Yes, I’m trying to make money for you because I’m crazy. I’m sorry.
The young man hung up the phone badly, and at the moment he left him, his body shuddered, and he started to cry on the floor: “How dare I quit?
Later on, it was possessed by a middle-aged man wearing glasses, and then suddenly the man with the letter took off his pants in public, showing his hairy thighs and pink lace shorts; and then it was possessed by a fat woman, and she immediately became a girl with a broken heart, slapped her partner in the face, and he kept yelling at her in the mouth: “It’s also a woman. Why are you prettier than me? I’m sorry.
Kim suddenly realized what he was looking for!
It’s looking for an evil thing that deserves to stay, an evil idea that excites it, like the hatred of women hidden in the heart of Ray’s father, like the desire for blood among professional killers, like the passion for teeth by the tooth-picking maniac, and it’s looking for someone who has a dirty secret, and then inspires their soul’s desire to control their minds and bodies.
It is a catalyst for evil, a parasite of desire, and it is in this dark tunnel patiently seeking the best host.
It’s coming! In front of him, he was not aware of the illusion that it was even touching his false nose. At that point, the subway arrived at the station, and King held his breath and coughed twice with his mouth covered, so he came out of the subway calmly. Fortunately, the smell didn’t follow, and it remained in the subway.
Kim turned around and looked carefully for its trail, and it was slowly drifting towards the last car, where there was only one man in the rain! Yeah! Isn’t that why he got into this mess to protect the rain? And now, how could he leave her behind?
At the moment when the metro gate was about to close, Kim ran into the last car and blocked the border between the two cars. Strange smell doesn’t seem interested in him, trying to bypass him. But he’s left, he’s left, he’s right, he’s right, and he’s probably pissed off, and he’s got it all in his body.
Kim sat gently across from the rain.
In fact, he prefers to sit next to her, immersed in her fragrance, and can rub her in the legs or ankles while the subway moves, but he is afraid to do so and does not want her to notice herself.
“Hello? “The rain stood up as she answered the phone, and her body swayed like a soft willow. Kim swallowed her mouth and spitted in her heart like a fire, tried to take her thin and vibrant body and put it in her closet like a doll.
“All right, I know. We’re meeting soon. What’s your hurry? “It’s raining while talking on the phone and walking out of the subway, and Kim is not far behind her.” I don’t know why, when the rain calls, it makes him angry.
Shit! Isn’t a girl like that supposed to stay home and sleep? Why would she wander in the middle of the night? Who’s she talking to? Who’s the guy she’s meeting?
Jealousy and anger fill his mind and he followed the rain all the way out of the subway station.
When the wind of the night broke out, the Emperor shivered, and suddenly realized that he was spreading that gruesome smell, he understood everything. He forced himself to stop and to look at the rain and jump across the road and disappear at the corner of the night.
After a moment on the street, Kim returned to the subway station. He was only distracted, and his mind was filled with delusions. It’s not the first time he’s been following the rain, he knows where she lives, he knows where she reads, he knows where she likes to stay, and he can kidnap her whenever he wants.
Kidnapped? No! He can’t hurt her!
Hurt her? No! No! It’s not just her. There’s so many smelly little girls in the world waiting for him. He’s gonna buy a big farm, plant them in the garden, immerse them in a happy fragrance every day!
No, no, no! How could he have such an evil idea?
The King has turned his head, and he has realized that he is not an opponent at all, and that one day he will become a slave to it, freeing his heart from the evils of strangeness and fear which he himself feels, and which will destroy everything he has protected!
And he tightened his fist and said to himself, “I came here to protect her.” I would never hurt her! I’m sorry.
The King looked forward to seeing the subway flashing its headlights into the station, and he took a deep breath and suddenly pushed the next person out of the way and jumped into the rail.
Blood spills out like a red rain.
Kim remembers that the day he arrived in the city, it rained. In the rain, he dragged a heavy suitcase. In fact, his suitcase contained an umbrella, but it didn’t matter if he was depressed, filled with despair, umbrellas or not, rain or not, alive or dead.
It was on that day that the rain stood by him with a transparent umbrella of flowers.
“Uncle, where are you going? Shall I take you? Otherwise I have nothing to write in my diary today. She was wearing a fat yellow rain slipper, and when she lifted her feet, she saw her wet ankle, and she raised her arms up high and put the umbrella over his head. At that moment, he suddenly smelled the fragrance of the world…
So she went into a fancy hotel, and she was sitting in the lobby of the hotel, and she came up at once, and said, “What took you so long that you said you were going to pick you up? If something happened to you, my aunt would scold me.” I’m sorry.
And the lemon murmured with her arms, and said, “Beware, my cousin, did I not stand right before you? Ah, yes! I show you something exciting.” I’m sorry.
“What’s so exciting? “Customs said:
“Big Tooth! “I can’t wait to pull out the phone, turn out the photo in the photo album.” Pattooth! I’m sorry.
He’s so handsome! “Customs turned their phone around, and later she pointed to another picture.” Who is this man? What a strange nose!”
He looked at it and said, “Oh, this is the old man who was sitting across from me on the subway, and I found his nose so strange that he was sneaking it down. Hey, have you seen me tweet? How many tweets? She deleted the photo of Kim.
The lemon feather will never know what the man in that photo did and paid for her on this seemingly ordinary night; much less she knows that her name in that person’s heart is the rain.
She does not know anything, nor does she need to know that it is enough for her to live in peace and happiness, and that is the entire wish of His Majesty.
As for the weird smell?
It’s still wandering around looking for the next host. No one knows exactly what it is, where it comes from, because the only person who can sense its existence is no longer there.
[END]
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
