And what Mr. Todd needs seems to be just a few fountains-fountains with a human neck.
A few bursts of blood from Lord Turpin's neck artery of London.
Only the blood in the aorta can spew so arrogantly. And only fifteen years of hatred, fifteen years of pain of losing a wife, loss of a daughter, and sorrow of despair, will let Mr. Todd, with the silver-plated razor in his hand, give a perfect performance.
Looking from the deck of the ship, London in the eighteenth century was so cloudy. In the same way, the melancholy stone is laid on Todd's forehead like a brick. The messy and vigorous secret hair heralds his sullen anger, and the deep eye shadow depicts his sentimental eyes.
Anthony: Nothing compares to London!
Mr.Todd: London can't compare to it! ! !
In this rancid place, cockroaches all over the floor, hungry and hungry, Todd's appearance did not seem to delight anyone.
Except for her-Mrs. Lovett.
"The young barber", "beautiful wife", "daughter", "Justice", "family separation" from Todd When these words out of his mouth, Mrs.Lovett say a name:
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When When Mr. Todd's gray and white face was covered with a dark mist, the widow's gloomy heart finally had a glimmer of light.
And this light was not extinguished until a second before she was pushed into the oven.
The set of razors that had been forgotten for many years flashed back into silver with Todd's strong desire for revenge and the help of the widow.
When the silver light illuminates the first person—the poor blackmailer’s neck, it keeps the cold light shining in the empty barber shop, shining on the second and third people... countless innocents Poor people forgotten in this city-they just want to experience the perfect time that the first barber in the city shaved; and this barber did shave them, and it was the "cleanest time", and The Perfect Time at the moment; but it belongs to Mrs. Lovett downstairs-because there is a whole piece of "Flesh Meat" on the shelf, the delicious pie is about to be baked, and the greedy taste of the citizens can't wait to pay the pound.
Perhaps it was the fire of revenge that polished the cold light of the razor even brighter, or the cold light added more dry wood to the fire of revenge in Todd's heart. The cold light finally dazzled so brightly that it dazzled Todd's dark eye sockets that were already dark.
Until he easily pierced the artery of the judge's deacon, until he buried the razor deeply into the judge's neck several times, his blinded heart still didn't know: I
don't know if the widow has exhausted all her efforts to give him the love and the future. Longing for life; I
don’t know that the "crazy woman" he just kissed with a knife was his once young and beautiful wife; I
don't know that he just raised the knife to kill the "boy" who witnessed his murder, is himself "a woman disguised as a man" "The daughter of fifteen years apart-because of Mrs. Lovett's scream, he did not start, but said "Forget my face" to her who had only met once.
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Looking at the neck of his wife who kissed his wife with a knife, the cold light of the razor seemed to finally dissipate from his eyes-but this awakening was caused by blood, by his wife's blood, and by his fifteen years of dreams. Worried, the blood of the wife who is lingering in the bottom of my heart is poured out to wake up.
"As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you", this sentence was in Mrs. Lovett's arms, in her ears, the promise made by the little boy was finally fulfilled——Five minutes after Mrs. Lovett was pushed into the oven—— After all, Mr. Todd did not go out for these five minutes. The boy waved his hand and Mr. Todd played a requiem for his wife with his own blood.
At this moment, you upstairs, do you smell the deliciousness from the pie shop again?
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