Everything under the camera has the beauty of oil painting, even if it is death, the scene of death will also have beauty, but when it comes to the plot, how beautiful it is, there is more disgust and hatred for the male protagonist who caused this picture.
You can say that the male protagonist is obsessed with fragrance for the sake of art, for the ultimate dream in his heart, but to me, this is just a story of a murderer with a strange and interesting taste. Not only is he not handsome, but the stalking of girls and even the subsequent molestation is very obscene and disgusting.
I still can't imagine how good the taste of something mixed with human epidermal secretions will be, think about the stains on the skin, sweat, parasites, suspicious objects dropped from the environment... I don't think the male protagonist kills them. The corpse was cleaned first, but was directly wiped... so that the scene of the group carnival was like a collective hysteria.
So at the end of the play, seeing the final ending of the male protagonist is inexplicably ironic: what I chase will eventually destroy myself, and what I care about has already been destroyed by myself at the beginning.
It's not a pity to die, because I care more about the lives of those innocent girls withering like flowers.
PS But all the employers of the male protagonists have died unexpectedly, which is simply a darling halo.
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