The night was quiet, and after a tiring day, I put myself in a large basin of hot water and relaxed myself in it. I have a habit of always putting on a little perfume after bathing and changing, as I did at work during the day, letting myself be silent in the faint smell of perfume and smelling the fragrance alone.

Today, as usual, I picked up the newly bought bottle of "poison" in front of me, lit a little on my wrist, and wondered, why is there no aroma today? I clicked a little bit more on the other hand, the same thing. I didn't have a cold or fever today, and my nose was blocked. Look at the perfume bottle in your hand again, it is just as round, and there are ...... in it Why is it all gone? I saw a whole bottle just now. I shivered and felt a chill down my spine, which reminded me of a novel I had read when I was in college, Perfume. In that case, a real perfume is a white cloth that wraps a young girl who has just died for twenty-four hours, from which a rare human scent is obtained, and this little bit of fragrance is collected to make a precious perfume.

I looked left, I looked right, and oh my God, I was alone in the computer room. I have white coats here, one after another. Suddenly I smelled a familiar aroma in my nose, which was the aroma of the "poison" I usually use. Look at the bottle in your hand again, it is still empty.

"You don't have to look, I'm standing by your side." A soft voice reached my ears.

"What?" I thought something was wrong with my ears, but suddenly someone in the empty computer room said to me, "Haunted!" I shouted, but it suddenly occurred to me that it was useless, I was alone, and no one could hear me shouting.

I plucked up my courage and asked, "Where are you?" "Since "Perfume" was invented by a foreigner, she should be able to understand English.

"I'm standing on your wrist, you can't see it, I'm transparent." Sweet Silk's words are like the "poison" of "Sweet Silk".

"Who are you? How do I get back into my computer room? "God, standing on my wrist, I can't see it yet, if she has a knife in her hand, won't my life be over?

"I am the girl who was killed, for thousands of years, I have been floating in all the laboratories where perfume is made, one day I was tired, so I stopped on the bottle that made this bottle of 'poison', one did not pay attention, and fell in, the mouth of the bottle was very slippery, today you released me, I should thank you well."

Want to thank me? How does it sound like I'm going to hell?

"How can you thank me?" I was half curious, but I asked.

"I'm going to turn you into a bottle of perfume!" After a burst of laughter, I saw a rainbow pass in front of my eyes and felt pain in my wrist. Within seconds, I saw something bright red coming out of my wrist. It's blood! Dizzy, I rushed to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and desperately rinsed the two perfumed wrists. The clear water changed from red to pale red, and then to clear water again. I had my long hair scattered, and I looked up at me in the mirror in front of me, my face pale, as if I had just been born with a serious illness. Wipe your hands dry and look at your wrists, there are no wounds! Intact! "Haunted!" I cursed in my heart. "I can't sleep well, but I came to find me!"

Back in front of the machine, I wrapped the empty bottle in layers of colorful wrapping paper and stuffed it into the bin!

A word of advice: Bottles and cans from the store, expose them to the sun for at least four hours!