Chapter 48 werewolf

Down the slopes of Picardy, in the Forest of Foss-le-Pouse, lived a very handsome wolf, with big red eyes and black fur.The wolf's name was Deni.His favorite pastime was watching the cars from Ville-du-Frère revving up the gleaming steep slopes.Occasionally, a shower would cast the tea-blue reflections of the big trees on the steep slopes.It also likes to wander in the undergrowth on summer nights, hoping to catch those lovers busy untiing the elastic bands horizontally and vertically—unfortunately, in our age, underwear is full of such thing.It observes the results of these efforts with a philosophical attitude.Sometimes it can be untied; when the passive party is half-pushed, as the saying goes, it gets into the game, and it shakes its head and walks away in embarrassment.Deni comes from a family and is a well-bred wolf who usually only eats grass and blue hyacinths; in autumn, he adds some selected mushrooms, and in winter, he sometimes grabs a few bottles from the company's yellow delivery truck. The milk is just enough to drink.It hates the smell of milk, and its stomach is really wronged during the period from November to February of the next year, so it's no wonder that it complains.

There is nothing wrong with Denis and his neighbors, because they don't know that there is such a neighbor at all, and this is all because of his cautious nature.Many years ago, a gold prospector dug a small cave here, and Denis lives in this cave now.The hopeless gold seeker, a life of bad luck, realized in the end that he would never come across the "yellow basket" (Louis Bussner, author of the late nineteenth century, author " Robinson of Guyana and The Pirates of the Golden Field, etc.), so I decided to dig at least some holes in this pleasant climate in my later years, so that even if I got nothing, I could live through that kind of life. Inexplicable addiction.Denis made himself a comfortable hiding place in the cave.Year after year, over time, the hole is filled with car wheel covers, nuts and other decorations that it picked up on the road where traffic accidents often occur.It loves machinery, enjoys looking at its exhibits, and dreams of being able to equip a workshop one day.It uses four aluminum alloy rods to support a box cover, which can be used as a table; an old Amilcar car is rolled on a thick French plane tree, and it uses several leather chairs on the car to form a bed. He made a pair of luxurious frames out of two tires, and hung the portraits of his long-missed parents in the frames.All these decorations, together with the more ordinary household items collected by the gold prospector, are quite suitable.

On a beautiful night in August, Deni took small steps after dinner.The full moon sprinkled the clear light on the leaves, outlining the patchwork shadows on the ground.Under the bright moonlight, Denis' eyes radiated the pleasing jewel luster of Albois wine.As it neared the end of its usual walk near the oaks, it accidentally bumped into the Siamese warlock (whose real name was Étienne Pample) and the brunette Lisette Gashu.She was a waitress at the Grüner Hotel, who had been tricked into the forest of Foss-le-Pauze by a sorcerer.For the first time Lisette wears the brand new "Ebséchon" (the word means to entangle) corset.It was this small detail—it took the Siamese warlock six hours to tear her underwear—that led to the story of Denis meeting them late at night.

It deserves Denis's bad luck, the situation is extremely unfavorable to it: it was already midnight, and the Siamese warlock was very irritable; donkey ears, wolf's foot poles and white rabbits (three kinds of plants imagined by the author.) were growing very luxuriantly around.These three plants have been indispensable in recent times whenever there has been a strange wolf-changing phenomenon - or biting wolf phenomenon, as we will read about in a moment.The Siamese warlock was very annoyed because Denis was killed on the way; in fact, Denis was cautious and had already apologized and walked away, but Lisette did not fulfill the wish of the warlock. Wanting to get out, he pounced on the innocent wolf and bit it hard on the shoulder.Deni screamed in pain and ran away.When he returned to the cave, he felt so tired that he fell into a deep sleep. He couldn't sleep well all night.

This encounter, it gradually forgot.Day by day, more or less the same.Autumn is here, and the high tides of September have the curious property of turning the leaves red.Deni's stomach is full of toadstools, boletes, and sometimes he eats the hard-to-see plate mushrooms on the trays, but avoids the indigestible bugloss like the plague.Now, in the evening, the tourists in the grove quickly disappeared.Denis went to bed early.However, he didn't seem to be resting well, having nightmares at night and waking up with sticky mouth and limp limbs.Even its enthusiasm for mechanics has waned.Sometimes in broad daylight, it seems to be in a dream, pinching a ball of yarn with one paw and wiping the gray-green brass parts weakly.It is getting worse and worse at rest, and because I can't find the reason, I feel very puzzled.

One night when the moon was in the sky, it suddenly woke up from a dream, with a fever and shivering from the cold.It rubbed its eyes, it didn't know why it was so hot and cold, it wanted to find a light.It hooks up the beautiful headlights in no time.It had been picked up from an overturned Mercedes a few months earlier.Dazzling lights illuminate every corner of the cave.It stumbled to the rearview mirror hanging from the dresser.What surprised it was that it stood up on its hind feet—but when its eyes fell on its own face, it was even more surprised: in the small round mirror, facing it was a picture A strange, white and hairless face, only the pair of beautiful ruby ​​​​eyes reminded people of its true colors.It howled indistinctly, and looked towards its body, only then did it understand the root of the bone-piercing cold.Its plump black fur was gone, and in front of the mirror stood an unsightly figure—just like the ones it used to laugh at about their clumsy way of having sex.

Without further ado, Denis ran to the big box, in which all kinds of clothes he had picked up from traffic accidents in the past were scattered in it.It instinctively picked out an elegant white-striped gray-and-white suit, paired with a wood-coloured shirt and a Bordeaux tie.As soon as he put on his clothes—it surprised even himself that he managed to get so well dressed—he felt much more comfortable on him, and his teeth stopped chattering.Then his frantic eyes fell on a little pile of black furs scattered about the bed.It laments its lost looks. It managed to calm itself down and try to consider its situation.It has acquired a lot of knowledge from the books it has read before, and things seem to be quite clear: the Siamese warlock is a werewolf, and it Denis has just been transformed into a human after being bitten by a werewolf.

Its first feeling was horror at the thought that it would have to enter a strange world.What dangers to run in the midst of crowds!Thinking of the day and night, day and night, futile struggles of the drivers on the Picardy slopes, it already had a taste of the symbolism of that cruel life.And this kind of life, whether it is happy or not, must be lived.So it thought about it.If the words in the book are not deceiving, its time to become human will be short.So, why not take this opportunity to take a trip to town?Speaking of this, it should be admitted that at this moment the big wolf remembered some scenes vaguely seen in the woods, and it aroused a completely different reaction from the past.It accidentally stuck out its tongue and licked its lips, only to find that it was still as sharp as before.It carefully scrutinized its own appearance in front of the rearview mirror.Its appearance was not as ugly as it feared.It opened its mouth and found that the palate was still jet-black, and the ears were perhaps still a little longer and a little hairy.But the features it saw in the small spherical mirror—the oval face, the dull complexion, the white teeth—seemed to be well-groomed among those it had seen.In short, since the momentum has become riding a tiger, it is best to follow the trend and plan for the future.Its cautious habits lead it to find a pair of sunglasses before heading out.When necessary, wear it to block the red light flashing in the eyes.He also took a raincoat, put it on his arm, and walked decisively to the door.In a little while he was at the side of the road, taking a light suitcase with him, and sucking in the morning air, which seemed to have no fragrance.A car drove over from a distance, and it gave a decisive thumbs up.It picked a car in the direction of Paris.It knows from daily experience that cars seldom stop when climbing, but usually stop when going downhill. Because of the principle of gravity, the car is easy to start when going downhill.An unhurried man saw its graceful demeanor and quickly settled it comfortably to the right of the driver.It opened its fiery eyes and looked at the strange world.Twenty minutes later, it got off at Opera Square.It was a sunny day, and the bustling traffic was kept within the limits of traffic jams.Denis stepped boldly into the middle of the crosswalk and onto the avenue leading to the Scriber Hotel.It asked for a room with a bathroom and a living room, handed the box to the waiter, and immediately went to the street to buy a bicycle.

The morning seemed to be spent in a dream.Deni's eyes were dazzled, and he didn't know where to ride his bicycle.Deep down, he felt a vague longing to find a wolf to bite him.But it thinks that it is not easy to find a victim, and it is better not to be too much influenced by what is written in those treatises.He knows that if he is lucky, he can get close to the animals in the botanical garden, but he saves this opportunity for when his body is overwhelmed.The new bike has its full attention.This nickel-plated thing charmed him, and not only that, but he depended on it when he returned to the nest.

At noon, Deni left the car at the door of the hotel.The gatekeepers thought it was a bit strange, but they didn't even dare to fart when they saw Deni's well-dressed clothes, especially with such a pair of ruby ​​eyes.Denis was in a good mood and started looking for a restaurant.It found a neat, unobtrusive restaurant.There are too many people, and it is still not used to it.Although it has a wide range of knowledge, it is still worried that there will be some rusticity in its behavior.It was looking for a seat with few people, and the waiter hurried over to greet it. How did Denis know that the restaurant seemed so quiet, but this day was the day of the monthly meeting of the Scheffner Rampolidan Club.So when it was halfway through eating, it suddenly saw a group of lively, fine-skinned and white-fleshed gentlemen rushing in.They occupied seven four-seat tables at once.Suddenly seeing this group of diners, its face darkened.As expected, the foreman came to the table politely.

"I'm very sorry, sir," said the smooth-jawed man, "but would you do me the honor of having that young lady come and dine at your table?" Denis glanced at the young lady, his face relaxed. "I'm very happy." It bowed and said. "Thank you, sir." The stunner's voice sounded like a musical, a musical, to be exact. "If you thank me," continued Denis, "what shall I do?" The implication was, of course, who to thank. "That's probably thanks to God." Wonderful Man said. She let the handbag slide, and Denis grabbed it before it hit the ground. "Hi!" she exclaimed, "what an extraordinary reaction you have." "Oh!" Denis agreed. "Your eyes are extraordinary, too," she added five minutes later, "reminiscent of . . . " "Huh?" Denis said. "Garnet." She finally remembered. "It's war," Denis said. "I do not understand what you were saying……" "I mean," Denis went on to explain, "that I thought you were going to mention rubies, but when you said garnets, I deduced rationing, and immediately I deduced war from causality." "Are you from the Political Science Institute?" said the frivolous brunette. "When you come out, you don't want to go back." "I think you are very attractive," said the woman flatteringly.This kind of girl often loses her virginity, we say it privately. "I'd say you too," said Denis flatteringly. It and she both left the restaurant.The slut told the werewolf that she had a nice room at the nearby "Money Squeeze Inn". "Go, look at my Japanese stamp (stamp can refer to postage stamps, but it also means a pattern on the body.) Go." She whispered in Deni's ear. "Aren't you afraid of being seen?" asked Denis. "Won't your husband, your brother, or some other relation of yours be offended?" "I'm an orphan, so to speak," she whimpered, squeezing a tear with a pointed forefinger. "What a pity!" said her pretty companion politely. When it came to the hotel with her, it seemed that the staff were particularly absent-minded, so many drowsy red velvet curtains, which were very different from the hotel where it stayed.But, going upstairs, he saw the beauty's stockings, and then her calves.It wanted to see more, and let her go up the six stairs first, and only after it had seen enough, it hurriedly followed. The antics of the thought of committing adultery with a woman did make it hesitate, but thinking of the Forest of Foss-le-Pousse removed its hesitation.It immediately finds itself practicing what it has seen.The beauty kept wanting to yell, and she wanted to use her yelling to explain that she was as comfortable as a cloud, and the honest Denis had no experience in the affairs of the court, and he didn't understand her tricks at all. It had just woken from a state that resembled a stupor - a taste quite different from what it had experienced before - when it heard a bell ringing.It sat up and saw his female companion pouted (forgive me) her buttocks and hurriedly rummaging in her jacket pocket, and her face turned pale with excitement. "Are you looking for my photo?" it said suddenly, thinking it had guessed. It was very happy in its heart, but from the startled jump of the hemisphere divided into two parts, it knew that it had guessed wrong. "Um...uh...yes, honey." The cutie couldn't figure out if it was a joke or her (Russian: not kidding.). Denny's face sank, and he got out of bed to check his wallet. "It turns out that you are a lowly woman in the book of Monsieur Mauriac (French writer and journalist.)," it said bluntly, "you are a pheasant!" She retorted, saying it was a nuisance, she despised it, she wouldn't let such a guy spoil it for nothing.But the fierce look in the werewolf's eyes made her speechless.Two beams of red light shot out from Deni's eye sockets, hitting the brunette's eyeballs, making her hair stand on end. "Put on your clothes, please, and go at once!" said Denis. On a whim, it enhanced the effect with a howl.It has never been such an inspiration in the past. Although it has no experience, this howl is extremely terrifying. Trembling with fright, the young lady dressed quietly, so quickly that she was done before the clock had struck twelve.Deni himself was left alone, and he laughed.It experiences an evil, thrilling sensation. "This is the taste of revenge." It savored and said aloud. It straightened its clothes, scrubbed the place that should be washed, and left the hotel.It was getting dark, and the avenues were brightly lit. It walked less than two meters, and saw three people walking towards it.They wore slightly brighter clothes, hats that were too new, and shoes that were too bright.They surround it in the middle. "May I talk to you?" said the thinnest of the three, the dark green-faced moustache. "About what?" Denis was surprised. "Don't pretend!" said another big red-faced man. "Come in here and say..." the dark green-faced man suggested as they passed the door of a bar. Denis walked into the bar, still baffled.So far, it's been pretty fun. "Do you play bridge?" it asked the three. "You need to be beaten." The red-faced man said darkly, as if he was angry. "My friend," said the man with the dark green face as soon as they entered the bar, "you were rude to a girl just now." Deni laughed. "Asshole, he's still laughing, I want him to cry later," said the red-faced man. "Listen, we care about this girl." Danny suddenly realized. "I see, you are bustards," it said. The three stood up abruptly. "Don't pick a fight!" the big man threatened. Denis looked at the three of them. "I'm going to lose my temper," it said calmly. "For the first time in my life, I'm aware of the feeling. It's in the book." The three of them seemed a little embarrassed. "Don't think we're afraid of you, scoundrel," said the red-faced man. The third person did not speak much.He clenches his fists and rushes forward.Seeing that the fist was about to land on Deni's chin, it dodged and dodged, grabbed the wrist of the comer and squeezed it, only to hear a click. A bottle fell on top of Deni's head, and he backed away, blinking. "See if we don't beat you up," said the man with the dark green face. The bar had long since been empty of customers.Denis jumped over the table and over the big head.The big man was dumbfounded, but he took hold of the suede foot of the solitary man in the woods of Foss-le-Pousse. A little scuffle ensued.When the fight was over, Deni looked in the mirror and saw that his neck had been scratched, a gash had been pulled across his cheek, and one eye had turned indigo.It deftly pushed the three limp bodies under the bench, and adjusted the clothes slightly.Its eyes suddenly fell on a wall clock.It's eleven o'clock. "Oops," it thought, "I have to withdraw!" It quickly put on the black glasses and ran to the hotel where it was staying.It is full of resentment, but time is short, and it must go immediately. It paid the rent, picked up the box, stepped on the bicycle, and galloped away like a Gebi (1919-1960, a famous Italian cyclist.). When Denis rode to the Santa Cruz Bridge, a policeman stopped him. "Your car has no lights," said this man, like many others. "Huh?" Denis asked. "So what, I can see." "It's not that you can't see it," said the policeman. "To make you visible, what if you get into a car accident? Huh?" "Huh?" said Denis. "Yes, yes. But what about the lamp?" "You're not kidding me, are you?" said the policeman. "Listen," Denis said, "I'm in such a hurry that I don't have time for jokes." "You want to be fined for breaking the rules?" said the nasty policeman. "You are so annoying," said the wolf astride the cart. "Well, you've violated the rules," said the ugly flatfoot. He produced a little ball-book and a ball-point pen, and bowed his head for a moment. "What's your name?" he said, looking up. Then he blew his whistle because he saw Denis riding his bicycle flying up the steep slope in the distance. Denis pedaled hard, the car rushed forward at a high speed, the people on the road gave way dumbfounded, and it climbed up the slope of Santa Cruz in the blink of an eye.It crosses the town next to the Rue des Nudess—a name that alludes to the nymphomaniacs who roam the Parc de Santa Cruz—and turns left toward the Pont du Black and Villeduuvre.It made its appearance in this noble neighbourhood, passing the Kabasu Hotel, aware of the commotion behind it.It picked up speed and suddenly rushed onto a forest path.Time is running out, and suddenly the clock strikes twelve in the distance. As soon as the clock struck for the first time, Denis felt that something was wrong. He could no longer pedal steadily.Its legs appear to be shortened.However, it still climbed up the stone and dirt road with momentum under the bright moonlight. It caught a glimpse of its own shadow—long face, erect ears—and immediately fell off the bicycle.Because a wolf cannot ride a bicycle steadily. Fortunately, as soon as it hit the ground, it jumped into the bushes with a kick of its legs, and the motorcycle of the police station crashed into the bicycle on the ground.The motorcyclist injured a green pill and subsequently lost thirty-nine percent of his hearing. Denis had just recovered his original wolf form, and while running towards its residence, he asked himself, where did the madness come from when he was a human.It was originally so docile and peaceful, but it actually watched its good moral principles and honest conduct thrown into the sky.Its vengeful rage had already manifested itself in the three bustards of Madeleine, one of whom had signed his name at the Demeanor Office of the Police Headquarters (implying that these three men were plainclothes policemen, so the following text says cleaning up for real bustards. )—we have to tell the truth quickly, so that we can clear the truth for the real bustard—it finds it both incredible and charming.It shakes its head.Siamese sorcerers took a bite out of it.Fortunately, it thinks, the painful transformation of the human body is limited to the moon day.But this change had left something in him—a lurking inexplicable anger, a desire for revenge that tormented him constantly.