Shit shovel officer and his cat [Comprehensive British and American]

Sally likes Will.

Sally likes the cat felt, likes the ball, likes Hannibal's bed, likes Hannibal's neck, likes lying in Hannibal's favorite vase, curling up in it to sleep and waiting for the shit shovel to find it.

Sally also likes shrimps. The white and tender shrimps have orange lines, which are slightly processed by the magician's hands that are shoveling shit. They are mixed into mud and kneaded into balls. The temperature is controlled at the point where the cat's tongue can feel the deliciousness. superior.

But Shrimp's likes are not the same as Will's likes.

The kitten's favorite is heartless and naive, but it is willing to share its favorite shrimp with Will.

Will: "...Sally, are you feeling well?"

On the dining table, the kitten looked at him expectantly with its big blue eyes, and its little paws pushed the plate in front of Will, then put its paws under its body, raised the cat's head, and looked at Will obediently.

In the center of the white plate, there are three exquisite and small shrimp balls, half a tomato and green broccoli are dotted on the upper right side.

The cat food made by Hannibal is always reminiscent of the signature meals with pictures and texts in the bronzing menus of high-end restaurants.

However, no matter how delicate it is, it is just a piece of cat food.

Will wouldn't really accept a cat's cat food either.

"Sally, I've already eaten."

Will stroked Sally's soft cat head, subconsciously scratched Sally's chin with his fingertips, fell silent after saying a word, his eyelashes cast fine silhouettes on his eyes, and there was a bright but pale light above his head.

Hannibal never liked too bright lights at home, his world was always deep and dark.

Will's expression was much more haggard than when Sally saw him last time, and his eyes were always focused on an inadvertent point, letting go or seeing through those things in his imagination.

He came to Hannibal to ask him to analyze himself, and Will was more willing to trust Hannibal than Alana, and he could always tell Hannibal everything he couldn't open his mouth.

Will is already very ill.

However, these Sally didn't know that the kitten's world was so simple that people couldn't bear to infect it with their own confusion, so Will didn't hold Sally to play with it like before.

"I found out that I was wrong, Hannibal, I shouldn't have listened to Jack and meddled in this case, maybe I am more suitable to be a lecturer in school, with teaching plans for those who are better than me to do it I can't do it thing."

Will put Sally aside, and he stood there, denying himself everything.

"I had a dream last night. I dreamed that I killed her."

Will doesn't mention who she is, and Hannibal doesn't ask.

But they all know it.

Except for Sally, who was completely clueless, it had long forgotten that there was a Hannibal in this house, and it wrapped around Will's feet, biting his trousers, wanting him to play with him.

Sally took the toys that Will had given it, piled them on the ground, and looked at Will.

"Meow meow~"

Will, Sally wants to play with you.

"So are you happy?"

Will subconsciously wanted to refute, but Hannibal said again: "Giving people's lives is the same pleasure as ending people's lives, Will."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, it's just what you really think, God sure likes the feeling of killing, he does it all the time, by the hand of one person, kills another person, we just do it according to God's idea , Thinking of it this way, do you still feel ashamed?"

Hannibal was standing by the bookshelf on the second floor, with a book in his hand, the title of which could not be read clearly.

Will looked up at Hannibal in doubt: "Then who do you think God is?"

"Each of us is God, Will."

Hannibal is an excellent psychiatrist. Any patient in front of him, without lying or resisting, walked into his room like a lost lamb.

Will vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't refute it.

In the conversation between the two, when the other party took the initiative, Will lost the right to ask questions, but followed Hannibal's question to think about what he wanted Will to think about.

"This is just an assumption. People can't build their lives with illusions. You need to face the reality, Will."

But what is real?

Will fell into self-doubt, and Hannibal next to the bookshelf gave Will time to think.

Sitting there like a superfluous Sally felt that she couldn't even make up the background board, and Sally's expression gradually changed from anticipation to unhappy face: the shit shoveler is a big fool.

No one to play with Sally.

Sally meowed twice in frustration, but Sally couldn't penetrate the academic atmosphere created by Hannibal at all. She raised her claws and pulled the ball out of the pile of toys, and slowly pushed the ball away. out of the study.

Sally played by herself.

After 2 minutes, Sally's fur was flying all over the living room, and the kitten, which was still listless just now, suddenly seemed to be equipped with a small electric motor, wagging its tail, chasing the ball with sparkling blue eyes and running all over the room.

In the quiet living room, the white kitten was playing happily alone. A small yellow ball was patted around. Wherever it rolled, the kitten chased it. It accidentally turned somersault, and Sally's butt was facing upwards. , with his head on the floor, his soft cat ears were crushed, and he forgot to turn over, holding the ball and not letting go.

It's just a bit stupid to be panting with your tongue out.

An hour after Will left, Jack called and asked him to go over to investigate the case.

Will's ability to empathize will one day destroy him.

Hannibal made a cup of coffee, and the bitter aroma filled the living room.

"Sally."

No cat responded.

Not surprisingly, Hannibal started looking for Sally everywhere, under the table, on the bookshelf, in the crack of the sofa, and finally, Hannibal found Sally by the shoe cabinet.

I don't know how crazy Sally was playing. She fell and fell asleep with her head down without even turning over.

Huang Qiuqiu was held tightly by Sally's two front paws, and she cherished it on her chin.

Sally likes Will very much.

Hannibal picked up Sally, and dragged Sally's soft belly with his big hands. The kitten's ears quivered, and he opened his eyes in a daze.

"Will is gone."

Two seconds later, heart-piercing cat meows sounded in the apartment.

But Hannibal didn't take pity on it, he put Sally down and let the kitten howl and twitch.

At night, the kitten became hoarse, it coughed and meowed, and stared at the gate with its wet cat eyes, hoping that Will would suddenly remember that he forgot to play with Sally, and come back to look at it.

Because of Winston's dead dog, Sally hasn't played with Will for a long time.

"Meow...cough cough...meow..."

Sally howled and fell asleep again. She didn't even eat dinner, and her little head was resting on her paws.

The light in the kitchen was on, Hannibal made cat food that could be refrigerated, put it in the refrigerator, then picked up Sally, and went back to bed.

The author has something to say: Hannibal: My cat likes Will.

Will: ...I feel like I'm not far from death.

Sally: Who will play with Sally?

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