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

The first smell is the scent of Virginia Cedar, the base note is the mellow aroma of Haitian vetiver, mixed with a touch of processed small animal body odor, very light, very soft, and can be ignored.

It wasn't that Sally had done something to Hannibal again, but that after spending many years with Sally, no matter how clean a person was, there would always be some cat smell on him.

Humans may not be able to distinguish sensitively, but for cats and dogs, this is tantamount to putting a big label on Hannibal, "This shit shovel has an owner."

Of course, Will also smells of Sally, no matter where Will is, Sally can always find him.

So, Sally prepares to run away from home.

After Sally sat in the corner holding the ball aggrievedly, watching Hannibal for the second time today after cleaning the sheets and wardrobe, and pinching Sally's little ears, telling him not to make mistakes, Sally started Miss Will.

He didn't play with Sally yesterday.

The cat is an animal that is always on the spur of the moment. It can play with the ball until it forgets Will, and it can also forget Hannibal's warning just now in order to find Will.

Hannibal is a shit-shoveling officer without dignity, and Sally usually chooses to obey his warnings and orders.

This is not the first time that Sally ran away from home, but every time it took a different route, it was trying to avoid Hannibal, and the shit shovelers could always catch it, Sally thought it must be her own route. question.

"Meow~"

The kitten's clean and soft meat pads lightly cushioned the ground, silently, and the blue cat's eyes looked around. It chose a street it had never walked before, and left by the corner.

Will is not at home today, which is good news. He is in a strange building. Sally smells him. He sneaks into the building against the wall and follows the crowd into the elevator when the security guards don't notice. .

As far as the eye can see, there are six to seven □ □ ten centimeters of high heels, and men's leather shoes that exude a strange smell.

Sally huddled in a small corner, and a pair of blue eyes in the white ball looked around quietly and cautiously. She raised her paw and rubbed her uncomfortable little nose, then sneezed a little.

"Where is the kitten?"

Freddy almost stepped on Sally's small body. She was taken aback. Looking at the kitten's blue eyes, she was curious. Would anyone raise a cat in a place like the FBI?

She knelt down to touch Sally's little head, but Sally avoided it.

"Meow~"

Most cats are very obsessive, and Sally is no exception.

It doesn't like strangers to touch its fur casually.

"Well, I know, cats are like that, that's why I don't like keeping cats."

Freddy said something that was not what he meant, and Sally looked very cute and well-behaved. The small ball made one imagine that it would feel great in the arms.

"Is it your cat?"

Freddy questioned the others in the elevator and received no answers, so her eyes fell on Sally again.

Sally shook her ears, and quickly slipped out when the elevator door opened.

Then climbed two flights of stairs to avoid the touch from the older woman.

Old Woman Freddy: ...I can sue you for defamation.

FBI Behavioral Sciences Team.

The table was covered with on-site photos and files, and several people gathered around the table to discuss new developments.

Will stares at the photo, clearly immersed in the murderer's perspective again.

Suddenly Beverly pulled Ravel's sleeve and said to him, "You raised that cat?"

The FBI only has Will as a pet.

However, when Will looked over, surprise appeared on his face.

"Sally!"

Sally was sitting at the door, it tilted its head, two sapphire-like cat eyes on its furry face focused on Will, and its white fluffy tail swept back and forth slowly behind it.

Although Sally always despises how silly Winston is for wagging his tail when he's happy, cats wag their tails when they're happy too.

It was happy because it saw Will.

"Meow~"

The blue eyes of the kitten were like stars, and it immediately jumped towards Will, but it didn't fall into Will's arms, but just as its feet left the ground, a big hand caught its body in mid-air, and the palm rested on it. Holding Sally's abdomen, his fingertips poked Sally's chin.

It was the familiar woody scent of Virginia cedar. Sally let out a shrill cry in fright, her front paws tightly hugged Hannibal's fingers, and she let out a miserable "meow meow meow".

"What happened to Sally?"

Will asked worriedly.

Hannibal held a few cups of coffee in his other hand, supported Sally who was holding his hand tightly, and said subtly, "It was scared."

He was caught before he reached his destination when he ran away from home, so of course he was quite frightened.

"So this is Dr. Lecter's cat."

Beverly thanked Hannibal for the coffee, and said with emotion: "It's hard to imagine that Dr. Lecter would have a cat. I think it would be more believable to say that Will has a cat."

"This cat has been with Dr. Lecter for three years."

Jack explained a glorified version of the story about Sally and Hannibal.

"It's still barking, is it hungry?"

Will looked at Sally, the kitten's eyes were wide open, its little paws were pressed against Hannibal's hand, the cat's head was held up, its mouth was open, and it screamed a bit heartbreakingly.

Hannibal: "It's just scared."

Under the kitten's shrill cry, Hannibal's elegant and magnetic words seemed a little too cold and calm.

Will couldn't bear it, and then took out a small bag of dried fish from his pocket.

Beverly: "...Why do you have small dried fish in your pocket, Will?"

"I just bought it today."

The little brown paper bag, it was the brand that Will used to buy, and Sally liked it very much.

But this time, Sally didn't stop crying as usual, the kitten didn't even look at the dried fish, its body was stiff, its eyeballs were motionless, as if the only thing in its body that was exerting strength was its little throat.

"Meow--!!!!!"

"Meow!!!"

The people in the group were quickly attracted by the meowing, and Hannibal could no longer continue the profiling. He apologized to Jack and promised to send the profiling results to Jack's mailbox before tonight.

Hannibal leaves the FBI and heads to his car in the parking lot.

He put Sally in the passenger seat, and a lot of white, soft and fluffy cat hair fell off with Hannibal's movements, which showed how much effort this charming and gentle psychiatrist had just used.

Sally lay on the passenger seat sobbing and whimpering.

Blue cat eyes with sharp black vertical pupils in the middle.

"Sally, you are too willful."

Lying on the sobbing Sally moved her paws, and she looked at Hannibal faintly.

Very good, shit shovel, actually hurt Sally, don't even think about raising a cat QAQ! !

Hannibal's indifferent face had a hint of a smile, and before Sally grinned ferociously and rushed over to scratch him, he started the car. The inertia of the sudden start made Sally fall onto the seat, dizzy.

Hannibal is a shit-shoveling officer without dignity, but Sally is also a rather dull kitten.

Not only dull, but also violent.

But Hannibal's skill is obviously better than Sally's.

So, Hannibal was once again stopped by the traffic police.

Rolling down the car window, the traffic policeman stared at the elegant gentleman with a cat stuck to his arm, the kitten purred viciously, biting Hannibal's arm fiercely with its sharp teeth, but it Hannibal's four paws were tightly restrained, appearing in... a strange posture.

The author has something to say: I think I should add a label of "love and kill" to this article hhhhhhh

Sally is so headstrong! !

I am always worried that Uncle Ba will blunt it in the next chapter√