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

The second time Alana saw Sally was in Hannibal's bedroom.

Her first foray into Hannibal Lecter's private realm was not much different from what she'd expected.

Rigorous and concise, like Dr. Lecter himself, full of abstinence and restraint.

Alana was a little nervous, this nervousness came suddenly, she tried to take her eyes away from Hannibal, and then Alana found Sally under the blanket.

To be honest, Alana was surprised that Hannibal didn't seem like someone who would spoil a kitten to sleep in his bed.

The sheets were clean and dust-free, not even a speck of cat hair.

However, in the air, on the bed, on the cabinet, on the sofa, and even the curtains, there is a unique smell of kittens everywhere.

Hannibal has a strong sense of territory, similar to the possessiveness of a lion on the grassland.

He doesn't like other people's rudeness, and there will be no traces left by others in his house. He has a slight cleanliness fetish, and he won't find anyone else's hair in his room.

Even though Hannibal never revealed it, Alana was a psychiatrist. Although Hannibal didn't reveal it, he never deliberately hid it either.

"It's weak, have you seen a doctor?"

Hannibal: "I'm the doctor, Sally just has a cold."

"There is fruit salad after dinner, do you like kiwi?"

Hannibal gently stroked Sally's cat's head. The kitten's ears drooped, and its fluffy little head poked out of the quilt, making a short breathing sound.

He turned and walked out the door.

Alana froze for a moment, followed Hannibal out of the room.

Hannibal didn't want Alana in his bedroom for long.

So why is that cat okay?

Sometimes being too observant is not a good thing.

Alana rarely analyzes Hannibal, because any human being with normal instincts would subconsciously avoid unknown dangers.

Hannibal is the unknown danger.

No one knows the consequences that will be encountered once the truth in his heart is discovered.

Alana didn't dwell on the issue for long, she was smart.

"I want to help Will as a friend."

Hannibal's dishes are always colorful and appetizing.

His arms are very powerful, the muscle texture is clear, and the way he handles the kiwi fruit is also very neat. Alana watched carefully,

Anxiety was relieved a little.

"I'm actually surprised, Hannibal, that you treat Sally like a real person."

Alana spoke slowly, "It makes you a real person too."

Hannibal chuckled softly: "Alana thinks I'm not human?"

"No, because of Sally, you make me feel that you are not so perfect, but more real."

Alana was on point, but Hannibal caught her meaning.

No one would reject a mature man with charm and knowledge, even if Alana knew Hannibal was unfathomable.

Love blinds people.

Hannibal clasped his hands and rubbed his fingertips, his eyes were hidden in the dark, the dark blue suit and the dark red handkerchief in the breast pocket were slightly dazzling.

Alana glanced at the lights subconsciously. The lights in Hannibal's house are always more artistic than bright.

"You should go back, Alana."

Hannibal looked at the time, "I have a client to make an appointment for psychological counseling in half an hour."

Alana came back to her senses, "...Well, I happen to be going to the FBI later."

Hannibal sent Alana out, and simply cleaned up the remains of the hare on the dining table.

There was indeed an appointment half an hour later, but last night the patient called to inform that there was something to do today, and the appointment time was pushed to tomorrow morning.

Alana is an interesting student.

But it's time for Sally to take her medicine.

Sally always gave people headaches when she took medicine, and even if the kitten lost its strength, it could still make a fuss.

Hannibal opened Sally's mouth, squeezed the pill and put his index finger directly into the kitten's throat. The soft throat tightly wrapped around Hannibal's hand, and the kitten flapped its paws, limp and powerless, just as it was trying to ruthlessly When biting Hannibal's hand hard, the shit shovel quickly withdrew his hand.

"Meow……"

Sally felt sick to her stomach, but the peristalsis of the esophagus smoothly sent the pill into the stomach, and the bitter taste rushed up after a while. The kitten coughed violently with a crying face, and its soft paws rested on the back of Hannibal's hand On the ground, it really wanted to scratch the back of the shit shovel officer's hand, but its strength could only be coquettish in Hannibal's hand for a while.

Hannibal became more and more proficient at feeding cats medicine.

He took out the towel from his breast pocket and wiped his hands calmly.

Sally fell on the pillow in pain, her head became more and more drowsy, and the kitten's pink nose was overly wet, dripping with transparent water droplets.

"You have a runny nose, Sally."

Sally scratched her paw pitifully, and raised her head aggrieved.

"Meow!"

The little soft meow sounded extremely resentful.

Don't be disgusted!

Hannibal expressionlessly wiped Sally's little nose with an expensive handkerchief, causing Sally to sneeze several times.

The kitten lay on Hannibal's pillow with its belly slumped, the white fluffy ball whimpered twice in pain, its blue eyes were hazy like Lake Baikal in the early morning, and its little ears rubbed against Hannibal's leg.

"Meow... Meow..."

Sally is so sad...

"Crack..."

The kitten sneezed heavily, and it staggered up from the pillow, slowly put its front paws on Hannibal's legs, and almost moved into Hannibal's arms.

Sally is only very close to Hannibal when she is uncomfortable and vulnerable and needs others.

Sally is a cat who is not hurt and not homesick.

Sally breathed in the scent of Hannibal's body, closed her eyes in peace, and gasped for breath.

Hannibal stroked Sally's fur in silence, watched her fall asleep exhaustedly, got up and found the veterinarian's business card in his pile of business cards.

Sally doesn't seem to have a simple cold.

The author has something to say: this chapter is very short, something happened today

Take it as an appetizer... Tomorrow the author will try to write more