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

"Jack?"

Alana was standing by the side of the road with a briefcase in her hand, looking at the man next to the mailbox in surprise.

"If you want to find Will, you can go to his class and wait for him. Will may not go this way after class. He went to the nursing home to see Abigail half an hour ago."

Jack never waited for Will outside.

Jack seems to be very humane, but he is not used to waiting for others. He likes to watch Will's lectures outside the classroom. Jack once said that Will's lectures are very interesting, even an old FBI of his age can Benefited a lot.

Jack persuaded Will to leave the university podium and come to the FBI. He trusted Will and valued Will, but at the same time he also invited Alana to counsel Will on his psychological condition.

Facts have proved that Jack is right, Will's psychological situation is not optimistic, and Alana is not a person who can drill into horns. She introduced Will to Hannibal, and the current situation came into being.

"He went to see Abigail? Didn't you tell him that the kid was also a suspect? After all, no one knows the real Chesapeake Ripper now."

Alana frowned at Jack, "Are you suspicious of Will?"

"Do not."

Jack quickly denied, he turned back and got into the car, "Alana, I'm just worried about his condition."

Everyone has a different position, a different life, and a different plot.

But without exception, they were all nervous and confused about the latest case.

Nobody knew the real Chesapeake Ripper, and probably they never would, just as they never would have understood why Hannibal suddenly stopped keeping cats.

In fact, the relationship between Hannibal Lecter and the FBI is not close. In his life, he is not only a part-time profiler of the FBI, but also a psychologist of Agent Will.

Hannibal Lecter is still the object of high society vying to win over, a member of a winery, an investor in art exhibitions, and a frequent visitor to musicals.

The gore and darkness that the FBI has been worrying about all day is far away from Hannibal. Apart from the calm profile and discussion of Will's condition, the only conversation between them is Hannibal's cat.

Hannibal is no longer stained with cat fur, and the sharp scratches on the back of his hands and neck may not have appeared for a long time. Some people who are overly imaginative have seen it, and gently comforted Hannibal: "Women always like the new and dislike the old. , is Dr. Lecter interested in joining our company's fraternity?"

Everyone thought that Hannibal broke up with the girlfriend who only existed in their imagination.

The reality is, Hannibal has an extra child.

Everyone: I can fill my brain with a hundred thousand words of bloody romance drama...

"Sally is my aunt's daughter. She died in Paris a few years ago. The child was sent to a local orphanage and traveled around. I picked her up from Burgundy last month."

Hannibal rarely talked about his aunt, and this was the second and possibly last time Bedelia heard about the lady's finale in Hannibal.

As Hannibal's nominal psychiatrist, Bedelia has nothing to do with Hannibal.

Hannibal doesn't need redemption.

"Looks like she didn't have a good life before, Hannibal, she needs to go to school."

Hannibal: "But before that, she needs to learn common sense."

When Hannibal left Bedelia's clinic, his eyes rested on a straw doll on Bedelia's desk.

"It looks handmade, may I have the lady's contact information?"

Bedelia dug out the address book: "I remember you knew a Mrs. Evans..."

Hannibal showed a polite gentleman's smile: "Unfortunately, she died of illness."

It's a pity that the box of cat hair Hannibal sent, maybe Sally will never shed so much hair to make cat blankets again.

Hannibal felt a faint disappointment in his calm heart.

But soon, Hannibal had no time to be disappointed. After he left Bedelia's clinic, he went to an art exhibition to pick up a copy of Raphael that he had ordered earlier.

Then, Hannibal went back to the apartment, and when he opened the door, he got a call from a college president who wanted to ask Hannibal to give his school's commencement speech next week.

But before agreeing to the principal's invitation, Hannibal had to get Sally off the refrigerator.

"Sally, come down."

The girl was lying on top of the refrigerator, her hands were folded under her face, her soft face was pressed against the back of her hands, and the cat ears in her hair were lazily folded into airplane ears.

"Meow..."

"Sally."

Hannibal spoke calmly. He stood in front of the refrigerator and looked up slightly at the misty blue eyes on the refrigerator. The girl stretched like a cat. She raised her hand and rubbed her face. She had already forgotten There was no fur on her face, no cat hair to smooth out, but she did it out of habit.

Then Sally accidentally poked her finger in the eye.

"Meow!!"

The kitten jumped down from the refrigerator immediately, but the little human girl did not have the jumping power of a cat. She fell to the ground, dizzy.

Hannibal has been watching her quietly from the side, showing no intention of helping.

How she got up, but somehow got down.

Little Sally rolled around on the ground, meowing as she rolled, and the immature little milk voice yelled again and again, clutching her sore forehead in pain, rolling to Hannibal's feet, biting Holding his trousers, the little girl curled up into a ball, binding Hannibal's feet tightly.

Sally shook her ears, raised her chin obediently, and looked at Hannibal pitifully: "Sally, it hurts."

Sally still thinks she is a cat, and she still has the habits of a cat.

She hit her head and hurt, but she didn't know what was wrong, and she tried to get away with Hannibal's arrogance.

She almost succeeded.

Until Hannibal smelled raw meat.

The kitchen was clean and the fridge didn't seem to be missing anything.

Sally was also clean, with the scent of shower gel on her body, soft and tender, and Hannibal had just bathed her before leaving in the morning.

Though a shower Sally could barely take, bathing a little girl was no easier than bathing a cat.

In particular, Sally is a fairy-like girl who is too beautiful, and she is also used to willful stepping on Hannibal's bottom line, making a fuss tirelessly.

Even if she is young and green, she doesn't have the charm of a woman at all.

Hannibal squatted down, pinched Sally's chin expressionlessly, forcing her to open her mouth, and with the other hand, two fingers penetrated into Sally's throat and stirred.

The man's fingers were not delicate, and the texture of his fingertips rubbed against the girl's tender throat gently.

Sally whimpered in pain, wrapped her arms around Hannibal's arm, and struggled to free his hand, her clear blue eyes dripped with moist liquid.

"You're not good, Sally."

Hannibal reprimanded and pressed hard with her fingertips. Finally, Sally couldn't help crying, her stomach throbbed violently, and she vomited up the beef slag all over Hannibal.

Hannibal: "..."

Sally: "Meow woo woo woo..."

You who shovel shit bully the cat QAQ!

Sally is going to sue you at the Humane Society! !

Hannibal: "Sally, you're always making mistakes."

"Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow!!"

Sally cried and stuck her neck and talked back to Hannibal.

"Meow meow!! Woo meow meow meow!!!"

The miserable cries of the child resounded through the apartment, and the petite lump sat on the ground pitifully, covered with undigested beef scraps, and Hannibal's suit was inevitably stained all over.

Hannibal ignored Sally's meowing, he opened the freezer compartment of the refrigerator, and all the frozen beef in the refrigerator disappeared without a trace.

Frozen beef cannot be eaten raw.

And Sally was still angrily accusing Hannibal of bullying her, although no one could understand her cat language.

Hannibal suddenly took off his watch, loosened his tie, took off his soiled suit jacket, and threw it into the trash can casually. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his strong arm muscles, and then picked up Sally. Press her into the cooking pool and press her abdomen hard.

Sally's hands and feet fluttered wildly, white hair covered her face in a mess, her furry cat ears shrank nervously and frightened, her shoulder straps slipped down her arms in a little dress that was rarely worn in the morning, she was extremely embarrassed.

"Vag... vomit..."

Sally vomited up all the beef she secretly ate behind Hannibal's back.

The child slumped weakly on his cooking table, like a lamb being slaughtered.

She hates the human meals that Hannibal prepares for her. She doesn't like dishes with seasoning, she doesn't like to use knives and forks, and she doesn't like food with a temperature higher than 40 degrees. Although Sally's pink and tender tongue No longer so fragile and afraid of heat.

The kitten lay there sobbing and crying so pitifully.

Hannibal is like a ruthless patriarch who is disgusted and rejected by children.

At this moment, Hannibal realizes that Sally not only needs to learn common sense from humans, but also needs to change many of her cat habits.

Kittens love to sleep on the refrigerator, change it.

Kittens like to hide in the closet to sleep, change.

Kittens like to eat raw meat, change.

The kitten likes to meow when it talks, change it.

Kittens love to shed, change... no, Sally has no more hair to shed.

Kittens love to play with balls. A ten-year-old girl has already left the age of playing with little yellow balls.

Sally can change to other hobbies, such as reading the 26 English letters following the video teaching, or listening to a few French songs that Hannibal loves to hear.

There are countless habits that kittens need to change, but they are very difficult and difficult to achieve in a short period of time.

But you can start by not eating raw meat.

Hannibal didn't mind that Sally might develop hobbies similar to his own, but obviously for a ten-year-old who was still growing, balanced nutrition and good health were the primary considerations.

So one morning.

Faced with a table full of vegetables and a cup of hot cocoa, Sally overturned the table angrily.

However, Hannibal is a chef who pays more attention to artistry than practicality. His dining table is made of solid wood.

Sally couldn't lift it, and not only couldn't lift it, but she hurt her nails.

Sally: Shit shoveler, you are in trouble QAQ

The author has something to say: The small theater——

Staff: Hello, this is the Animal Protection Association.

Sally: Meow meow meow!Meow meow!Meow meow woo woo woo woo!Meow meow meow!

Worker: ...please speak humanly.

Sally: Woohoo, Sally, fleshy, human... Meow meow meow ￥#%#%%￥#...%￥...

The staff member hung up the phone with a snap.

PS: The frozen beef here can be chewed, and the temperature setting is different√

Thank you Zhi Keranqingluo for the Sally drawn by the little angel, super cute~ But the author can’t remember the code for making words and posting pictures for a long time... The little angel who wants to see it can go to the author’s Weibo: JJ If you are good, you can I saw it!