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

Two layers of thick blankets were spread on the dark sofa, and a small hand stretched out from the gap in the blankets, hanging softly on the ground, glowing with a warm white color under the night.

The kitten is deeply sunken in the soft sofa, only the fluffy little head is exposed, and the fine strands of hair are attached to the forehead. The kitten sleeps very restlessly. It may not be her usual sleeping nest. Sally is always in the blanket Tumbling to and fro, the dizzy light from the desk lamp pierced the night air and sprinkled on the little girl's drooping eyelashes, trembling slightly.

The heating in the room was high, and Sally's fair face was slightly flushed. She was wearing the quilt like a child, and she didn't care whether she would catch a cold or not.

The uniform was wrinkled and wrinkled, and the two white legs kicked off the quilt, and directly climbed onto Will's arm on one side.

Will was looking at his diagnostic report, but it wasn't the one Hannibal had given him last time.

A delicate little foot appeared in his field of vision.

Will put down the report and held Sally's ankle. The delicate and warm touch made Will startled slightly. He looked at Sally. The child was still asleep, and the little white fluffy ears were pressed under the little head. Pink reveals a little childish.

"Sally."

Will murmured, but without expecting a response, he put the cat's paw back in the blanket and lifted the quilt for her.

Sally is Hannibal's cat.

However, Will carried Sally back from Hannibal's house, but did not call Hannibal to inform him.

Will has always liked Sally. He once went to the rescue station to try to adopt a white cat similar to Sally, but the staff of the rescue station politely rejected his application after learning that he had raised several dogs.

"No cat likes an owner who has several dogs, sorry."

Cats probably wouldn't like Will.

But Sally loves it.

But Sally is Hannibal's cat.

And Hannibal kept Will's illness secret from him.

When Will thought of this, his head was throbbing again.

Jack canceled his vacation early, just a few hours ago, perhaps because he suspected what Will was doing to Gideon's case. Sometimes Will solves a case and it is easy to give people a dangerous sense of being caught in it and unable to extricate themselves.

Jack asked Will to go back to the FBI to handle some paperwork, ostensibly to improve Will's condition, but the purpose was to prevent him from being the first crime scene.

Jack is suspicious of him.

Will lay back in the chair, silent.

At 03:30 in the morning, Hannibal called.

Twenty minutes later, Hannibal rang Will's doorbell.

It was foggy outside, and the dark intersection seemed to be covered with an invisible veil. Hannibal walked from the abyss, towards the dimly lit house.

His body was covered with the humidity of the air outside, and some mud scum was stained on his dark leather shoes. He changed his shoes and went in, took off his coat and carried it on his arm.

Hannibal smiled amiably, and then looked at Sally on the sofa. The child was sleeping in someone else's house without warning.

But this is Will's home, so everything has a reason.

His cats have always favored Will.

"Sally gave you trouble."

Will: "She's nice."

Will turned to pour water, "She fell asleep at your door, didn't you give her the password?"

Will and his psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter are very familiar, whether in life or in the FBI, they are friends who talk about everything.

It wasn't until recently, however, that Will discovered that he wasn't sure of Hannibal's purpose.

"Sally's fingerprints are different from human fingerprints, and the system cannot record them."

Sally was taken off her hat, and Hannibal didn't need to hide Sally's secret anymore.

Hannibal is not an unkind shit shoveler.

His cat liked Will, and it wasn't that hard to accept.

Hannibal lowered his eyes to touch Sally's flushed face. The psychiatrist's hands were dry and cold, carrying Sally's disgusting breath. The faint blood woke up the sleeping kitten. She opened her eyes in panic, Under the night, the kitten's pricked eyes were moist, and it met Hannibal's calm and dark eyes.

Shit shovel...

The hunting breath on his body is very heavy.

Sally suddenly screamed in fright, her delicate cat ears turned into vigilant airplane ears, and the childish screams of the child seemed to be from some terrible nightmare.

Hannibal stroked the cat's head calmly, "Go home when you wake up."

Sally: "Meow meow meow meow!!!!!!!!!!"

Will: "..."

Although I knew that Sally was a Sally the cat, seeing Sally meowing so directly was quite shocking.

The kitten who just woke up has messy hair and a wrinkled uniform. The cat's instinctive stress response made her eyes go round, her body stiffened, and her mouth screamed unconsciously. In fact, she has already lost her mind.

Sally wondered why Hannibal came to hug her without washing off the smell.

"Hannibal, have you met Gideon?"

"If you mean in prison, I've seen him twice before, and Dr. Hilton invited me to analyze his condition."

Hannibal's tone was slightly sarcastic, but soon he realized the purpose of Will's question.

"Jack forbids you to see Gideon?"

"Ah."

Will took a sip of water with his back turned to Hannibal, and he took out a small bag of dried fish from his pocket, "Sally, she's starving..."

"Sally did something wrong, you can't spoil her, Will."

Hannibal interrupted Will, he was running lightly through Sally's hair, and sometimes it's not a pleasant thing to have a keen sense of smell.

His cat smelled too much today.

Hannibal frowned slightly, held back his displeasure, and bid farewell to Will.

The kitten was really hungry, and she didn't even have the strength to kick the shit shoveler's stomach.

Sally hated that Hannibal came to hug her without cleaning off his smell.

Hannibal did it on purpose.

As for why.

Maybe the little cat is clear, but he just doesn't admit it, and acts coquettishly and rolls around on the way back to the apartment.

"You touch Sally's hair without taking a shower!!"

Sally was crying in the co-pilot's seat, "Sally has been stained all over by you!"

The little girl grabbed her clothes and sniffed. In the human nose, there was only the milky fragrance of the little girl. However, in Sally's nose, Hannibal's strong hunter's scent left when he touched her.

Sally's little nose wrinkled when she was crying, and her big moist eyes were full of floods, until Hannibal suddenly stopped the car, the little girl was holding back her tears, sobbing and looking at Hannibal with some anxiety.

In the early morning, the streets were empty, the street lights were dim, and the night breeze was blowing.

Hannibal was used to thinking alone.

But now there is an extra cat by my side.

Hannibal never concealed from Sally. The first time they met, they met the real Hannibal.

Maybe it's also a little unnecessary to cover up a cat.

After all, Sally was his cat.

"Your sense of smell is very keen. Apart from my breath, what else can you smell in this car?"

The kitten gripped the seat belt tightly, whimpering and curling up there silently.

Sally is very smart, so smart that sometimes she subconsciously hides her smartness.

Unfortunately, just as Hannibal in Sally's eyes is real, Sally around Hannibal has no secrets at all.

A little thing that had to be dressed by Hannibal before she would get out of bed, what secret could she have, where could she hide it?

Is it on the fridge?

Or in her cathouse?

Sally's cat litter was so cold it was almost hairy.

"Sally is hungry, Sally wants to go home..."

Hannibal ignored the kitten's pleas, started the car, turned around, and drove into an unmonitored trail.

They drove for half an hour and arrived at a deserted forest. Hannibal dragged out a black bag from the trunk of the car.

Sally could feel the car shake.

The kitten closed its eyes in disgust, slowed its breathing, tried to block out the disgusting smell, and finally covered its face directly.

At dawn, Hannibal changed a car and took Sally home.

On that day, Hannibal called Mr. Green to ask for a day off for Sally.

"Is Mr. Lecter in a hurry yesterday? I called you three times, but no one answered."

Hannibal had already changed his clothes, rolled up his sleeves, and was boiling goat milk. The thick white liquid exuded a tangy aroma in the pot. He put some spices to get rid of the smell of goat milk.

"For work reasons, Sally is safe."

If it's safe, then why take a day off?

Teacher Green hesitated to speak.

But Hannibal said there was no problem, and Green didn't want to say much, so he hung up the phone after saying hello.

Hannibal put the phone aside and was about to put the goat milk on a plate when he was kicked on the calf suddenly, and Hannibal turned sideways and lowered his eyes.

The little girl was covered in moisture, her hair was wet, and the water dripping from the tips of her hair slid down the child's neck, flowing down slowly, and the water droplets on her body soaked the nightgown, revealing a tender complexion.

The whole person seemed to be steaming deliciously, and his face was flushed, although his expression was a bit dull.

She didn't wear shoes, and wet little feet stretched from the bedroom to her feet.

Hannibal looked away, "You should wear shoes, Sally."

Holding a towel in her hand, Sally said with a blank expression, "Wipe your hair."

It is better to tread on water than to tread on milk.

It is not a very good experience to smell goat milk all over the house.

Especially since this was the first time Sally had asked for a bath, since Hannibal had wrapped her in his arms and kissed her face and ears this morning.

Hannibal's kiss is very light, he does not have the smell of tobacco that ordinary men would carry, Hannibal does not smoke or drink heavily, the only smell on him is the aroma of cedar wood, and the smell of murder that only cats can smell smell.

Sally dared to swear on the dried fish, when she kissed her ear with the shit shovel, she wanted to bite it down for a moment.

The kind of bite that swallows in the stomach!

He wants to eat Sally's ear QAQ

He made the clean Sally dirty, and he knew that Sally didn't like the smell.

He did it on purpose.

Hehe, shit shoveler, you will pay the price.

The kitten who was held down on the sofa by Hannibal to wipe his hair thought bitterly.

Until Hannibal's hand pinched Sally's ear.

The kitten couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Hahahahahahahaha...don't pinch Sally's ears, shit shoveler!!!!!! It's itchy, itchy!!!"

The author has something to say: Well, Hannibal is very angry, although he didn’t show it, Sally will know that angry shit-shoveling officer is not easy to mess with in the next chapter_(:з」∠)_

And, the author is hopeless_(:з」∠)_My mind is full of mosaic pictures of Little Sally and Uncle Ba_(:з」∠)_

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