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

Sally was a simple child.

Her world is narrow and clear, and she can see the depths at a glance.

She knows all the conspiracies and tricks, but she doesn't understand the deep meaning behind those conspiracies.

After all, she is a cat, and cats cannot understand some bad tastes of human beings.

The house that can be called a small black house by Sally is nothing but Abigail's house that was attacked by Will.

But the little girl's throat was stuck by the fish's tail, and after a few words, all that remained was meowing.

"Watch Will, Sally."

Hannibal ordered Sally, whether his wayward girl could listen to him was not within the scope of his thinking.

Sally would not refuse to be close to Will.

Even now Sally seemed to loathe sick Will.

Hannibal knew her better than Kitten himself.

Hannibal left the FBI under the pretext that he had a guest. He guessed that the situation Will might encounter at this moment is obviously not suitable for the FBI to reach Will before him.

So Hannibal notified the FBI anonymously only halfway through the journey.

And Sally, who was holding the phone, meowed for a long time but didn't get Hannibal's comforting response, so she threw the phone out of the car window angrily.

But the kitten was sulking for a while, and then remembered that it belonged to Will.

Sally curled her lips, opened the car door, got out of the car and picked up the mobile phone with a crack on the screen.

"Will..."

Sally held the phone, staring blankly and curiously at the quiet room.

Abigail's figure appeared in front of the window. She seemed to be struggling with someone. A loud noise, similar to the sound of a cabinet falling to the ground, reached Sally's ears.

The kitten stood where it was, and didn't think of what happened in the house from the sound. The kitten raised its head slightly and sniffed the residual smell in the air. The tip of its tender nose was stained with the humidity in the air. When is the gloom all over.

looks like it's going to rain.

Sally subconsciously covered her little head, her first reaction was to protect her beautiful fur.

"Will..."

Sally murmured Will's name, looked at the sky anxiously, and ran to the cabin with hesitant steps.

The tiny footprints were on the soft soil, leading into the small black room full of dust and danger. The moment her little leather boots stepped on the floor, Alana's panicked cry came from the kitchen.

"Sally, go!"

go?

Sally blinked, where were she going?

The kitten clenched the phone tightly, and the girl's immature voice broke through the tense atmosphere, "Will, Sally made a mistake, Sally broke your phone, can you forgive me..."

However, the first person to appear in front of Sally was not Will, but the embarrassed Alana.

She seemed to be frightened, and her expression was a little caught off guard.

Can't seem to understand why this is happening.

"Sally!"

Alana staggered out of the kitchen, her legs sluggish as if she had been hit hard.

Sally was also frightened, but she quickly realized that it wasn't Alana's warning that made her respond in a timely manner, but came from the small animal's instinct for danger.

Not all girls are as brutal as Mindy.

The kitten seemed to have eyes on its back, and with an impossible flexibility, it grabbed Abigail's hand that was about to stun her. She was carrying an old radio and stood there in a daze.

"you……"

Sally pinched Abigail's hand unhappily, "What are you doing!"

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that she seemed to be friends with Will, Sally's paw would have scratched Will's eyes directly, completely eliminating the possibility of her action.

The kitten is simple, but the instinct of the beast is still there.

Cats have never been timid animals.

Abigail lost her words, she raised her cat eyes at Sally, the clear blue was as sharp as a scalpel with a cold light, with the innocence and indifference unique to girls, Abigail was light trembling.

"Hannibal..."

Abigail murmured absently.

Sally turned around subconsciously, and the shit shoveler wasn't here.

And when Alana was about to get close to Sally to bring her to him, she was knocked out by a strong arm.

Will appeared in Sally's field of vision, but he was in a bad condition.

He stood behind the unconscious Alana, silent for a long time, so long that he seemed to be a sculpture, and then started to move like a clockwork robot.

He clenched his hands, then loosened them, looked up at Sally, and walked towards her.

He was expressionless, but Sally saw him crying.

Will's smell became sour and bitter.

Sally frowned subconsciously, but the worry in her eyes became more and more intense.

"Will...you smell like Uncle."

Hannibal?

Will's steps faltered for a moment, but only for a moment, he walked up to Sally and freed Abigail's hand from Sally's, but fortunately the kitten was not aggressive.

The FBI agent, who seemed to be a little lost, smiled and pinched Sally's small face, showing what little warmth was left, "Sally, little Sally, walk with me for a while."

The kitten looked at Will in puzzlement, her body reaction made her take two steps back, but facing Will's frustrated eyes, the moist dark color attracted Sally, and she nodded slightly again.

"Abigail, can you go back to the nursing home by yourself? Maybe it won't be long before someone from the FBI will come to see you."

Abigail came back to her senses, she obviously realized the meaning of Will's words, she looked at Sally, the child who was so cute and delicate that people mistakenly thought that the doll in the window had come to life, but Abigail revealed But this girl saw another man.

Hannibal Lecter.

Abigail shook her head, she had a psychological shadow of that man.

Abigail is gone, leaving only Sally and Will.

"where are we going?"

The kitten tilted its head and looked at Will obediently.

However, in fact Will didn't know where to go. He injured Alana. Although the injury was minor, it was enough to charge him with intentional injury.

But this is not enough.

Will lowered his brows and eyes, and held Sally's hand silently. The girl's hand was warm and soft, which was completely opposite to the callused touch he felt while holding a gun all year round.

"We will go wherever you and Hannibal first met."

Will's words were a little unclear, so Sally couldn't understand what they meant.

But Sally still took Will to the woods, located in the suburbs east of Baltimore, where many hunters would choose to hunt.

The place where Hannibal picked up Sally was at the bottom of a dangerous steep slope. The light rain fell and the sky was dark, making the steep slope look more slippery and full of uncertainty.

Will's eyes were even more unpredictable than the sky. He squatted down and wiped the jade beads off Sally's face with gentle movements.

The kitten pressed its little hat and approached Will, trying to block Will's tall body from the rain.

"Will, Sally doesn't like the rain, why are we here?"

Children are always bad at hiding, Sally's confusion is clearly imprinted in her eyes, and the faint scent of goat's milk on her body becomes rich and soft under the mist of rain.

Will tried to calm Sally's uneasiness, but the corners of his lips could not be hooked.

He seemed to be occupied by more strange thoughts, and complicated clues and thoughts were active in his aching mind.

He was detached, and heard himself asking the child from the perspective of a bystander: "Little Sally, in the legend, cats have nine lives."

This sentence made Sally laugh, and the kitten bent its eyes: "It's a lie, but we kittens always have various ways to avoid fatal injuries, that's why the news is so terrible. How can there be nine lives? Still human, only one life."

Sally raised her little neck proudly, "Sally is an excellent kitten, because it's Will, that's why Sally will tell you, Sally is awesome! She won't die so easily!"

The child's flaunting words made Will want to laugh imperceptibly, but his heart was too heavy, and the ensuing needle-like pain made Will's throat roll, and he almost couldn't speak.

"Do me a favor, little Sally."

Sally grabbed Will's sleeve and looked up suspiciously, but before she could ask, Will suddenly pushed her away, and the man's unreserved strength caused the completely defenseless kitten to fall down.

The little white ball fell down a nearly vertical steep slope, and the rain became heavier and heavier, and the heavy rain soon blurred the shadow of the white ball.

Will suddenly gasped and coughed violently, half kneeling on the wet soil, holding his head in his hands, whimpering.

No matter how agile a keen kitten is, it can't completely avoid the hand of a trusted person.

Because the kitten couldn't tell whether the hand was there to comfort her or to send her to die.

Sally's gaze swiveled, and Will's dark eyes grew further and further away from hers.

He seems to be very ill.

Why don't you take medicine when you are sick?

Sally thought vaguely.

The stones and branches on the steep slope scratched the kitten's delicate skin. Sally tried to reach out her claws to grab something to stop the falling force, but the sharp stones scratched the kitten's hand. The pain-conscious child huddled and stopped When he came down, his consciousness had already begun to blur.

"Meow-"

Sally gasped weakly, and a drop of rain fell into Sally's weeping eyes.

Shit shovel... Will bullied Sally again...

Shit shovel...

Shit shovel...

In the small black room.

Hannibal stood at the kitchen door, looking around.

An excellent psychiatrist, a profiler, can judge what happened through the traces of the scene.

He has always been calm. There are very few things or people in this world that can shock Hannibal. His control of emotions is so precise that it is scary to doubt whether he still has human emotions.

"Alana, where are Sally and Will?"

Hannibal said coldly, "Maybe there are some disobedient little girls who escaped from the nursing home."

Alana sat up from the ground with a headache, she shook her head, "I don't know, but Will is dangerous, he seems to be ill..."

Hannibal: "What did you do to him?"

Alana was at a loss for a moment: "I... I didn't think why he became like this. By the way, Sally, Will seems to have taken Sally away."

"Crack-"

It seemed like a cracking sound.

Alana was startled and held her breath. She looked for the reputation, and it was a pen that Hannibal was holding in his hand before.

Alana's expression was unpredictable, she concealed her treatment of Will, which came from a certain sense of guilt in the face of the mentor, she failed, she thought she failed, because Will did not get better, but became more serious.

That pen was used by Alana for Will's treatment, and it was destroyed in Hannibal's hands at this moment.

The author has something to say: the kitten is fine, it will turn back into a kitten in the next chapter√

and will is going to jail soon hhhhh

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