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

On the football field before dusk, the students who played here in the afternoon still arrived as scheduled. A yellow-haired boy was holding the ball, waited for half an hour, and stepped on the ball impatiently.

"Hammer, will he come or not?! This is the game he agreed to! Does he want to abstain automatically if he doesn't come!"

The boy in the blue jersey was sweating on his forehead, and he called several times but no one answered. What happened to Hammer, he was out of state in the afternoon, nothing happened, right?

"Will you come?"

The other party urged him over and over again.

The boy gritted his teeth, and looked back at the soy sauce player at the back of the team: "You play for me this time, Hammer is not here, I will play his striker."

"Okay! Don't dawdle! Come, come! Take your place!"

A group of people spread out quickly, looking for a seat at the station.Black and white soccer balls are rolling fast on the green field.

Sally only glanced in that direction, then got into the car, holding the document bag that Hannibal gave her, muttering: "I asked for my own things, I haven't slept well yet."

"Go to bed at night."

"But you haven't let me touch you recently."

Sally put on her seat belt habitually, and the kitten no longer needed Hannibal's warnings for her common sense of human beings.

"Don't let me hug you, and you don't hug me, how can you let Sally sleep!"

Sally, who took Hannibal as a pillow for granted, didn't think there was anything wrong with what she said. The shit shovel should be used as a cushion for the kitten at night. ?

"You've been acting weird lately, Hannibal."

Sally turned her head to look at the silent psychiatrist. He didn't show any expression to Sally's questioning. His iron-blond hair and deep eye sockets seemed unable to accommodate the childish and boring questions of the kitten.

Until the kitten suddenly leaned over, Hannibal's hand holding the steering wheel tightened slightly.

The girl's light and warm breath smelled like goat's milk that seemed to melt into flesh and blood.

Except for the silver-white hair that seemed to be playing with her personality, the little girl was no different from an ordinary beautiful girl.

Except for the cat pupils that are too bewitching under the changing light, the eyebrows and eyes are so delicate that they seem to be drawn with a paintbrush. They are not weak, but rather tough and unruly.

Sally looked at Hannibal expressionlessly, and said word by word: "Are you..."

"What is it?"

Sally stared at him: "Did you have other cats outside!! Since you came back from get out of class just now, I smelled a bad smell of female cats on you!!!"

"Here! Here!"

Sally seemed to be reckoning, her small hands grabbed Hannibal's sleeves and the corner of his clothes, "Go take a shower! Take a shower! Go take a shower!!"

"Be good, Sally."

"Don't care! Sally don't care! You go take a bath! Otherwise, you don't want to hug your cat!!!"

The little girl's childish and intimate possessiveness, like a small animal's occupation of its own territory, is really cute.

Hannibal chuckled unconsciously, like the deep laughter blown by the wind on the strings of an elegant cello.

Not for hunting, not for those human beings who are full of contradictions and greed.

Just because of a cat, Hannibal felt different pleasure.

Hannibal watched Sally grow up, and there were no secrets between them in this world.

The human relationship that knows each other's secrets is the most dangerous and deadly, even Hannibal's most respected Mrs. Purple, Hannibal never exposed everything about himself to the other party's eyes.

Hannibal didn't trust humans.

But Sally was different.

Very subtle and strangely full of strangeness.

The car arrived home soon, and Hannibal coaxed the little girl outside in a rare good-tempered manner.

"A student brought a cat and accidentally got rubbed."

"Humph!"

Sally reluctantly believed it, and a big hand covered her head.

Hannibal ruffled her hair, and when the kitten wanted to scratch him angrily, he grabbed the other's little paw, and a slightly warm kiss fell on the kitten's curled fingertips, rubbing them dry.

It didn't seem to be any different from kissing a cat, Hannibal always liked rubbing Sally.

Rubbing her fur, her little ears, and kissing the kitten's forehead when she is in a good mood, although sometimes the kitten is angry and will give him a mouthful of cat hair.

Sally's eyes sparkled, "Sally is hungry."

After sleeping and waking up hungry, they are really small animals.

No worries at all.

"There's fish tonight."

"Wow! Awesome!"

After sleeping during the day, he was much more energetic at night. Hannibal, disturbed by her, couldn't read, so he had to rest early.

The bedroom door was locked at night, and Hannibal couldn't accept waking up in the morning to find that some brat dragged the food from the refrigerator into the bedroom and ate it all over the place.

The kitten snuggled into Hannibal's arms, and before the other party asked the old gentleman to lecture her on lady manners, she quickly interrupted her nonsense, "Sally is your cat, you don't want to warm your cat's nest, you Who do you want to warm up for!!"

Hannibal: "..."

What a broken logic.

The old gentleman was obsessed with something that the kitten didn't know. He pinched the little girl by the back of the neck and pulled her away. The kitten's limbs were wrapped around Hannibal's body and he would not let go.

The two of them were deadlocked on the bed.

The kitten is like a glutinous rice ball, sticking to the chopsticks.

Hannibal: "...you've grown up, Sally, you're a girl with privacy, normal human girls don't sleep with their parents at this age."

The kitten howled dryly: "Sally is cold QAQ Sally has no hair and can't warm herself when she grew up QAQ Sally will get sick, she will take medicine when she is sick, and she will go to the hospital after taking medicine, Sally is so sad when she goes to the hospital QAQ! "

Sally was in tears, and her blue cat pupils were moist. Seeing Hannibal frowned, she immediately opened the gate to release the flood.

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

The kitten meows when it gets excited, which probably can't be changed.

Hannibal couldn't resist her, and directly pressed the cat's face into the soft pillow, his tone was so heavy that he could almost drip, "Sleep."

In the boundless night, the kitten lay on the pillow with its eyes closed for a while, listening to Hannibal's breathing, it seemed to fall asleep, and then nestled back into his arms, cautiously thinking that it would not be found.

The little expression is quite serious.

Sally buried her face in Hannibal's chest, feeling that the shit shoveler was really despicable, she was used to this nest, and wanted her to change it.

"Don't move your nest, don't move."

The kitten muttered softly.

But Sally closed her eyes and rested for a long time and couldn't fall asleep.

The surroundings are quiet, and the blanket is warm, and Sally can be warm even without hair.

But Sally suddenly thought of Will.

Sally smelled Will on Alana today.

Alana may have met Will and went to Hannibal again.

Only Sally doesn't know...

Sally didn't want to know either.

Sally looked at the ceiling, not feeling sleepy.

For a long time, it was late at night.

She glanced at Hannibal, hesitated for a moment, and then did a magic trick.

The bulge on one side of the quilt instantly collapsed, and Sally transformed back into the form of a cat, and quickly jumped out of the bed.

Before opening the window, Sally told Hannibal obediently: "Go for a walk, Sally is full."

Sally felt that she was still very good, and then jumped out of the window.

Hannibal on the bed slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the wide open window, but didn't close it. He let the wind blow in, turned on the bedside lamp, found a book in German, and leaned on the bed. head looking.

The psychiatrist in blue pajamas under the lamp is like a painting with rich ink and color.

Before Sally grew up, Sally had a period of crazy swinging between the image of a human and a kitten. Thanks to the blessing of that period, Sally gradually learned to switch modes freely.

The white ball stood out like a lighthouse on the sea in the night, but she was petite and vigilant, and she was fast. She ran to Rick's house, climbed over the wall, and turned back into a human by the window sill.

She hasn't seen Will for a long time, and the smell on Will's body is getting weaker and weaker. Sally can't find Will, and she doesn't know where the prison is.

But Rick, the police chief's son, must know.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Rick was still doing homework for his hobby class, playing with gunpla, his father was still on duty tonight, and his mother was very good at taking care of his skin, and never went to bed after ten o'clock every night.

In the whole family, he was alone playing with the models.

"Rick!"

The sound of knocking on the window sounded, and Rick immediately turned his head and looked over vigilantly.

"Sally!"

Rick ran to the window with a surprised smile, opened the window, and the blond boy was full of joy: "Did you come here specially to play with me?"

Sally shook her head honestly: "No."

Rick: "...you should lie to me."

"But there's a super fun game, Rick, do you want to play with Sally?"

Rick's green eyes rekindled anticipation, and he didn't ask what game it was, "Hmm!"

"Come on, come down."

Rick leaned on the window and looked down. He had never turned over the window, he hesitated: "From here? Actually, I can go through the door..."

Sally jumped back to the ground, opened her hands, and made a small letter with a trustworthy look: "Don't be afraid, Sally is here and will protect you!"

The kitten doesn't think there is any difference between climbing the window and walking the front door, as long as it can come out.

Rick felt that this was also part of the game, and he didn't want to be looked down upon by Sally.

The little boy plucked up his courage, took a few deep breaths, and jumped down.

Sally's eyes widened, but she was really protecting him so that he would not hurt herself.

Rick took the ashes off his body, looked up and asked, "Where are we going?"

Sally took Rick's hand and walked out, but she didn't notice Rick's face as red as a tomato.

When she grew up, Sally was half a head taller than Rick, and she was still a child, and only children could play together.

"Do you know Will Graham?"

Rick: "I know."

"Then do you know where he is being held?"

"Well... Sally, what do you want to do?"

Before going to bed, the kitten loosened her hair, without the hair tie. The kitten had long hair that was shining in the moonlight, smiling like a cat, although she was really a cat.

"How about visiting the prison at night?"

Rick: "..."

The author has something to say: Miscalculation, Will will appear in the next chapter 23333333