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

Have you tried playing on your phone in the middle of the night?

Have you tried hiding under the covers and playing with your mobile phone in the middle of the night?

Have you ever tried hiding under the covers in the middle of the night without telling your parents and turning down the screen brightness and sound to play on your phone?

He covered his mouth even when he laughed, trembling like a Parkinson.

Yes, I tried.

Sally also started to try, but the kitten didn't care about being caught by Hannibal at all, the screen was so bright that it seemed to blind people's eyes in the dark, seeing interesting content, the kitten rolled around on the bed, smiling coquettishly And crisp people.

She forgot to take a bath, forgot to brush her teeth, Hannibal still carried her and put her on the sink as she was a child, stuffed a toothbrush and a cup in his hand, the kitten seemed to be winding up the engine, and began to brush her teeth habitually Wash your face, take a shower.

A small girl sat on the large sink, dangling her calves, humming a song she heard on YouTube, while brushing her teeth, her mouth was full of foam, she thought of something, and laughed out loud, rubbing the toothbrush on her hand On Hannibal's forehead, white toothpaste left a white mark on his face.

Hannibal looked at his cat nonchalantly.

His cat didn't feel apologetic, and rather perfunctorily raised his hand to wipe Hannibal's forehead.

Then he quickly rinsed his mouth, passed the water briefly under the shower, climbed onto the bed, got into the bed, took out the mobile phone from under the pillow, connected it to the power bank, and continued to indulge in the Internet.

Hannibal took care of the few hairs that Sally had shed, and he didn't want the plumber from last time to show up at the house a second time.

The bathroom still retains the aroma of the fruity shower gel that children like. On the counter, there are two rows of bath products, one row is all pink, the other row is all black, the same brand, but different series.

The taste is also very different.

Since when, Hannibal's territory is full of these girls' things.

Even his desk was filled with puzzles from Sally, childish versions of Patin Bear.

After taking a shower and putting on a bathrobe, Hannibal brushed his damp iron-blonde hair back, sorted out the documents and notes mixed in the puzzle in the study, and then went back to his room to rest.

Sally was curled up in the bed, and when Hannibal got into bed, he rolled over naturally like a gummy candy.

"Hannibal, what time do you get up tomorrow morning? Sally set the alarm clock for you!"

"unnecessary."

Hannibal pushed back the raised cat's head, sleepy.

Reluctantly, Sally arched the quilt, leaned close to Hannibal's face, eager to try, "Try it, I will definitely wake you up on time!"

"It's time for you to sleep, Sally."

Hannibal turned off the bedside lamp, and the room was plunged into darkness for a moment.

But the screen of the phone in Sally's hand was so bright that she could see a radius of two meters.

"Hannibal~Hannibal~~Hannibal~~!!"

The kitten kicked back and forth in Hannibal's arms, and Sally still kept the cat's habits in certain behaviors, such as when she acted like a baby, she liked to nest in Hannibal's arms, revealing her soft and white belly.

It's a pity that Sally has no hair, but Sally still likes to lie down, showing her soft belly willfully, waiting for Hannibal to rub her.

Hannibal's embrace was generous and warm, no matter how noisy Sally was, she was still in Hannibal's arms.

His body wasn't soft either, it was even a bit hard.

"Don't make trouble."

Hannibal's voice was hoarse and low in the night.

But his cat's intention of begging is too obvious.

No shit shoveler can resist his own soft and cute kitten, showing the most undefended and softest parts to himself.

What are you doing in a daze, just start masturbating.

Hannibal is obviously no different from ordinary shit shovelers in terms of licking cats.

He loves Sally's softness and warmth, whether it is Sally as a kitten or Sally as a girl.

Soon Sally could only meow in comfort, gurgling in her throat, squinting her blue cat eyes, her little head tilted on Hannibal's neck, the corners of her eyes were moist and red, extremely gorgeous.

Hannibal's eyes were deep, and he called softly, "Sally."

I don’t know which book Hannibal read this name from, and it settled down on the kitten that was picked up.

Loving, lingering.

With ambiguous sighs and surges.

But at this time, Sally transformed back into a little white cat in comfort, her limbs were paralyzed, she was dazed, and she licked her own meat pad with her pink tongue.

Hannibal: "..."

Suddenly want to make soup.

The screen of the phone was on, and the time was set by Sally at 07:30.

One person and one cat spend together every night as usual.

It's just that Sally swam quietly on the verge of being stewed again tonight.

Then, on the second day, Sally was swinging wildly on the verge of being stewed again. She woke up at 07:30, held her mobile phone, and waited for the alarm to ring at [-]:[-]. She set the alarm for the first time and succeeded. The kitten, as if it had eaten its favorite dried fish, jumped three feet high in excitement.

Hannibal's bed is bouncy.

Sally jumped, and Hannibal was bounced back.

Hannibal: "...Sally, are you hungry?"

Sally shook her head honestly, "No, Sally just thinks the alarm clock is fun!!"

Hannibal: "..."

So the first thing Hannibal did when he was woken up was to strangle Sally's neck, press her into the pillow and force her to sleep for another half hour.

The story about how Hannibal's cat severely dumped Jack's face, and together with her little friend beat the FBI's most promising detective to fly, quickly spread to various groups of colleagues.

Because it can't be concealed, it's true that Jack is black, but it's easy to notice that there is a bruise in the eye.

Alana returns from the nursing home, and Abigail is mentally stable according to her attending doctor.

However, she refused to respond to any of Will's confessions.

She is like a tightly closed shell, full of scrutiny and vigilance towards the outside world.

Who can pry open her shell?

Will?

No, he is in prison, let alone let Will contact Abigail, Alana and Jack can't guarantee whether there will be any effect.

That female reporter, Freddy, wandered back and forth between Abigail's nursing home and Will's prison day after day. She was not afraid of anything, and her audacity was shocking.

And in Will's trial court, the mysterious killer almost provocatively killed the bailiff, pushing the case into the misty abyss again.

They were the ones who said Will was guilty, and they were the ones who now suspected someone else of the impersonator.

Justice seems perpetually full of drama.

The play goes on on stage, while other people's lives go on.

Hannibal assists Jake with case profiling, which is just one aspect of Hannibal Lecter's rich and interesting routine.

He went to visit Abigail, in the name of an elder.

This gloomy and quiet girl was lying on the hospital bed, looking at Hannibal who appeared at the door, she trembled subconsciously, maybe she didn't realize it herself, she was afraid of Hannibal, but she couldn't bear the thought of resisting.

Maybe knowing it's futile, or maybe because—"We're supposed to be on the same side, Abigail."

The psychiatrist gently patted Abigail's shoulder with his warm hand, and his words were extremely deceptive: "I never blamed you."

Abigail moistened her eyes: "You know?"

"Are you referring to your petty actions with Will? Or did you assist your father in killing those innocent girls?"

When Will's empathy ability also has omissions, he generally can't think of it, and Abigail, whom he sympathizes with, doesn't need his extra pity at all.

The man in the gray trench coat had a gentle smile. Abigail could predict that he would come to the nursing home. Numerous nurse sisters blushed and watched his back.

He is not a young man full of youth, he has a charming mature charm, like obsidian at the bottom of a sedimented lake.

The image of another girl appeared in Abigail's mind.

"It was you who called my father that day?"

Abigail finally asked, lowering her voice, "Are you the Chesapeake Ripper?"

The confounding imitator.

Hannibal avoided Abigail's second question and answered the former selectively, "The purpose of my call is to hope that your father will take you away before the police arrive. I'm sorry, Abigail. "

The black-haired girl clenched her hands: "But you should know that my father won't escape!!"

"So, it was an amazing matchup."

Hannibal lowered his eyes and stared at Abigail: "There are things in this world that are brighter and more beautiful than life and death."

Abigail pursed her lips, her chest rose and fell, and she asked with a slightly extreme voice: "For example?"

"Like, a cat."

Abigail: "..."

What kind of strange answer is this? !

However, the psychiatrist is not interested in answering Abigail, he is not really here to enlighten a lost girl.

Will moved much faster than he expected.

The admirer of Will, to be precise, the admirer of the Cheek Pizza Ripper committed several cases, successfully attracting Hannibal's attention.

So, today, when Jack came to visit, the dish Hannibal made for him came from a totem-loving calf leg, cut to the perfect size with a saw, wrapped with string to hold the shape, sprinkled with spices, Hanni Pull out the rosemary, put it into the pan and fry on both sides.

According to different tastes and hobbies, side dishes can be added as appropriate. This is a favorite dish of Hannibal, but after raising a cat, Hannibal seldom cooks those complicated meals because of Sally’s fuss .

Cut into diced radish and onion, pour brandy over it, the hot flame rises, and the light shines into the calm and indifferent eyes of the cook.

Finally, it is topped with sweet and sour juice, and the orange-red flesh falls on the crispy skin of fried shallots, which is very delicious.

"I'm really falling in love with your house, Hannibal, can I apply to live here?"

Hannibal put all the meals on the table and wiped off the water on his hands, "Then my rent is not cheap."

Jack sighed: "The rent is not a problem. I don't dare to offend your child. Raising children is really a skill. I think I have to learn from you."

Jack was telling the truth.

If Sally was a good little cat, there would be no wayward cats in the world.

Hannibal took a sip of the red wine, hiding the curve of his lips.

"Where's Sally?"

Hannibal cut a piece of meat, the meat was half-cooked, the inside was bloodshot red, against the white plate, the impact of the color was like art.

"She doesn't like this dish."

Sally's cat had a different diet, and it had been like this every time since Jack left, which was probably one of the reasons Sally hated Jack.

The author has something to say: No, this one is too sweet. I feel that the author has written a bit too much. What do you think?

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