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

The most intuitive difference between the kitten and the girl, apart from the jumping-up size, is that Sally's way of shoveling shit officials has become more and more varied.

Language is an amazing skill.

At least when Sally rebutted confidently, she was far more convincing than before when she only had a hairy "meow meow".

Especially when Sally found that Hannibal no longer gave her annoying lectures and lessons, and only stared at her calmly, the kitten took it for granted that this was the prelude to Hannibal's compromise.

In those deep and charming eyes, there is a quiet and deep color flowing.

What was he thinking about?

Maybe it's hunting, maybe it's a more primitive and romantic impulse.

But what Sally thinks is to take advantage of the victory and pursue, she can't give Shovel the illusion that his cat is easy to bully.

The status of the family must be Sally at the top, there is no room for relaxation!

"You can't bully Sally!"

"You can't ask Sally to know everything! The only cats who know everything are stray cats! As a domestic cat, Sally, Sally is your responsibility!"

"You brought Sally home. Sally is your master cat. You are the excrement officer. No matter how human Sally looks, Sally is really just a cute kitten."

The more Sally spoke, the more she choked up, her eyes were red, unlike cats and rabbits, "Sally's status in the family is not as high as before! You don't love Sally anymore!"

Sally raised her hand to wipe her tears, "If you bully Sally again, Sally will really run away from home!"

It's not that Sally can't find a backup shit shovel officer.

Will is sick, he can't go there, Rick is just a friend, he can't take on the responsibility of being a shit shovel officer, Sally has few friends, Peter is in New York, Sally has never been to New York, strange place , The kitten has no sense of security.

The more I think about it, the more sad I feel.

The kitten raised its head, and suddenly cried out with a "wow".

But compared to the kitten's miserable mood, Hannibal was extremely happy and in an indescribably good mood. He rubbed Sally's little head and messed up the little girl's soft hair before he stopped.

Hannibal bent down and hugged his cat into his arms, his thick, powerful hands patting the kitten's slender back gently reassuringly.

Without the previous lessons and sternness, the cold and dangerous psychiatrist finally sighed softly, his sharp aura restrained slightly.

Her body was as soft and delicate as a boneless body, a puddle of melted marshmallow exuding a sweet fragrance, sobbing coquettishly in Hannibal's arms.

The shirt on his chest was a little wet with tears, his cat raised its head from his embrace, revealing its big and watery blue eyes, its bright red mouth was quite aggrieved, its lips trembling, "Quickly say you Wrong!! You said it, and Sally will forgive you!"

His cat is acting like a baby.

Unconsciously, pretending to be ferocious, in fact, the cat's ears popped out, trembling fur.

Hannibal has always been unable to resist Sally's coquettishness.

Only in this respect, Hannibal's performance is no different from ordinary cat owners.

But Hannibal is not a cat lover in the ordinary sense, he only loves this cat named Sally.

Sally can always get a lot of pampering from Hannibal with this skill, and this time is no exception.

The shit shovel officer covered the kitten's ears with his hands, and said with a low smile, "Okay, I was wrong."

Once pampering became a habit, when the two argued, Hannibal was always the one to compromise.

His cat is always persistent, narrow-minded, and loses his temper in a particularly naive and cute place.

Hannibal's thinking was occasionally led astray by Sally.

It wasn't a good sign, but strangely, Hannibal didn't take it seriously.

His cat is actually very well-behaved, and for psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter, Sally is already very well-behaved.

Baltimore's nights will not be bleak because of the spread of darkness, and people are still loyal to finding happiness in the chaotic land.

Prosperous and extravagant, crimes are happening all the time here.

The little case Sally was involved in wasn't anything complicated at all.

The only thing worthy of scrutiny is the man who was sent to the hospital by Sally.

Hannibal's friend in the hospital told Hannibal that the man did not fall into a coma because of his injuries, but that he had inhaled a narcotic drug called meth.

Doctors found a vial of drugs on the man.

Hannibal went to the hospital, thinking he might be able to find some surprising information about that man.

Sally's social circle is very narrow, so narrow that it is impossible for her to be deliberately targeted by a strange murderer, and Sally was implicated.

Either because of Hannibal, or because of Will.

The man on the hospital bed was forced to wake up, his vision changed from blurred to clear, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the person beside the bed clearly.

The smiling psychiatrist checked the time on his watch.

"We have 10 minutes to get to know each other."

The man's facial muscles twitched subconsciously because of fear. He moved his eyeballs stiffly and looked at the needle tube held by the psychiatrist. There was an unknown medicinal liquid flowing in the needle tube, which was connected to his infusion bag.

This is a mandatory conversation.

He couldn't refuse.

It's [-]:[-] in the morning.

Sally, who was drowsy in the car, heard the sound of the door opening and closing in a trance. The parking lot of the hospital was silent, and the existence of a car was not conspicuous.

Sally rubbed her sleepy eyes, leaned on the seat, and said vaguely: "It's been a long time..."

Hannibal took off the disposable gloves on his hands, rolled them into balls and threw them into the trash can. He got into the car and helped Sally, who was about to fall down under the car seat in a daze, to his right.

The phone is automatically connected to the car stereo, and a Wandering Child single is looped.

Hannibal tore off the paper film of the band-aids, a cat pattern, a kitten with white hair and blue eyes, with its tail circled, looking proudly at all the customers who bought the band-aids.

Sally was injured on the pad of her left index finger, which seemed to be scratched by something sharp, and a piece of skin was broken.

If Hannibal had bandaged it later, Sally's wound would have scabbed over.

But the kitten is very afraid of pain.

The bandage wrapped around the kitten's slender index finger, and the faint smell of medicine was barely audible.

Sally was very obedient, especially Sally who was entangled by sleepiness, her eyes were half-opened, staring blankly at Hannibal.

Sally thought that Hannibal had admitted his mistake to her, and they had already reconciled, and she had complete trust and dependence on him.

"Hannibal, Sally is your cat, you must treat Sally well."

Sally said these words softly, and then yawned in a daze.

Sally is Hannibal's cat.

Sally belongs to Hannibal.

There is no grammar more alluring than this possessive sentence pattern.

Hannibal was pleased with the words almost instantly.

"Sally."

Hannibal straightened Sally's long hair, ran his big hands through the cool strands of hair, a few strands wrapped around Hannibal's forearm softly, in the dim car, like pure white satin, his hand stayed On the back of the girl's head, the other hand was pressed on the seat, deep breaths intertwined with shallow long breaths.

The dark shadow covered all of Sally's vision, and the drowsiness that kept pulling her down gradually faded away. She thought that the one who shoveled shit was just eating her ears.

Why are you obsessed with your mouth now?

It all stemmed from some kind of primitive and romantic impulse, which only proved that Hannibal has a meticulous mind and means, after all, in front of Sally, he is just a man who shovels shit and kisses her.

Sally may not know much about the complexity and sympathy of human beings, just because one sentence can ignite all the flames.

Hannibal was always restrained and calm, even his love and intimacy with Sally was taken for granted and tasted lightly.

And at this moment, Hannibal's closeness was tinged with a certain aggressiveness.

The sensitive Sally immediately noticed the change in Hannibal's purpose.

But he was too heavy, almost the whole body was pressed on the kitten's body, and the seat was lowered unconsciously.

The atmosphere became strange and ambiguous.

But subconsciously, Sally felt something was wrong.

"Hannibal."

Panting, Hannibal heard his cat's innocent words: "You're so hard, it hit Sally."

Then, Hannibal was kicked away by the painful kitten.

Hannibal didn't fight back either, apparently being kicked sober by his cat.

Sally was completely out of sleepiness, and stared at Hannibal with bright eyes open without saying a word.

Hannibal remained silent for 2 minutes, everything was as usual.

"go home."

The car starts and leaves the parking lot.

It was as if the matter had been uncovered.

But only Sally and Hannibal knew whether it was revealed or not.

Will's request to help solve the case was granted, and he left the prison that bound him.

After Vincent heard the news that the victim had woken up, he rushed over immediately. He wanted to learn from the mouth the evidence that the kid had hurt someone.

However, the hospital informed Vincent that the man suddenly left the hospital last night, and no one knew where he went.

After many days, Will stood at the door of the house again, the same as when he left, except that the grass in front of the yard had grown taller, and Winston was not waiting for him to come back at the door. When he was just in prison, Will asked Alana to take his dog away. Send it to the pet care center, and pick up Winston and the others tomorrow.

Everything changes.

Will pulled out the grass in front of the yard with his bare hands, patted his hands clean, and then opened the door and entered the house.

The furniture in the room was stained with dust, and the arrangement was still the same as when Will left, and there was a cup of tea on the table.

Will was a little dazed for a moment, and stood there silently, not knowing what to think.

There was a noise coming from the window, and Will thought it was a mouse, but when he got closer, he found that it was a little white cat whose waist was pinched by the window frame.

Will smiled slowly, and said in surprise, "Sally!"

"Stop laughing! Come and save Sally!"

Will quickly rescued Sally from the window, and the fallen kitten instantly turned into a beautiful girl.

There was nothing to eat in the refrigerator in the room, so Will had to boil some water and add some honey to moisten the throat of the kitten running all the way.

After he settled down, Will asked, "Why are you here?"

Hannibal probably wouldn't let his cat come to see him.

Besides, Sally is no ordinary cat.

Will vaguely sensed Hannibal's concern for Sally.

He waited for Sally to answer.

But Sally was holding the honey water, her face was tangled and complicated, her whole body was shrouded in shadow, and she had the sense of sight of growing mushrooms in the corner.

"Alana has a date with Hannibal."

Will: "Dating?"

Sally used a very misleading word.

I don't know what the kitten made up in her head, but her expression was like a poor little girl who witnessed her stepfather looking for her stepmother.

"Hannibal may be courting."

That's why Hannibal was so weird that night.

"Auntie Alana is a wonderful woman."

Sally took a sip of the honey water, and said in disbelief, "So Sally, who is of a different species, should give them some space."

Will, who has just been released from prison and has not recovered: "..."

Hannibal, who was discussing the new case and Will's recent situation with Alana: "..."

Brain holes are a good thing, but it's a pity that Sally's mind is almost leaking.

Sally looked at Will: "Will, do you have such a few days every year?"

Will was expressionless: "No, I didn't."

The author has something to say: the biggest event of this article is about to usher, and it is also a turning point. Whether it is the development of the plot or the development of the relationship, it is a big event. Those who have watched the second part of the American drama Hannibal should know what the author is talking about _(:з」∠)_