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

When the storm was approaching, Hannibal's banquet was not held at the right time.

In particular, his frequent hunting in the past few days has attracted the attention of the FBI. Will has long been afraid of him, and almost sensitively affirms that there must be something wrong with the ingredients in this banquet.

Those corpses all lost some part of the body, or a liver, or a limb.

Disgusting.

"You can choose to trust me, it doesn't do you any harm, it's just a validation of an idea."

Will persuaded Jack, "The successive murders have the same modus operandi. The murderer must be a doctor who is proficient in human body structure and good at using a scalpel. Hannibal used to be a surgeon. Jack, don't you have a second doubt?" past him?"

Jack couldn't deny Will's words, he did doubt it, but he dismissed it.

And Will's words aroused Jack's suspicion again.

If it was before, Jack probably wouldn't believe Will's words.

But recently, Hannibal has been hunting too frequently, and he seems to be tired of the gunpowder hidden under the skin of wild animals, and he has begun to have more peculiar interests.

Will couldn't empathize with Hannibal's thoughts on this.

But one thing, Will is very clear, this case, the day when the truth surfaced only when Hannibal showed his flaws.

Hannibal is a man who is so clever and meticulous that he can get the truth. He can only wait for this man to show his flaws on his own initiative.

But Will was tired of waiting in silence.

If there is no flaw, then create a flaw.

Jack finally listened to Will's advice, but it was all done in secret, and he went to ask for a piece of meat for the banquet, of course, he used a very normal excuse.

Hannibal didn't seem suspicious.

It's just that the little girl next to him who always looked down on Jack muttered unhappily: "Hypocrisy."

Kittens can always easily distinguish whether the breath of a person is good or malicious.

Jack, whose breath changed slightly, was caught by Sally in an instant.

"Sally, you should look like a lady."

Hannibal stopped Sally's impolite behavior and apologized to Jack. The psychiatrist's deep eyes that couldn't see clearly made Jack feel inexplicably confused.

Hannibal is not a pure American. His face is more restrained than that of Americans, and his outline is sharp and sharp like a knife. When he stares at people with no expression on his face, he gives people a creepy feeling of being stared into the abyss, so Hannibal’s The eyes are always vaguely mixed with a gentle smile, which neutralizes the overly aggressive aura.

For the first time, Jack realized that maybe the Hannibal he knew was only part of what Hannibal wanted him to see.

This discovery made Jack feel heavy. He gave the meat to Beverly for testing. The test results came out quickly, and it was ordinary beef.

However, Jack's heart did not calm down.

"I have a feeling,"

Will said: "Hannibal tricked us all. Since half a month ago, the victims of those murders with high density have lost their body tissues. However, this is not the first time he committed a crime. Why? How many times have we discovered it? Before that? Where did Hannibal kill other victims before?"

Will became agitated, a hangover from his empathy, even after his headaches had healed.

Jack: "Solve the admirer's case first, Will."

"But--"

"You have no proof! Will!"

Jack raised his voice to remind Will.

Will's eyes were gloomy and he remained silent.

Beverly has been observing Will, and she said cautiously: "You are too obsessed with Hannibal, you can try to investigate from other angles, I will help you, I believe in you, Will."

"...Thank you, Beverly."

The female forensic doctor Beverly smiled, "We can try to find other files, maybe we will find different clues."

The matter of the banquet was over.

However, for the parties, this is a very, very boring banquet.

Hannibal hadn't held a banquet for a long time, and the guests who came to participate included painters, businessmen, writers, and government officials. They also expressed their surprise that Hannibal held a banquet after so many years.

And they were even more surprised by the girl beside Hannibal.

Aside from the white hair dyed rebelliously in adolescence, the little girl is beautiful and well-behaved. When she looks at people with sapphire eyes, she seems to be able to easily seduce people's hearts. She doesn't talk often, and only smiles sweetly, showing cute little tiger teeth , sly like a restless kitten.

Weird and fascinating contrasts.

"The legendary Hannibal's girlfriend."

The girlfriend who keeps scratching Hannibal's neck with claw marks.

Wow, looks so young.

Everyone thought so, and their eyes inevitably showed some inexplicable understanding and ambiguity.

There are also some people who are self-righteous and confident, chatting with Hannibal about work matters.

There are all kinds of people.

But all equally stupid.

"It's annoying, Sally knows you feel the same way."

The psychiatrist smiled indulgently, neither admitting nor refuting.

After the banquet, the little girl kicked off her low-heeled shoes, and the little white shoes fell into the flower bed. Sally carried her dress down the steps, stepped on the ground with her bare feet, and turned her head impatiently to urge Hanni pull.

"Slowly! I said earlier that I should do it at home! It's troublesome and unhappy to come out!"

Hannibal took Sally's coat from the attendant, "The house is not suitable for banquets."

His cat had lost his temper, partly due to Jack, and possibly to Alana, who had been trying to curry favor with Sally at the party.

It's no wonder that Sally is happy, a woman who covets the shit shovel officer, Sally's good impression of her has ended that night.

"Is it cold?"

Sally shook her head, frowned, and watched Hannibal retrieve the shoe she kicked off in the flower bed. He was surprisingly good-tempered tonight, but Sally knew that Hannibal was in a bad mood because of those stupid people at the banquet. It was rock bottom.

The calmer he was, the worse his mood became.

"Why are you holding back when you're unhappy?"

Sally looked around, "There are no outsiders around, and Sally won't dislike you."

"yes."

Hannibal didn't believe his cat's nonsense.

He squatted down halfway and motioned for Sally to raise her feet. The little girl's feet were white and tender, and they were right in the palm of her hand.

Hannibal is used to taking care of Sally, and the shit shovel is hopeless.

Sally was also used to being looked after.

However, in the eyes of others, it is a bit weird.

After putting on her shoes, Sally turned around and continued down the steps, but saw Alana standing at the bottom of the steps.

She was wearing a fiery red dress, and her full chest was ready to be seen. She and Sally were two completely different types of girls. Even as long as he was a normal man, he would choose Alana instead of the immature Sally.

"I thought, Hannibal, you wouldn't bow your head for anyone."

Alana pulled out a forced smile, "I hope I'm wrong, even if it's a relative, Hannibal, you don't have to..."

Hannibal: "Sally is special."

Alana: "How special? Hannibal, I know I'm a little sensitive, Sally is your aunt's child, you have a responsibility to her, but, she has grown up! She is really special, after all, I haven't seen her." No child can grow up suddenly, but there are always miracles in this world."

"Sally should be independent, she should live alone."

Alana was surprisingly talkative, and she had a terrible thought in her mind, but she hoped it wasn't true.

However, Hannibal has no patience and interest to discuss with Alana here how he should treat his cat. He pities Alana because she is his student, but Alana obviously cares too much.

But this wasn't the time to argue with Alana, nor was Hannibal in the mood to argue with his student over such a sentimental matter.

Hannibal was too sensible, but Sally was not.

The kitten heard what Alana was saying, yes!The ears of the two cats stood up high and they heard it! !

She tried to abduct the shit shovel! !

Sally suddenly hugged Hannibal's arm tightly, holding Hannibal with a positive attitude that was not present in the whole banquet, her eyes were full of vigilance, "Aunt Alana! Are you trying to persuade Hannibal to abandon Sally?!"

Alana immediately retorted: "No..."

Alana's concept is correct, she is an independent person, and there is nothing wrong with letting Sally live independently, but she thinks too simply about the relationship between Sally and Hannibal.

"go home!"

Sally didn't want to see Alana and dragged Hannibal away.

The kitten is suddenly possessive.

Hannibal was in a good mood. After passing by the distraught Alana, he finally couldn't bear it and said softly, "I hope our relationship is not so fragile, Alana."

Alana trembled all over, and gradually recovered.

"Will you, need me?"

The psychiatrist's smile was too perfect, so perfect that it was hypocritical: "Of course, Will's condition is very complicated, and I need you to help me look at him."

There was always something magical about Hannibal.

A few words, bewitching people's hearts.

Sally's face was blue with anger, and she dragged Hannibal to the parking lot, stepping on small steps and making noise.

Before getting in the car, Sally couldn't bear her temper, and pressed Hannibal, the kitten forced Hannibal on its toes, and asked him: "Alana is not as cute as Sally! I don't have cats like Sally Touch your ears! What do you need from her! No! No!"

The head of the kitten standing on tiptoe was barely enough to reach Hannibal's shoulders. Her eyes were round and round, and her sapphires shone brightly in the night.

Hannibal let her cat bully him, half-smile: "That's fair, Sally."

Sally gritted her teeth: "What is fair?"

"You have friends, and I have friends. If you like Will, I can like you too..."

The kitten pressed Hannibal's mouth fiercely, preventing him from saying something that would make Sally angry.

The kitten's hand was soft and small, but Hannibal still used a little force to pull her little hand away. He was much stronger than Sally, both in terms of size and strength.

But a qualified excrement shoveler will always show weakness in front of his cat appropriately.

Hannibal stared at Sally, with emotions in his eyes that kittens couldn't understand, lingering and ambiguous, "Just using hands can't stop me, Sally, you can try other methods."

"For example, here."

Hannibal touched the kitten's lips, pink and full, pouting like strawberry pudding when angry.

The gnashing of teeth is also very cute.

"You are annoying!"

Sally is very smart, so smart that it makes people crazy.

The kitten yanked off Hannibal's tie, and the psychiatrist also bent down very cooperatively.

Everything will come naturally.

It's just that the kitten's kiss was too young and innocent, as if she thought it was just pasted.

But it doesn't matter, her shit shovel officer will teach her well.

After the banquet, Will and Hannibal met for the first time in the study of Hannibal's home. Will made a psychological appointment. His headaches were cured, but his mental illness was getting worse.

Neither had the murder of days ahead, or Jack's suspicions.

Regular counseling by a psychiatrist.

Sally went out to Mrs. Coston's class today.

It's just that there are traces of Sally everywhere in this house.

When it was about to end, Hannibal suddenly asked, "Have you ever killed anyone?"

Will froze for a moment, "In a few missions, we had to be killed in an emergency."

"I don't mean murder in a passive situation."

Hannibal used the rather active word murder.

Will he understood what Hannibal meant.

"No, but I have someone I really want to kill."

Hannibal became interested and motioned for Will to continue.

"In dreams, in fantasies, I want to kill you every minute."

Will didn't observe Hannibal's expression, he continued: "You are a very good psychiatrist, Hannibal, but it was a disaster for me, you released the demon in my heart, you framed me in prison, You made me lose everything normal, and I became like you."

Hannibal smiled: "Face your true self, Will, no one can force you, it's just your inner desire."

"I want to kill you."

Will doesn't seem to understand Hannibal's nonchalant reaction, no, he's responsive, slightly interested.

Will thought he could probably guess what Hannibal was thinking.

Hannibal must have thought Will was broken, as bad as he was.

"Sally should be happy, Will."

Hannibal suddenly mentioned Sally.

"You can join us."

Will clenched his hands for a moment, but he didn't say anything after all.

As he was leaving Hannibal's house, he happened to meet Sally and Coston coming home from class.

The little girl took Koston's hand and said something with a smile. Will stood there and waited for a long time. When the two got closer, Sally finally found Will.

"Will?"

The kitten subconsciously looked at Will's pocket and hand, "Are you here to play with Sally?"

Will smiled warmly, his brown eyes were flooded with gentleness, and he took out a bag of dried fish and a few pieces of candy from his pocket, "Come to see you, and by the way, please ask Hannibal to give me psychological treatment."

Will was sick, and Sally wasn't surprised that he came to see Hannibal.

The kitten took the dried fish, and Coston rubbed Sally's little head, telling her to eat less snacks. Sally agreed with a serious face, but immediately tore open the bag and ate without any scruples after Coston left. eat.

"Will your illness Hannibal can't cure."

Will asked in surprise, "Why?"

Of course it can't be cured.

Hannibal is broken.

Sally curled her lips, but she knew in her heart that Hannibal was broken, but Sally still didn't say it, "Hannibal has been treated for so long, and you are still sick, which means that his profession is too bad, you should find another psychiatrist Bar."

The kitten shows care and kindness to Will in her own way.

Will was speechless for a moment, his eyes were slightly warm.

"Thank you, Sally, I'm fine."

Will can't explain to Sally that he's healed.

Because his illness cannot be cured.

The FBI archives were dug out to find information about those murders, including cases a few years ago. Cases with similar tactics were also found. The Ripper had a distinctive style of crime. It was disclosed in front of the FBI like an art exhibit, but even so, they still could not find a clue as to the true identity of the Ripper.

Like finding a needle in a haystack, Beverly sighed with a headache.

She flipped through the file, "We can't confirm that Hannibal is the Ripper. From a legal standpoint, Hannibal is innocent."

"Look for it first, I'll go out for a while."

Beverly took off the medical examiner's white coat and went out.

Jack was left alone, frowning at the pile of documents, "Could it be that Will was really wrong?"

Should he continue to trust Will...?

As for Will, he decided to break through the line of defense of the admirers first, but at this time, Beverly sent a text message.

【Perhaps you are right. If Hannibal is the Ripper, then the recorded case must not be his first crime. He cannot be perfect. He must have leftover evidence that has not been destroyed in time. 】

Will stared at the text message, suddenly realized something, and immediately called.

"Beverly! What do you want to do?! Immediately, give up your thoughts!!"

Beverly drove to the street opposite Hannibal's house, puzzled: "I will wait for them to go out before going in to investigate, well, I know, I don't have a search warrant, but I have to use a very special Means, Will, I thought you understood, and I believed in you."

Will took a deep breath and remained calm, "Listen to me, Beverly, Hannibal is far smarter than you think, get out of there now, if you believe me, then, I have a more meticulous way and need your help Can I?"

Beverly thought for a long time, she was hesitating.

Will had to tell her, "Hannibal will kill you if he finds out, Beverly."

"I remember there was a child in his family..."

Will: "Sally doesn't understand anything, and Hannibal is very good at deceiving her."

"Okay...you convinced me."

Beverly started the car and was about to leave. Her gaze swept across the house. There was a person standing in front of the house where there was no one there before.

Sally scooped a scoop of ice cream and watched Beverly's car go away with a blank expression.

Sally didn't turn back until the car disappeared at the end of the street.

Inside, Hannibal is reading a book.

The kitten ate up the ice cream at the door before jumping into the sofa, rolling around, and rolling to Hannibal's side, with its little head resting on Hannibal's lap.

Sally was so restless that Hannibal had to keep one hand free to keep her from rolling off.

The kitten looked at Hannibal from bottom to top, "Hannibal."

"Ok?"

Sally: "Sally doesn't want to be a stray cat."

Hannibal touched Sally's small face, and said softly, "You won't, Sally."

The author has something to say: within five chapters, drive the train hhhhhh kitten courtship is coming soon_(:з」∠)_

And today's small chapter is hhhhhh rough?It must be thick, if not thick, please praise me_(:з」∠)_Praise me without conscience_(:з」∠)_