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

There was an incision about five centimeters on the side of Mrs. Smith's waist, and blood was bubbling. She hadn't lost consciousness yet. She heard the little girl's panic-stricken screams, and Mrs. Smith struggled to prop up her upper body from the ground.

She thought, she was wrong, and she should be more brave. Although the Hannibal child was a bit mischievous, she was cute and young, full of vigor and vitality, unlike her middle-aged woman whose son had learned to live independently.

"Sally..."

Mrs. Smith's vision was gradually blurred due to blood loss, she vaguely saw the shadow of Sally, she raised something that seemed to be a chair in her hand, and slammed it hard towards the unknown objects on the ground.

Mrs. Smith: ...

The murderer of the unknown object on the ground: ... NO, I'm not dead yet...

The little girl was wearing a neat and decent little dress, and the imprint left by Hannibal on her body became lighter and faded and disappeared under the super self-healing ability of the kitten.

The peaked cap fell to the ground, and three deep claw marks on the man's neck pierced a blood vessel and controlled the man's movement. Fortunately, it was not an artery, but blood was splashed all over the floor. The bright red blood beads wet Sally's pink slippers.

The kitten can be cruel when angry, very cruel, super fierce! !

Mrs. Smith over there barely opened her eyes to see the facts: I think I'd better sleep, it's all hallucinations.

"We seem to have met?"

The man stared unwillingly and viciously, and gritted his teeth: "You, violent little guy!!"

Sally's expressionless face revealed some memories, "Ah, Sally remembered, it's at the youth base."

The little girl pursed her lips, "How did Sally feel sorry for you? Why do you always bully Sally?"

The little girl said this again and again, picked up a chair and threw it down.

The man on the ground had already fallen into a semi-consciousness, he had no chance to make a move at all, the girl's movements were as fast as a cat, light and cunning.

He was merciless.

It can be seen that the claw marks Sally usually left on Hannibal's body are really playing.

No matter how human the kitten is, it is still a small animal that Hannibal picked up in the wild.

untamed.

The FBI people arrived here quickly, and Hannibal also came back here before the FBI people entered the house, but the first sentence she heard when entering the house was her cat's full of unhappy complaints, "Your The cat almost disappeared!"

"Sorry, Sally."

Hannibal seemed to be stunned by the bloodstains in the living room. He stood on the edge of the bloodstains. The lights in the room were flickering. It was clearly daytime, but the gloomy weather in Baltimore created a sense of déjà vu, "You always let me Surprised, Sally."

Sensitive Sally turned her head in disbelief: "Are you happy, Hannibal? Your cat was almost bullied by villains!!"

Hannibal lied to his cat for the first time: "No, Sally."

"Humph!"

Sally sharpened her little claws, and there was a little childish anger between her eyebrows and eyes: "Look, it's good not to cut the claws! Next time there will be nasty villains who want to bully Sally! Sally just scratch them!" Scratch the flowers!!"

Hannibal sighed, ignoring the FBI people who were collecting evidence, and reached out to touch his cat.

"Don't touch Sally's head! You don't have ears to touch! I hate it!"

Sally was in a bad mood, and unceremoniously snapped Hannibal, who was addicted to cats, and ran into the bedroom with her mobile phone in her arms.

She had to keep finishing the game with Peter.

The online connection between Sally and Peter has been cleared until the 47th level before the unfinished end.

As for Hannibal in the living room, Sally's departure also took away the warmth and popularity of the psychiatrist. He squatted down halfway, looked at the murderer who was beaten by his cat and could only hum, the corners of his lips curled down There was a gloomy arc, which was fleeting.

It seems that he didn't listen to the last warning.

He had to be thankful his cat knew how to fight back.

【A villain just sneaked into the house to bully me QAQ】

Peter, who was bored with building Lego, was so scared that he almost dropped his phone, [Sally? !Are you OK? ! 】

[It's okay, Sally taught him a lesson! 】

The little girl is also equipped with a bunny emoji pack with teeth and claws. It looks fierce, but it is so cute.

【It's fine, shall we continue playing? 】

【continue! 】

Sally nestled in the bedroom and continued to indulge in games until Hannibal reminded her to accompany him to the FBI for case assistance, then Sally slowly changed her shoes and prepared to go out.

Peter has to help Aunt May to get the freshly baked cookies from home, and Sally has to deal with the FBI's inquiries.

Because they didn't believe that a girl who looked fifteen or sixteen years old had the strength to single out a strong man, especially the strong man had two broken ribs and was being treated in the hospital.

The evidence of the murder on his body, as well as the testimony of the injured Mrs. Smith after waking up in the hospital, proved that the man was charged with burglary and kidnapping.

He will enter the trial, but before the trial, the FBI's sensitive nerves and urgent methods have already revealed his motives.

"Everyone knows that the Chesapeake Ripper showed his flaws and was arrested and imprisoned because he kidnapped a little girl. If I can kill her, will it prove that I can do what the Ripper couldn't?"

The murderer is not an admirer, nor is he a copycat, he is just a punk living in the gutter, trying to do something to satisfy his desires.

Everyone thinks so.

Except Will.

But he didn't expose his lies in front of everyone, and only had a private conversation with him after everyone left.

"I didn't expect that we would meet in this way."

Pierce twisted his mouth and his voice trembled: "I didn't expect that nasty little girl! I will kill her! I will definitely kill her!!"

Will was indifferent, "Your ambition is only to bully a poor child?"

"And yet this poor child broke two of my ribs! Every breath I take now hurts so much I want to slice her!"

Will didn't really want to hear Pierce speak ill of Sally, so he cut to the chase: "Do you want to escape?"

Pierce hesitated: "You will help me"

Pierce smiled strangely: "Of course you will help me, because we are just the same kind of people."

"Do not."

Will's tone was flat, even a little disappointed.

Most criminals in this world are as unattractive as Pierce in front of him.

Only Hannibal can achieve an artistic beauty in crime.

Will's eyes were as cold as stones in a swamp, sharp and dull, jade eroded by mud.

"They don't know who you really are, and in three days you will be transferred to municipal court, and you will have a chance to escape when you pass the red light on Second Street on the road."

Pierce: "Really? Why are you helping me?"

Will: "You don't have the right to choose, either go to jail or listen to me, I will arrange for you where to go and where to live after you escape, and even prepare a ticket to leave the United States and a new identity for you, just need you to help me do something."

The brown-haired FBI agent looked cold and sharp in the pale light of the interrogation room, "Hannibal Lecter."

The next day, Will submitted his resignation application, but Jack refused on the grounds that the admirer had not been arrested.

However, Pierce is an admirer, and Will has to help Pierce blur the vision of the investigation team.

Then, Will thought, he should go and comfort Sally.

Perhaps the kitten shouldn't bear Will's grudges in this regard. Compared with Hannibal, who is always angered by Sally, Will is definitely treated as a VIP with Sally.

In the middle of the night, the kitten woke up from his sleep. The room was pitch black and the curtains were tightly closed. The little animal keenly heard the pendulum of the retro wall clock in the study room separated by two walls, and the breathing of the excrement shoveler behind him.

Sally had a dream.

Kittens rarely dream, but the dream just now is related to what happened during the day today.

"Hannibal."

Sally curled up in Hannibal's arms, and the quilt was filled with the scent of lemon from the shower gel. Hannibal's embrace was very warm, and Sally liked it very much.

She half propped up her upper body, stretched out her small hand and pushed Hannibal's face.

"Get up, Hannibal."

The sleeping man was easily awakened by his cat, and his unfathomable eyes became blurred when he woke up. Hannibal took his cat into his arms, patted the cat's head lightly, hoarse and sleepy A muffled voice sounded: "It's not dawn, Sally."

The kitten subconsciously looked at the closed curtains, how did he know it was not dawn when the curtains were still open.

The little girl pursed her lips and fumbled for her phone under the pillow. The screen turned on a pale light, 10 minutes past [-]:[-] in the morning.

It was really dark.

"But I'm hungry, Hannibal."

Sally found a comfortable position, the kitten's blue eyeballs rolled around without sleepiness, and she grabbed a strand of her hair to play with.

The kitten's stomach just happened to grunt.

About one or two minutes.

Hannibal opened his eyes again, and this time the sleepiness was much lighter. He turned on the bedside lamp, got up, picked up his cat, put it under his arm, and went to the kitchen.

Sally smiled happily, her eyebrows and eyes were curved like crescent moons.

She was placed on the cooking table by Hannibal, and a cutting board was placed on Sally's right side. Hannibal opened the refrigerator expressionlessly and asked his cat, "What do you want to eat?"

Sally's eyes lit up and she was about to speak, when Hannibal said again: "Except for the meat."

Emmmmm...

"fruit pie……"

The refrigerator is full of seasonal fruits, and there are a few out-of-season ones. Hannibal picks out some of Sally's favorites and peels them.

It is said that Sally loves to eat, but in fact, after Sally became a human, she got used to human food, just like Sally fell in love with ice cream, she always fell in love with some fruits and vegetables, but before eating, Sally always felt that It is unpalatable, and it changes instantly after eating.

"The bad guy in the daytime, will he be caught and sent to jail?"

Hannibal: "Maybe."

"Maybe?"

Hannibal didn't answer Sally's question directly, "It's very dangerous in the near future, I'll let Koston's class come to my home, I heard you get along well with Koston's son?"

That awkward and indifferent little cabbage?

Sally resisted: "No, the relationship between Marcus and Koston's mother and son is not good. He also said that he would go to his father's place during the holidays, and he seems to be in Denmark."

However, if Sally had a bad relationship with Marcus, she would not remember these things at all.

Marcus once brought her a gift. He came with his mother during the class before, saying it was a gift.

A big bag of snacks.

Sally was holding a plate of fruit pie. The pie was cut into six by Hannibal. Sally bit off a piece and dangled her calf. Hannibal was woken up by his cat for supper, and he also lost sleepiness and collapsed. With a glass of red wine, he hugged his cat and went to the terrace to enjoy the breeze.

Kitten and her shit-shoveling officer looked at the starless night sky next to each other. Hannibal's untidy iron-blond hair swept past his eyes with the breeze. The faint red wine was mellow and charming. Sally rubbed her nose and said quietly. eat pie.

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