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

Sally and Hannibal watched the night sky all night until five o'clock. Hannibal tasted half a bottle of wine, and the lingering alcohol smell was on his body. The kitten also yawned. The little cat next to the rattan chair There are empty plates on the coffee table.

The neon lights in Baltimore's night are also gradually extinguished. This is the most peaceful time in Baltimore. The noisy city has finally fallen into a short-lived calm.

"Sally is sleepy."

The kitten tilted its head, huddled in Hannibal's arms, and pressed its face against the warm chest of the excrement shoveler.

"Sunrise, Sally."

Hannibal patted Sally on the small shoulder, and a ray of bright colors in the far east broke through the early morning mist in Baltimore.

Hannibal's pajamas were a little messy, the buttons had long been unbuttoned, revealing his honey-colored chest, but there was no one else here, only his cat, and his cat eyes never cared about it.

"Don't read it, I'm sleepy."

Sally was not happy that Hannibal was disturbing her, she rubbed her eyes with her small hands, and writhed in Hannibal's arms for a while, maybe she was really sleepy, the kitten fell asleep after twisting and twisting, pedaling Leaning on Hannibal's leg, leaning on her shit shovel like a little frog, the posture is indescribably weird.

Hannibal seldom sleeps during the day. He was woken up by his cat at two o'clock. Now, unlike Sally, he can still sleep in the cage. He is used to letting the psychiatrist feel no sleepiness, and he starts to think about the content of breakfast , and the itinerary for the day.

Back in the bedroom, he stuffed Sally back into the quilt, the kitten rolled over quite familiarly, rolled up the quilt and wrapped herself into an egg roll, revealing only a tender little face, sleeping heartlessly .

Hannibal looked at Sally's sleeping face comfortably on the side of the bed for a while, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch the soft and super soft cheek flesh.

When his cat was whining, he naturally withdrew his hand, went to the bathroom to take a shower to wash off the smell of alcohol, and began to prepare the breakfast recipe.

Abigail and Alana would come over in the morning for breakfast.

Will originally promised to come this morning, but the FBI case still needs him to follow up.

Yesterday, when Jack called him when he was sad, he mentioned the news of Will's resignation, the open and secret inquiries about Will's condition, and the details of the conflict between Hannibal and Will.

Hannibal somehow wanted to laugh.

At six o'clock, Hannibal sent an email to Koston about matters related to Sally's tutoring course. The yokan and custard steaming in the pot were steaming. Abigail and Alana pressed The doorbell rang.

And Sally was still fast asleep.

"I brought Sally a small gift, her favorite dried fish and ice cream."

Alana raised the box in her hand, looking for Sally in the room.

"She's not up yet."

Hannibal took off his anti-scalding gloves and took out the freshly baked breakfast biscuits from the oven.

That's right, Chef Hannibal, who is good at cooking meat, also has tips on desserts.

Alana put the gift on the sofa and smiled lightly: "It's almost eight o'clock, he's really a child, he likes to stay in bed."

Abigail changed her slippers silently, and asked Hannibal, "Can I go and see Sally?"

"can."

Hannibal set the tableware, the psychologist in the morning, white shirt and cuff buttons rolled up, there was a faint smell of cedar wood and dessert milk on his body, but his calm eyes made people unable to think about it.

He corrected Alana, "It's [-]:[-], Sally's habit is to get up at [-]:[-], but you can have breakfast first, Alana, I'm sorry, I can't discipline Sally's waywardness in this aspect."

Alana was silent for a while, but she didn't refute Hannibal's words. She sat on a chair and changed the subject.

But now, the only awkward and logical topic between them is the case of Will and the FBI.

And that was exactly what Hannibal wanted to hear.

"The criminal who broke into the house with the intention of kidnapping Sally that day was escorted to the municipal court the day after tomorrow. Will seems to be very concerned about him..."

There were faint voices in the dining room, and Abigail pushed open the bedroom door. It was the first time she visited Sally when she was still asleep.

She pushed open the room with the sign of Sally's Nest, but unexpectedly, it was only filled with toys and a cat litter.

Abigail paused, then tentatively walked to another bedroom, pushed open the door, and saw the cold-colored curtains on the opposite side, a dark room with a small bulge on the huge double bed.

This is Hannibal's room.

Abigail walked over and wanted to wake Sally up. Their relationship was much closer because of the puzzle together earlier. Sally is actually a very easy-to-coax child.

"Sally?"

Abigail called softly.

Sally's entire face was buried in the quilt, and her white hair was tangled on the dark pillow. Abigail vaguely felt that something was wrong. She hesitated for a while, then stretched out her hand and slowly lifted the quilt to let Sally breathe. .

Kitten's face was flushed, her lips parted slightly to pant, she opened her eyes tiredly, glanced at Abigail, and then closed them again.

Sally, who didn't sleep at night, had supper, and had a cold night, was gloriously ill.

Her limbs were weak and listless. She was very hungry, but she had no interest in eating at all.

"Mr. Hannibal, Sally seems to be ill."

The conversation between the two at the dinner table came to an abrupt end. Alana looked at Hannibal, who subconsciously frowned, and then went to the bedroom.

They live in the same bedroom.

For the first time, Alana used some observations of a psychiatrist on Hannibal, the layout of the house, some details, and Hannibal himself.

Alana had never succeeded in Hannibal. Her psychology knowledge was taught by Hannibal. They met in a doctoral seminar. He was a professor of psychology who became a doctoral supervisor at a young age.

And Alana was his excellent student.

But Alana never succeeded in using psychological tricks on Hannibal.

never had. .

But the relationship between Hannibal and Sally is a fact that can be seen without using psychology.

Alana's expression was surprisingly calm.

She helped go to the pharmacy to buy some fever-reducing medicine, and then said goodbye to Hannibal because of work problems, but Abigail stayed.

"You've been in touch with Will lately?"

Abigail: "Well, he seemed really ready to adopt me, saying he would give me a new life and family when it was all over."

Hannibal carefully read the instructions of the medicine, and the little girl on the bed was flushed with fever, and when she touched it with her hand, it was like a stove.

Sally held Hannibal's other hand in pain, sweating on her forehead for a while, trembling in her limbs for a while, half-closed her eyes and listening to their conversation, as if her brain waves were online, and she seemed to be wandering away.

"It's all over, Abigail."

Hannibal kissed Sally's little head reassuringly, poured half-warm water, hugged Sally's upper body, and fed her medicine.

Abigail watched them, longingly.

"Is it really going to end?"

Hannibal had always been patient with children, and Abigail was only about Sally's age.

"I have blood on my hands. Although my father forced me, the fact is..."

"You and Will will be safe."

Hannibal's warmth was all given to her cat, but at this moment Abigail also vaguely felt the feeling of being cared for, even if it was because of Sally.

"You, Will, and I, Sally, we're going to be a very nice family."

It's hard to tell if it's true or not, but Abigail is seduced by its beauty.

She didn't want to be watched and suspected by the FBI, and she didn't want to live in the shadow her father gave her.

Is Hannibal lying?

Probably only he himself and the little confused kitten who was burning in his arms knew.

"Bitter...you are so hateful QAQ...so bitter...don't eat, Sally don't want bitter QAQ..."

Sally stuck out her tongue and pushed the pill out of her mouth. Because of the severe fever, the corners of the kitten's eyes were flushed as if they had cried, and the blue eyes were soaked. "Sally is not sick."

Hannibal: "What is that for?"

"Sally's body has become weird... Sally is not sick..."

The little kid can come up with any reason why he doesn't want to take medicine.

Hannibal was calm, or he was used to Sally's coquettishness. He used the technique he used to feed the cat, and squeezed the kitten's jaw to force her to open her mouth. .

Sally looked dazed, and the bitterness of the medicine spread belatedly in her throat.

Sally: not happy :(

Abigail: Stand up.

The kitten’s illness was violent. At first, it was only a fever and confusion. It was like a little neurotic trying to hide the medicine. For example, it pretended to take the medicine, but in fact it just hid the medicine under the tongue, and then spit it out after Hannibal left, but none of them succeeded. Yes, Hannibal saw all of Sally's tricks.

The fever subsided a bit the next day, but Sally still lost her appetite, and even her favorite dried fish became less interested, jumping around all the time, going to the study to disturb Hannibal's reading, and going to the kitchen for a while Spoil Hannibal's wine or ingredients.

Or when Hannibal's patients come for psychological consultation, they deliberately lie on Hannibal's lap, as if provocative behavior to declare territorial rights.

Unfortunately, except for Hannibal, no one knows the meaning of Sally's behavior.

His cat, it seems, isn't just sick.

Hannibal revisited the books on cat behavior that he had stopped reading three years ago on the bookshelf.

The day Pierce was escorted to municipal court, Hannibal made an appointment with a high-profile veterinarian, and he drove out of the house at two o'clock in the afternoon.

And half an hour ago, the armed vehicle escorting Pierce was hit by a truck with brake failure when passing a red light.

Serial rear-end collision, the situation is serious.

Pierce took advantage of the chaos and snapped his fingers, broke free from the handcuffs, and fled.

Three in the afternoon.

Sally gets a call from Hannibal.

"There was a little accident. I might not be able to go back at night. I can ask Will for dinner."

Is Hannibal suggesting that Sally go to Will?

But this is obviously not a decision Hannibal would make under normal circumstances, and he may have encountered some trouble.

The author has something to say: I will drive tomorrow, and the next chapter and the car will be released one after another. I never drive a truck _(:з」∠)_

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