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

When Sally woke up, it was early in the morning, and the bed beside her was half empty. Sally put on her coat and walked out of the bedroom. Hannibal was in the study dealing with his documents, patient cases, notes, profiles, human body structure, and traces related to the case.

A small brazier was set up in the open space on the side, and a pile of residues with red stars were burning inside.

Everything is silent, only the sound of paper burning spreads in the endless night.

The firelight imprinted on Hannibal's face, calm and deep.

"Will Will come with us?"

Hannibal: "Maybe, maybe not."

"You seem to have lost interest in Will."

Sally didn't like Hannibal's firm and mocking tone at the moment, as if everything about Sally was under his control. He saw through Sally, her willfulness, her bad temper, and her shortcomings, including her Will. some small emotions.

Hannibal said Sally was like a bad girl.

The kitten rubbed against Hannibal's arms with cool hands and feet, and stretched its cold fingertips into Hannibal's waist, feeling the subconscious tension of the muscles that shovel shit. "Your cat is cold."

Hannibal pulled his thoughts away from the abyss, threw the remaining documents into the brazier, let it burn vigorously, and then went back to the house with the kitten that was particularly clingy every night.

The psychiatrist ignored his little girl's pranks.

There was still a burning warmth on his body, and his sharp eyebrows and eyes became gentle under the modification of the light, and his deep and dark eyes under the shadows stared at Sally, who seemed unhappy.

Kittens are always very sensitive.

They can detect the undercurrent hidden under the peace, and detect whether the people close to it have good intentions. They can know the weather of tomorrow one day in advance, which comes from the wild intuition of small animals like a gift from nature.

Sally may have a premonition that the cat, which has always been a deep sleeper, will wake up at night and come to him. No matter what Hannibal is doing, Sally can always disturb him.

She's restless, maybe she's having a nightmare.

The kitten is always reluctant to take the initiative to admit that his fear comes from an illusory and broken dream.

mainly.

Hannibal used to go out at nine o'clock in the evening and come back at four o'clock in the morning. His cat swept away all the quilts, and it was obviously impossible for Hannibal to sleep on the sofa. The cat rolled from the middle of the bed to the other side without waking Sally.

Sleep quality was good.

"You should sleep, Sally."

Hannibal tried to put Sally back on the bed, but failed.

Sally was like a glutinous rice ball sticking to the chopsticks, dangling around but not falling into the bowl, Sally was pulled twice, annoyed, puffed her cheeks and puffed up: "You want to go out again, don't you? !"

Just as Hannibal saw through Sally, Sally saw through this shit shovel.

Hannibal: ...

Maybe Hannibal didn't know that his expression at the moment was like a husband who was told by his wife to go out to fool around at night.

He pursed his lips lightly, as if he was thinking about how to coax his master.

Seeing Hannibal's slight expression, Sally understood everything in an instant, and suddenly let go and let herself fall into the bed, quickly rolled up the quilt and wrapped her into a ball, her voice was dull and unhappy.

"You always leave Sally alone at home."

Hannibal: "I thought you were asleep..."

"You don't love Sally anymore..."

The kitten began to sob hoarsely. While crying, it lifted its little head with tears in its eyes. It looked at Hannibal beside the bed with blue eyes, very cautious.

The kitten was always going on and on, Hannibal could have ignored it, Sally would stop crying on her own, he just had to rub her little head when she stopped crying.

This is Hannibal's experience in keeping cats for several years.

But rules are always meant to be broken.

There are countless rules of Hannibal that Sally broke, and this one is missing?

"Come on, let's go! Let Sally warm the bed alone! A kitten won't be as comfortable as keeping warm by herself when she becomes a human. Maybe when you come back, Sally will have been frozen into a kitten... Anyway, you don't like it." Sally, you won't care if the kitten fucks you!"

Sally pouted her buttocks, buried her face in the pillow, and cried loudly.

Really wailing, not a little fake.

The pillow got wet quickly.

The whole person is full, lonely, helpless, pitiful!

Of course Hannibal couldn't go out tonight.

The shit shoveler has to stay at home with his sensitive and fragile cat. Although this cat can single out a grown man when it is willful and violent, Sally is always soft and cute in front of Hannibal.

"We're leaving on the 21st."

Hannibal straightened Sally's messy hair, and suddenly realized that the little girl's hair was much longer. When she became a girl for the first time in that veterinary clinic, the hair ends reached her shoulders.

It has grown to the waist now.

She hugged Hannibal tightly, caring about intimacy like never before.

It seemed that as soon as the sun rose tomorrow, he left again.

"You can say goodbye to your friends, Sally."

Hannibal pressed Sally's soft face, "We won't be coming back."

Hannibal lost his parents and everything he owned when he was eight years old. In his later life, he moved around. He worked as a teacher, a doctor, a cook, a gardener, a librarian, and lived in an orphanage for a while. dark days.

A cliché, every villain has a miserable and bloody childhood.

Although Hannibal never attributed his upbringing to his childhood encounters.

born sin.

Hannibal booked four tickets for the morning of the 21st.

However, no one is sure until that day whether the staff will be available, and neither is Hannibal, but he always hopes that Will will continue to move in the direction he led.

Will is a great talent.

Hannibal is a man who cherishes talents.

But genius always dies.

Sally hadn't had a good night's sleep the past few nights, but she had heeded Hannibal's advice, and she thought she should really say goodbye to her friends.

On the 20th, Sally visited Rick's home. Since the death of Rick's mother, Rick has lost his former vivacity. He was originally a shy boy, and now he is even more reticent.

He took a semester off, and Rick's father said that Rick's current mental state is not suitable for school.

"But you should make him better, Rick's best friend is you."

Rick's father Robert led Sally in, "Rick was not very lively when he was young, and he didn't like to play with his peers. This time his mother..."

Robert was a little haggard, but he had gradually come out, "If you can, please comfort him more."

The door opened, and there was a big window in the room. It was sunny outside. Rick was sitting on the ground reading a book alone. He didn't seem to expect Sally to come over at this time. He froze, his blue eyes widened slightly, maybe Because of the backlight, the color is a bit dark.

Robert closed the door and let the two children get along quietly for a while.

Sally also imitated Rick and sat down on the ground. She glanced at the cover of the book, resting her elbows on her knees and resting her chin, "What are you looking at, Rick?"

Sally's words brought Rick back to his senses quickly. He lowered his head and closed the pages of the book in a panic, "I... I just read something useless..."

He hid the book.

For the first time Rick hid himself from Sally.

The kitten is very curious, but the willful little girl holds back in the face of her rare companion.

"Hannibal said that reading books can expand knowledge. Although Sally doesn't like to read books, it should be great if you like Rick. Rick must be very smart when he grows up!"

Well, Sally swears, it's all her life's worth of compliments!

Fortunately, Rick smiled shyly to save face.

The blond hair is softly attached to the head, Xiao Zhengtai's skin is very fair, and when he smiles, those shining blue eyes are very beautiful.

Sally suddenly felt a little sad.

She will never see him again.

Sally was a friend she made with great difficulty.

Maybe there will be friends as cute as Rick in the new home?

Sally played Lego and games with Rick for a while, and when the sun was gradually setting, she said, "Sally is leaving here tomorrow."

Rick didn't understand for a moment, and looked at Sally blankly.

"Hannibal is moving, and Sally is coming with him."

Rick: "...oh."

Rick's reaction is weird, maybe not weird, it's just that he's grown up and grown up.

Learned to endure and hide emotions in my heart.

Sally had never met her mother, and she didn't understand Rick's mood.

What is it like to lose a loved one, and if Sally leaves Hannibal one day, will Sally become like Rick?

The kitten hugged its head in horror, no!Never! !

"Maybe we'll meet again when we grow up."

Sally is very optimistic. The kitten's head never thinks too deeply. She is innocent and easy to be self-satisfied, and she never treats herself badly.

She didn't think this time she and Rick would be goodbye forever.

From the intuition of small animals.

So Sally didn't stay here much, she gave Rick a jigsaw puzzle she put together with great effort earlier, and left.

When Sally came home, she happened to meet Jack who was hesitating at the door of the apartment. He seemed to have some scruples, but there was some reason why he had to take this step, just as he had just taken it slowly. While walking up the stairs, Sally suddenly appeared from his field of vision, scaring Jack, an old FBI stick, into a fright.

"Sally..."

Jack said helplessly: "I'm not Will, you play this game with me, I'm easily scared when I'm old."

Sally wore very casual clothes today, a dark green shirt, lining the kitten's tender skin as white as curdled milk, it was rare for the little girl to not wear a skirt, a pair of shorts, showing two crispy legs , youthful, beautiful and lively, completely opposite to Hannibal's deep and deep person.

He didn't know why Hannibal invited him to dinner tonight. In the eyes of the world, the Chesapeake Ripper had been settled, and the murderer was the dead Hilton. In this case, only he and Will knew the truth. Only the murderer himself remained.

Maybe it was because he was sensitive, or maybe it was the intuition of the FBI agent, he always felt that tonight was very dangerous.

But as soon as Sally appeared, Jack felt a little more relaxed. With the child around, Hannibal would not do anything in front of Sally. He knew very well how much Hannibal loved Sally.

"Why are you here again?"

The little girl had an expression of "Why are you here again?"

Jack was helpless: "Your uncle invited me, Sally, do you know what Hannibal is up tonight?"

Sally shook her head, Hannibal hadn't mentioned this to her, and she didn't even know that Jack would come over tonight.

These days Hannibal has been dealing with everything he has in Baltimore.

The sun was setting, and soon, night covered the city.

Jack and Sally entered the house one after the other.

Sally jumped into the kitchen, hugged Hannibal's waist, her face was sullen, and she didn't speak.

Hannibal was suddenly hugged by a cat, and he put too much salt in his hand. Hannibal was silent for two seconds, and said to Jack, "It seems that dinner tonight will be a bit stronger."

Standing behind the cooking counter, Jack glanced over the frying pan, a piece of bloody steak, if it was really a steak.

"It's okay, I can accept it."

In fact, it's really just a steak.

Otherwise, Sally wouldn't have hugged Hannibal so intimately.

Sally was still holding it.

Hannibal had some difficulty walking, he tried to claw off Sally, "What are you doing, Sally."

"I'm hugging."

Sally raised her wet blue eyes, "Hannibal, you're not going to turn Sally into a stray cat, are you?"

The little girl's voice was as light and soft as a cat's breath.

Jack didn't hear what Sally was saying.

Hannibal couldn't spare his hands to comfort his cat, and Sally had been restless lately.

"You won't, Sally."

Hannibal didn't know how many times he promised Sally like this.

However, his cat is still not at ease.

Small animals are always more alert and sharp than humans in some ways, which is almost miraculous.

Jack said, "You two have such a good relationship."

After a long time, Jack asked again: "Does Sally know?"

Jack is testing Hannibal.

But Hannibal didn't respond to Jack's question.

He put the steak on a plate, washed his hands and dried them, then held Sally's little hand and told her to stand still, "There is no red wine at home, Sally, go to the winery to get a bottle of wine, he knows what wine to give you."

Hannibal left the kitchen, found a business card of the owner of the winery from his pile of business cards, handed it to Sally, pinched her face, and smiled lightly: "I will prepare raw meat for you tonight, you will like it, Sally Li, don't cry."

Subconsciously, Sally lowered her head and wiped her eyes, which were very dry, "Sally didn't cry."

Hannibal's expression was gentle at this moment.

Even Sally, who was gentle enough to play petty temper, didn't want to reject him.

"That's the only way you can let Sally do this kind of errand."

Although Hannibal has so much wine at home that he can't finish drinking it in a year.

But a smart kitten will not ask this kind of question when there are guests at home.

Obviously, Hannibal knew this too.

Both knew Hannibal was lying.

But Sally still pouted, obediently holding her business card and going out.

The location of the winery is not far away, and the round trip takes about half an hour.

After Sally left.

Hannibal played the music that Jack liked to listen to, and apologized: "There are not enough spices. Sally never likes me growing these at home. To be precise, I don't like appearing in her sight."

"She's capricious, Jack."

Jack: "Well...fortunately, girls of this age are always like this, Sally is pretty good."

A polite remark.

But Hannibal said sincerely: "Sally is really good."

There is no other cat like Sally.

Hannibal didn't have 10 minutes of love for all cats.

He just has a special preference for the kitten named Sally.

Because she is Sally.

"Just a moment please."

Jack: "No problem."

Hannibal left the living room.

And Jack never listened to music here.

He thought, he can't always be led by Hannibal, maybe he can find something in Hannibal's house.

Before Hannibal came back.

Jack's thoughts were the same as Beverly's thoughts a few days ago.

The author has something to say: the next chapter may be a bit bloody _(:з」∠)_, but the author will control it on the edge of not being locked _(:з」∠)_

And, there will be another update, maybe at two or three in the morning?Little angels can watch it after getting up in the morning √ Go to bed early~~~

PS: By the way, the author caught a wife who is very good at drawing Uncle Ba in Lehu, super super super super super NICE!Uncle Maizi himself! !I came up with the idea of ​​asking her to draw the cover of the customized book. Yes, Sally may publish a customized book_(:з」∠)_Of course, there will be new small cars and side stories in the book, such as Will, the little spider Branch line hhhh Recently super cute Dutch brother _(:з」∠)_ What are your thoughts?Interested?