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

Hannibal's residence is not warm and bright, even if there is a huge floor-to-ceiling window, but this apartment is as restrained and deep as his person.

It was so quiet that in the next second, from the dark corners, the cracks in the dark doors, and the blind corners out of sight, a man-eating beast would suddenly appear, swallowing up all the strangers who had strayed into hell.

Jack found clues in Hannibal's study, a few Ripper-style cut drawings of the human body, from which angle to cut, how to divide, the black and white lines are full of brutal artistic sense.

The drawings were placed messily on the table, but it seemed a bit deliberate.

It seemed that someone put these things here on purpose, waiting for Jack to find out.

"My God... I shouldn't be here..."

Jack murmured, he suddenly staggered vigilantly, bumped into a shelf on one side, and scattered things scattered all over the floor.

There was a stabbing pain in Jack's waist and abdomen, and the blood soaked Jack's clothes. He looked at the gentleman in suits and leather shoes in shock, and the beast in human skin in suits and leather shoes. He held a sharp scalpel and watched Jack quietly.

He wasn't flustered because of his miss, he was calm, and there was even a smile on his lips, "You should know the truth, Jack."

Jack leaned against the wall and said vigilantly, "I already know the truth, Hannibal, are you trying to kill me here now? Then you will never escape the pursuit of the FBI!"

Jack thought Hannibal would be a little more scrupulous, but he didn't, he seemed to regard this place as his hunting ground.

Jack had a chill down his spine, perhaps since Hannibal had invited him a week ago, he had been Hannibal's target.

"I've encountered a lot of struggling prey."

Hannibal: "Of course, people are always afraid of death, so I try to kill it first, and then finish my work. The meat of extreme pain will taste sour."

The psychiatrist paused and looked at Jack: "But the meals served to you are all delicious. An excellent cook will not serve the guests with defective meals."

Jack's face was ugly, "Enough of Hannibal!"

Maybe villains always have a habit of nagging before doing things.

But luckily Hannibal didn't stop there.

The sketches on the desk were floating all over the place.

Jack's skills are very good, and he doesn't have the visual clumsiness of a big man at all. Hannibal wants his life, and Jack can only do his best.

It seems that once upon a time, the friendship between the two was just hypocrisy, and the past of talking and laughing was another person's life.

A person like Hannibal is indifferent and decisive, what should he care about?

Nothing in this world can hold him back.

Nobody understands him.

Jack has received systematic training. Perhaps in the face of life and death, people will always burst out with greater potential than usual. However, Jack has learned the training of arresting criminals, not the means of killing people.

He was stabbed in the chest by Hannibal, and a thick, fishy-smelling liquid gushed out.

The blade was stirring vigorously in the firm meat, and the scalp-numbing sound of minced meat echoed in the silent night.

Jack was trembling all over, and his body quickly became a little cold with the loss of blood.

Hannibal drew out the scalpel and wiped the flesh on Jack with the side of the knife.

The psychiatrist wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, expressionless.

Jack was rarely injured.

Jack fell into the corner, panting heavily, the severe pain made him unable to see the man in front of him clearly, "You can't escape, I have informed Will before coming here."

Jack narrowed his eyes and mocked bitterly: "You don't look like a gentleman anymore."

The white shirt was stained with dots of blood, including Hannibal's and Jack's, mostly Jack's.

Hannibal's ironed hair was also a little messy, with dark eyebrows and eyes, a calm face, and there seemed to be something hidden in those eyes that blended with the night, but Jack couldn't understand.

"Will you eat me? Like you do with your other prey."

Hannibal looked away from Jack, and he keenly heard the movement in the living room.

Hannibal's first reaction was Sally. Little girls don't like to see this kind of scene. Sally might ignore him for a week.

"You should be lucky, I have no appetite for you."

Hannibal leaves Jack here and closes the door.

The past two months in Baltimore have been a rainy season, the air is full of humidity, and it has rained outside, blurring the mottled ground.

According to the speed of blood loss, if he is not treated within an hour, he will die here.

Did Hannibal do it on purpose?

still is……

Jack didn't think about those possibilities. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and called his wife, trying to keep his voice calm.

He wishes to say goodbye to his wife.

Sally took a taxi to the winery to get some red wine. On the way back, she saw Abigail hiding from the rain in front of a convenience store from the car window.

She was carrying a suitcase with a dazed look, her shoes were wet from the rain, she seemed to be going somewhere.

Sally subconsciously thought of the four tickets prepared by Hannibal, and Abigail should be with Will.

Will Will travel with them too?

In her heart, the kitten is not as happy as she once thought, and even a little disgusted.

If it was Sally, she would never invite a human who angered the kitten!

Even if that person is Will!

Sally thought she was nice to Will!

It's not the same as Hannibal's bad guy who talks one way and says another thing behind his back!

Kitten thinks he's awesome!

However, Will did not give Sally the ideal response.

"Uncle, do you have an umbrella here?"

The master driver stopped the car on the side of the road and gave Sally an umbrella, "Pick up a friend?"

Sally nodded, "Just a little while."

"Okay, hurry up."

Abigail is Sally's friend, and if Abigail were to join Sally on her trip, she would welcome her with a hug.

Holding an umbrella and braving the rain, the kitten trots towards the convenience store.

Abigail also saw that little figure in her eyes. She ran over with steam, and under the black umbrella was a fair and pretty face. She was smiling kindly at Abigail.

Abigail suddenly recalled that when they first met, the girl completely ignored her aloofness.

In fact, Sally is really good.

Also easy to get along with.

As long as you treat her well, she will treat others well.

Children are always so simple, but unfortunately, Abigail is no longer a child.

How can you be considered a child after killing someone?

However, no one knows this secret except Hannibal.

"Why are you here?"

Sally put one side of the umbrella over Abigail's head, took her by the hand and walked to the car on the side of the road.

"Hannibal asked Sally to get the wine, and that annoying Jack came to the house for dinner."

Abigail asked in a low voice, "What about Will?"

Sally curled her lips, and muttered softer than Abigail: "So you are not with him."

"...I just want to choose on my own."

Abigail and Sally got into the car, put away the umbrella for her, and wiped the raindrops from the kitten's forehead.

The little girl sat there obediently, with her beautiful blue eyes open, letting Abigail move on her face.

"We will have to wait a long time for the ticket at 06:30 tomorrow morning. Hannibal bought a set of beautiful pictures before. How about putting together it together before the time?"

Abigail softened her expression, "Okay."

Because of the rain, the speed of the car was a little slower, but the drive was not far away. It was only a few minutes away from the convenience store to home.

Sally looked up at the sky covered by the rain, "We have to run fast! If we get wet, we can go home and change into new clothes!"

The little girl was full of vigor, and Hannibal specially ordered some new clothes for Sally for the trip, which she hadn't worn yet.

Abigail was held by Sally. The little girl looked weak and strong, but Abigail liked the feeling of being held tightly.

Abigail shook her back, "Well, run!"

The master driver couldn't stand it anymore, and wanted to open his mouth to give them his umbrella, but the two girls suddenly ran out like arrows leaving the string.

The apartment is under the rain at night, like a haunted house in a horror movie.

There is a faint light in the window, which is the eyes of ghosts and gods at night.

The rain washed away some of the smell, but Sally still smelled an unusual smell as she approached the door.

Very strong.

Sally opened the door, and Abigail quickly entered the room, took off her wet coat, and wanted to ask Sally where to put it, but she saw the little girl standing there, motionless, and the kitten's calm gaze Looking into the depths of the room, the hair on her face was wet against her ear, Abigail's good sight made her find Sally's hand hanging by her side, tensed into claws, clenched and loosened .

"Sally...?"

"Did you smell it?"

Sally entered the room with a blank expression on her face, her gaze swept across the corners of the room, and she walked towards the second floor.

The voice was terrifyingly calm.

"Hannibal's blood, and others."

Abigail trembled all over, as if she had imagined something, she ran upstairs in a panic.

"Will... Will... you shouldn't..."

Abigail ran up to the second floor, and she stopped at the stairs, looking at everything in front of her in disbelief.

"Do not……"

Sally heard Abigail's scream and smelled a stronger smell.

How much blood did Hannibal bleed to make it so strong?

In terms of skill, neither Will nor Jack should be able to defeat this villain.

Sally still had time to think about these messy things in her little head, so she stopped and didn't follow Abigail up to the second floor. She already knew what happened on the second floor.

She turned and turned back.

A qualified kitten should do something at this time.

Sally was right. In terms of skills, neither Will nor Jack could match against Hannibal, who is proficient in killing methods. What's more, unlike Hannibal, a cold-hearted devil, Will and Jack have their own strengths. principles and bottom line.

They wouldn't kill Hannibal, because there would be laws against him.

Will will send Hannibal to prison, he will take away Hannibal's freedom, and the psychiatrist's talents will only be confined within those four walls.

In fact, Hannibal only learned that Will approached him with such an idea and gained his trust. He had to say that he was very disappointed.

Just like the object of expectation, it turned out that the other party only needed a small dessert to be satisfied.

Very disappointed.

The only thing that surprised Hannibal was that Will pulled the trigger.

If Will hadn't pulled the trigger, this moment would have been a different story.

"What are you thinking, Will?"

Will said truthfully: "I was thinking about how to kill you."

Hannibal smiled, mockingly disappointed.

"That's right, I'm holding back my impulse, I can't kill you, because I'm going to take you to court, I'm so disappointed, I'm still so boring."

Will's eyes darkened, and he admitted his boredom: "I think so too."

What supported Will may no longer be justice, but just the obsession of human psychology.

He wants to catch Hannibal.

Hannibal was shot in the abdomen by him with a gun, and a genius would be a little helpless in front of a gun, not to mention that Will used Sally just now.

Hannibal thought Will had taken Sally hostage.

A moment of hesitation makes a world of difference.

Will has already contacted his colleagues from the FBI, but on rainy days, the bridge is jammed, and it may take half an hour to get here.

Until Abigail suddenly arrives.

Will asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Abigail gritted her teeth, her lips trembling.

"She's here for an appointment, and we agreed to leave here tomorrow."

Seriously wounded, his shirt soaked in blood, he hadn't been in such a mess for a long time, Hannibal was still in the mood to joke, "There was your place, Will, but you gave it up."

Will's hand holding the gun trembled for a moment, and he lowered his brows and eyes.

Abigail didn't dare to go forward, her eyes were filled with tears, her face was pale, "Will... we can leave together, what's so good here? For me, this land is all memories that disgust me .”

"Abigail..."

Will glanced at the time, ten minutes had passed since the call.

He looked at Hannibal, the psychiatrist's elegance was no longer there, what was in front of him at this moment was a dark and bloody beast that had faded away from its false gentleness, and was fierce and repressed.

However, he remained calm and did not panic due to poor form.

When his eyes flicked to Will, Will would still tense at the hunting look in his eyes.

Maybe before the arrival of the FBI, everything is not over yet.

The people upstairs are stalling for time.

Sally was in no mood to chat with them.

The sound of the kitten's walking was almost negligible. She went to the kitchen, put her hands on the cooking table, ran her pale fingertips across the rows of knives shining coldly, and chose a small one that seemed to be used for cutting A meat knife, Sally had seen Hannibal handle mutton with this knife.

Should be fine.

Sally pulled out the knife, and the lithe little girl quickly went up the stairs. The lights on the stairs were dim, imprinted in Sally's dull blue eyes. Her face was expressionless, and her breathing didn't even change.

When kittens do bad things, their body functions will be adjusted to a value that will not be discovered by anyone.

She saw Abigail, Sally stepped forward, walked around Abigail with one hand, grabbed her chin with her palm, and lifted her up, forcing her to raise her neck, revealing her fair neck, and a knife slipped Silently stretched across Abigail's neck, with a little force, a line of blood appeared.

Sally's pretty and indifferent face poked out from behind Abigail. She looked at Hannibal, and then said to Will, "Do you like Abigail? If you don't like Sally, you'll kill him. If you do, we'll come here." Play a game."

The author has something to say: The second update was late, it rained suddenly last night, and the power went out. The author swiped Weibo with his mobile phone and waited for the power to recover. I fell asleep while waiting emmmmm I'm so sorry!There will be another update today!about night

Abigail won't die hhhhhh

The kitten can still master the following speed _(:з」∠)_, but you always have to pretend to be aggressive in front of Will, you damn cat climbing frame, you actually bully the shovel!

Will: It turns out that my status is already on the same level as that of a cat climbing frame [sorrowful smile]