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

Lucas seems to be a meek man, but once a decision is made, he is still very motivated.

But his departure was not a cowardly escape. After accepting Hannibal's counseling, Lucas had an almost indifferent sympathy for the people in the town.

People that God can't save.

He wouldn't have to try to wake them up.

But the night before Lucas left, he went to meet his close friend Hill, and he knocked on the door, and Hill opened the door and was surprised to see him.

But he didn't hostile to him like other people in the town, there was silence and guilt in his eyes, "Come in."

"No."

Lucas didn't ask Hill why he knew the truth but kept silent, and that's the end of the matter, and it doesn't matter.

"I've come to say goodbye to you."

Hill subconsciously looked into Lucas' eyes, they were quiet and lonely, and Hill would never forget the questioning and angry eyes that Lucas looked at him on Christmas Eve in the church.

The moment Hill met his gaze, he realized that Lucas was sincere.

But what was even more frightening was that Hill was very nervous the moment he met his gaze, and he avoided Lucas's gaze.

Once a mistake is made, it is very difficult to stop.

What's more, it was his daughter who was involved in the scandal.

I can only feel sorry for Lucas.

Hill's eyes were moist, "I am for my daughter."

Even though he was clear in his heart, Hill still couldn't say a word of apology.

Lucas clenched the hand hanging by his side, then relaxed, "Klare is a good boy, she just lacks love."

Hill replied vaguely, "I will pay more attention to her in the future, then you..."

The night was dark, behind Hill was the brightly lit living room, exuding tempting warmth, and the faint sound of children playing, Lucas stood alone in the dark night, only a few feet away from the warmth.

Claire sat by the window on the second floor, opened the curtains, and looked at Dad and Lucas at the door in confusion.

My mother called for Claire everywhere, and since that incident, the family's attention to Claire has been almost inseparable. She should be happy, because before the eyes of her parents would only be on her brothers.

But Claire couldn't be happier.

The child vaguely realized that the love he was getting now was obtained by Lucas in exchange for something very important.

"Kral!"

Mother finally found Klarer here, and she was relieved. She hugged Klarer, looked down the window, and saw the man with repulsion in her eyes.

"That's a bad guy, do you hear me, don't look at him."

Claire shook her head, she hugged her mother's neck, "Lucas is fine, he didn't hurt me."

This is the second time Klarer has said that.

But the mother quickly covered her mouth, "You are frightened, child, don't excuse the bad guys, you know that people in the town are sympathizing with you now, you can't say this to outsiders."

Claire nodded in confusion.

The little girl ruined someone with a lie she didn't even realize she had.

However, when she realized her mistake ignorantly, there was no one to guide her.

She was told "you're right".

Clare felt that she was right.

"The girl with me, she got separated from her family, I will send her away tomorrow, and I won't come back."

After Lucas briefly talked to Hill, he turned and left.

Hill couldn't express the sourness in his heart, he subconsciously called Lucas.

"are we still friends?"

Lucas didn't look back, "You'll have better friends, Hill."

Hill looked at Lucas's back, and he realized very clearly that it was he and the people in the town who forced this kind man away.

But Hill couldn't stop it.

In the face of friends and his own interests, Hill chose the one that most people would choose.

People will always face a choice, and Hill can only convince himself that he is for Krall.

When Lucas returned to the apartment, he entered the yard. The cabin was dimly lit with yellow lights. He was subconsciously stunned, and then remembered that he had a visitor today, and that girl.

When he hadn't come home for a long time, he saw a warm light.

Although it was the people who almost met by chance brought him these rare feelings.

Lucas entered the room, and the room was filled with the tempting aroma of food.

Dinner was mushroom soup and fruit wood veal steak. Sally's steak was almost raw, and Hannibal added an extra plate of small cakes for her.

The atmosphere between them was very intimate and familiar. With just one look from Sally, Hannibal could tell whether she was picky eaters or something else.

Likewise, Hannibal doesn't even need to express, just by breath, his cat can read his emotions.

Lucas was thinking about his Fanny again. Although he didn't have a cat, he had a dog, had one.

"Sally don't want to be checked this time, Sally wants to sit with you, Sally doesn't want to become a stray cat."

The little girl is next to Hannibal, chattering, the dark juice of the steak is wrapped around the corners of her lips, and the psychiatrist who is leaning against his cat like a boneless, rarely corrects Sally as an outsider (Lucas) The one in front of him had no manners, and wiped away the sauce that the little girl ate.

Sally is light and leans against her body like cotton candy.

Lucas: ...to be shown a face.

After dinner, Lucas volunteered to do the cleaning of the dishes, as the Danish winter has a large temperature difference between late night and daytime.

Hannibal seemed to be very busy. After soothing her cat, in the dead of night, when she was full of food and drink, while her cat was washing up, Hannibal took his mobile phone to the balcony to make a call.

Hannibal, who arrived in Italy first, has prepared everything for his and Sally's upcoming life in Italy.

No matter which country or region Hannibal Lecter goes to, he is always hot.

He also prepared a surprise for Sally, but this surprise can only be opened after Sally arrives in Italy.

"Are you sad?"

After turning off the light in the kitchen, Lucas saw Sally holding a small cake for dessert after dinner. Her hair was loose, and she looked like a snow elf in the night, with clear blue eyes, watching Lucas.

"probably."

Lucas rested on the sofa, patted on the side, "Want to chat?"

"Ah."

Sally sat on the couch too, and they chatted while they had a plate of dessert.

"I also know a dog. His name is Winston. It's fierce. Sally can't beat it, but Sally has Hannibal, and Winston is very afraid of him!"

Sally chattered, "Although Sally doesn't like those dead dogs, your Fanny must be a good dog."

Kittens are too sensitive to emotions.

Lucas: "Thank you, Sally, you are a good boy."

Sally, who was praised, raised her tail instantly, and said with a smile, "Of course, but you will also meet kittens who are as cute and smart as Sally! Dogs are also fine! So, don't be unhappy."

Lucas was amused by the kitten's clumsy comfort, his eyes were gentle, and the town's persecution of him had cast a haze on him, making him obscure.

"Will he be unhappy? You comforted Dr. Lecter in the same way?"

Sally put the spoon in her mouth, ate the last piece of cake, and said as a matter of course: "When he is unhappy, it is usually others who suffer."

Lucas: "...Really."

He felt that it was better for him not to think too deeply.

"Good night, Sally."

Lucas was much more relaxed. The little girl was indeed young, and the youthful vigor and hope that exuded from her whole body infected Lucas.

He thought he was lucky.

At least he was able to get away in time.

Instead of being trapped in the public opinion of the small town, trembling.

"Good night, Lucas."

The lights in the house went out after about half an hour.

Hannibal and Sally slept in the same room that Marcus used to live in before Lucas and Coston divorced.

Lucas cleaned it regularly, but it was clean enough.

Sally lay on Hannibal's body, listening to his heartbeat, her little face rubbed up and arched into Hannibal's neck, which was Sally's favorite place.

Soft and warm.

The two didn't speak, but it was worth a thousand words.

Hannibal patted Sally on the back like a child.

Sally gradually fell into sleep, which was the deepest sleep Sally had these days.

Hannibal has been in a light sleep, and a small movement can wake him up, including Sally's subconsciously bent calf kicking his waist when she was asleep.

Hannibal couldn't fall asleep in an unfamiliar environment, even if there was no threat around him, it was a habit.

They didn't sleep long, and at four o'clock in the morning, they had to start.

But embarrassingly, Hannibal couldn't wake his cat.

Sally was in bed.

The little girl rolled around on the bed and rolled herself up into a silkworm baby with the quilt.

Hannibal looked at the time, with a blank expression on his face, he picked up a corner and shook it neatly, grabbed Sally who had rolled out of the quilt, and the excrement shovel dutifully helped her dress and comb her hair, but Sally had to wash up. do it yourself.

Hannibal brushes his hair as well as he cooks.

Sally was still in a daze. She was too tired these days, protecting Lucas and guarding against unfamiliar environments, which made it difficult for the kitten to wake up once she fell asleep.

"Sally."

Hannibal squeezed Sally's small face with slight force. The pain caused the kitten to barely open its eyes, but only opened a crack. Before the little girl fell asleep again, Hannibal raised his hand and slapped Sally in front of her. Snap your fingers.

"Look at me, Sally."

"You should wake up, Sally."

The heavy-headed Sally gradually became lighter, and the lingering sleepiness gradually dissipated with Hannibal's deep voice.

Sally blinked her eyes, the drowsiness disappeared without a trace, and clarity occupied her head.

"What spell did you cast on Sally just now?"

"Psychiatrist's little trick."

Hannibal straightened Sally's clothes and led her out of the room. They didn't say goodbye to Lucas, but Hannibal left Lucas the way to contact him.

Maybe they will meet in the future.

Italy, Florence.

Hannibal, who left the airport a week ago, already knew the fact that he and Sally were separated, but just as Sally thought, Hannibal was very cautious. He entrusted the Four Horsemen to find Sally, and after getting the whereabouts, Hannibal Leaving Italy on a business trip to pick up Sally.

During Sally's absence, Hannibal killed a man.

Professor Phil from Paris, who has assumed his identity, is about to settle in the Caponi Mansion and become the new curator.

As for Capponi's former curator, of course, he was "laid off" smoothly as Hannibal expected.

The buildings are full of the style of the last century, and the huge villa has a faint smell of blood.

Hannibal had cleaned the scene, but the kitten's nose was too sensitive.

So, while his cat was standing outside the door, holding its nose and refusing to enter, Hannibal bought a few more bottles of air freshener.

The author has something to say: Hannibal is really a villain, don’t be whitewashed_(:з」∠)_Sally is a small animal’s world view, so one person and one cat are amazingly harmonious and harmonious_(:з」∠)

By the way, what kind of new characters can be produced in a place like Italy [touch chin], do you have any ideas?

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