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

A black bird hovered over the top of the church. One morning, the priest changed into a priest’s robe as usual, and led the children of the church to pray in the main hall. However, when he opened the door, the children screamed in fright, and the priest turned pale. Slumped to the ground.

In the center of the church, a headless corpse was placed on a torture rack. Unknown birds stopped on the rack and gnawed on the flesh of the corpse. The scarlet blood vessels were wrapped in sticky blood clots, which were pecked like tatters by the beak. net hanging on a shelf.

This is already the second headless corpse that has appeared in Florence this month.

And the coldest time in Florence is about to come. The next day, it snowed heavily, and I don’t know when it will stop. The host of the meteorological station said that Florence will usher in a bright spring after the snow.

But before spring came, the homeless people under the bridge had already frozen to death in the corner.

Birds with nowhere to eat gnawed at the cold carrion.

But the Caponi mansion is warm and peaceful, except that Chief Inspector Pazzi, who investigated the murder of the former curator, visited Hannibal in the morning.

He asked about details of whether Hannibal found something amiss while living in the Caponi House, or what he knew of the previous curator.

"I heard about the deeds of the former curator in Paris, but I only knew how much he loved Dante's poems."

"Capponi's appointment went smoothly, and Professor Soriato also expressed his friendship to me."

Pazzi: "I heard that there is a noble lady who took office with you? Can I meet her?"

Hannibal: "Of course, Sally is a good and hospitable child."

However, Pazzi, who was lured by Hannibal to meet Sally, did not see the charming little lady who only existed in the rumors. Rumors abounded at Keogh's Palace.

"Has Professor Phil heard of the recent unsuspecting cases?"

There was temptation in Pazzi's words.

Hannibal didn't respond, looking away from the empty couch where Sally used to hang out, explaining to Patsy that Sally might be sleeping in the bedroom before answering Patsy's question.

"I heard a few words, but I'm preparing a report recently, and I don't know much about some current events."

No matter how Pazzi tried next, Hannibal always had the attitude of a scholar who didn't care about common things, gentle but with the unique arrogance of this kind of superior person.

Very annoying.

But Patsy knew he was faking it.

Maybe Hannibal forgot, it was too long ago, but that incident was so clear in Patsy's mind that the other party's subtle expressions at that time were clearly remembered.

"If Professor Phil knows some gossip, please contact me. The headquarters is concerned about the murder of the former curator and the disappearance of Professor Soriatu."

He stared closely at the man in front of him. He was standing next to Caponi's huge potted plant. He was dressed in a gray plaid wool suit and looked approachable. His eyes responded to Pazzi's gaze, which was unpredictable.

Hannibal twitched the corners of his lips, as if he wanted to laugh, "I will, Mr. Patsy."

"Roxi, see off."

Rosie sent Patsy away, until the door, Patsy's eyes shifted from Hannibal to Rosie, he subconsciously frowned, he remembered that he had seen this maid at Colombo's house before, and she was dismissed a few days ago There is no news after that, why are you here?

"Why are you here?"

Any doubts related to Hannibal, Pazzi wanted to clarify.

Rosie smiled formulaically: "Mister took me in and gave me a job and dignity, Mr. Patsy, that's why I'm here."

Pazzi didn't ask any more questions, and left Caponi full of doubts and complications.

After Patsy left, Hannibal started looking for his cat.

There was no sign of Sally on the first and second floors, the garden warehouse, and the kitchen basement.

Hannibal pondered for a moment, and his eyes fell on the big vase in the station. The poop shoveler shook the vase in a strange way. Sometimes the kitten likes to sleep in a narrow space.

But not here.

Hannibal guessed right, Sally had indeed gone to sleep in a small place where no one would notice, the temperature in Florence was so low that Sally couldn't bear it, she had to turn back into a kitten, and let the small animals naturally Fur keeps warm.

She huddled on the lamb's wool, and snored in sleep. The pink kitten's nose was moist and cute, and the soft pad rested on her chin, until the lamb suddenly struggled and threw Sally off of it. down.

"Meow!!!!!!"

The kitten didn't react at all, and fell firmly to the ground. The white fluffy kitten was rolling in the snow and it was hard to notice, except for the pair of blue eyes that became more and more crystal clear under the snow color, which was so beautiful that people were addicted.

Sally rubbed her face blankly, squatting on the ground in a daze, suddenly a figure in front of her blocked Sally's line of sight, her line of sight changed, and a thin hand grabbed the back of Sally's neck.

She met a pair of curious dark eyes, and his gaze was fixed on Sally, so focused that it was a little penetrating, and Sally's fur gradually fluffed up.

It was Grenouille who came to take care of the lamb.

It was the first time that Sally was so close to him. He was very clean. When he stared at Sally curiously, his eyes were clear and bright, and he could not see the dirty look when Hannibal brought him back. Looks like a wild dog.

"Meow……"

Just as Sally yelled, Grenouille suddenly approached Sally, buried her nose in Sally's hair like a pervert, and took a deep sniff.

Sally froze instantly, and the whole cat was not well.

"You smell so good."

Grenouille murmured.

His eyes were a little dazed, as if recalling something.

Taking advantage of this, Sally broke free from his grasp, scratched Grenouille's hand severely, quickly jumped into the snow, and ran wildly into the house.

Sally hated Grenouille, and hated this boy even more than Hannibal, who had killed someone.

Although his body was covered with scars, and his childhood was miserable and hopeless, he still couldn't win Kitty's sympathy.

It's much more difficult to love a cat than it is to love a dog.

But Sally thought that even Winston's dead dog might not like Grenouille.

After Sally entered the room, she changed back to her human form at a corner, and then... the cold hit instantly, dispelling the kitten's nervousness.

Sally immediately froze into a ball, so cold and cold...

Sally gave up, and turned into a kitten again, flapping her four paws, looking for Hannibal all over the room, and at this moment Hannibal was also looking for Sally.

They meet again at the landing on the second floor.

The kitten threw itself into Hannibal's embrace with a cool air all over its body. The cat's head went straight into Hannibal's clothes, and every inch of its fur was tucked into Hannibal's clothes, sticking to his chest , the warmth hits.

"This is the warmest nest."

Sally didn't think about how... strange the sight of Hannibal having a big lump on his chest was.

YouQi also showed a few rubs of cat hair.

The shit-shoveler was sold by his own cat, so cute that he was caught off guard, what else could he do?Of course it was with her.

Tucking the exposed tip of his tail back into his clothes, Hannibal really carried Sally in his arms, and went to the study to sort out the report.

Lunch is grilled fish with vegetable salad.

The fireplace was burning with flames, and the warm comfort filled every hair of Sally.

When Hannibal was cooking, he took off his woolen suit jacket and put on a vest and shirt inside. It took him a month to recollect a set of knives.

A cook's requirement for knives is no different from an artist's pursuit of beauty.

With a sharp, reflective blade, it can cut through lamb chops as well as frozen meat.

Sally squatted on Hannibal's shoulder and asked him, "Can I leave out the thyme?"

Hannibal frowned, twisting the thyme spice.

The handsome and straight body of the shit shovel officer is a cat climbing frame that Sally will never get tired of. The kitten hooks the clothes with its paws, and stays on Hannibal's left shoulder for a while, and then stays on the right shoulder for a while.

The fluffy cat's tail brushed Hannibal's back.

His cat watches him cook.

One person and one cat get along harmoniously. In the distance, Luo Xi pushed the trash can and was about to empty it out the back door. Seeing this scene, he wondered, "When did Mr. raise a cat?"

Grenouille stood in the corner like a shadow.

"Sir has always kept cats."

The teenager's eyes are calm, he is very introverted, he rarely even looks directly into Luo Xi's eyes.

And Luo Xi thought that the atmosphere was very warm, one person and one cat, but they talked about topics that had nothing to do with peace.

"You went out last night."

Hannibal: "Solve some small troubles."

Sally curled her lips: "You went to bed without taking a shower."

"...No, I washed it."

"Then you must have touched something after taking a shower."

Hannibal is good at managing the environment and himself. His kitchen and clothes are always neat and meticulous.

But his cat is more clean freak than him.

Especially careless in some ways, but cautious and mean like a bad boy in some ways.

"That Patsy is suspicious of you, will you kill him?"

Hannibal took care of the fishy thread, answering Sally's question, "His death will get me in big trouble, at least not right now."

But not sure about the future.

"Sally is just getting used to this place, and Sally doesn't want to move yet."

Sally snorted, "You like making trouble too much, Hannibal."

The hand holding the knife that shoveled the excrement paused slightly, with a delicate expression.

In the early years, Hannibal had been to Florence and left an unsolved case that has not been solved to this day.

When he was in Baltimore, when Hannibal chose Florence as his destination, it was indeed like Sally's cute little intuition that Hannibal did it on purpose.

Will once asked Hannibal a question.

Are human beings born to love each other?

Hannibal replied at the time: "Only the same kind will kill each other. If you kill me, we are the same kind, but the food under your knife and fork is the prey."

It is common sense for hunters to hunt.

Sally understood, as she loved fish.

The author has something to say: Small theater——(a bit collapsed)

A cook hates it most when someone tells him how to cook.

Sally: No thyme!Do not add dill!Use less salt!Don't be so familiar!Ahhh don't be so rude, you have no soul in cooking like this! ! (The kitten shouted confidently!)

Hannibal threw the kitchen knife: You do what you want.