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

There seemed to be no end to this snowfall. It continued to snow for two consecutive days, and snowplows walked through every main street in Florence every morning.

Sally didn't like to go out anymore, and she rarely even maintained her human form.

Winters are colder here than in Baltimore.

Hannibal seldom went to Palazzo Vecchio these two days, he received visiting guests in the study, a soft little white cat was resting on his lap, and the more elegant Hannibal wore gold-rimmed glasses Bar Lecter, coping with the visitor's question, unconsciously rubbed Sally's hair with his right hand.

"Professor Soriato? I haven't seen him for a long time."

"yes."

Feite sighed. He is a student of Professor Soriato. The professor has been missing for a week, and the police have been unable to find any clues. He mentioned his schedule from the notebook left by Professor Soriato. He visited Hannibal the day he disappeared.

But Hannibal said that he was released that day, and did not see him, as the waiter in the cafe they met could testify.

"Pazzi also came to question me two days ago, which made me very distressed. Feite, you should understand that I am just a nerd who is good at speech and academics, and I am very hard at this kind of cases."

Fit immediately apologized: "I'm sorry to bother you!"

Feite is a third-year student who is studying behind Professor Soriato, but he also admires all knowledgeable and attractive people, such as the "Professor Phil" in front of him.

He doesn't think anything will happen to Professor Soriatu, he always likes to think things in a good direction.

"Do you want to stay for dinner?"

Hannibal invited Feite, and the young man's eyes lit up with joy, "I, can I? If it's not troublesome..."

"No trouble."

Hannibal's voice was full of joy, "Lunch is low-temperature steak, I hope you can adapt to my French taste."

"It's ok!"

Hannibal left the study with his cat in his arms, "You can browse through the collection of books here, and Rosie will call you during the meal."

Sally lazily opened her eyes from the man's arms. She climbed onto Hannibal's shoulders, but her cat eyes looked at the awkward young man in the study.

Brown curly hair, clear eyes.

Hannibal: "Like Will."

Sally withdrew her gaze, "It doesn't look like that at all."

Sally was awkward again.

Fate is very much like Will, the Will who has not been changed by Hannibal.

Serious and focused, but easily attracted to a dangerous person like Hannibal.

Like an innocent fawn.

Hannibal and his cat both missed Will at this moment.

"Are you thinking about Will?"

Sally retorted subconsciously, and the cat pupils stood up slightly: "No!!"

Hannibal smiled half-smile, but didn't pierce his cat's specious thoughts.

The little girl is young and always has fantasies about some beautiful things.

Hannibal's study is like a library, with high windows and plenty of light refracted from the winter snow in Florence, shining like diamonds.

The three walls are built-in bookshelves, and the books on the high ones even need a ladder to reach them.

Feite thinks of a mouse that has fallen into a rice bowl, and he is so happy that he doesn't want to leave. He likes to read, and there are so many books here that he doesn't know which one to read. It took a lot of time just to recognize the titles of all the books.

"Professor Phil is really approachable."

Feite sighed that Professor Soriatu never let him into his study, saying that Feite would mess up his desk and his notes.

Soriatu's desk was always messy, while Hannibal's desk was full of beautiful things but organized.

The most eye-catching is a business card with gold lettering on a black background placed on a book cover, and a menu card.

Feite subconsciously looked at the door. There was no one there. He didn't have the habit of spying on people's privacy, but sometimes he didn't want to do anything, and fate arranged for it to be discovered by you.

It was Professor Soriato's business card. The edges were a little dark and hard. I don't know what was dyed on it, but the bottom was black, and I couldn't tell what it was.

Beneath the business card is a palm-sized menu card.

How to make Low Temperature Steak.

Very detailed.

Feite had a great appetite at first glance, and was flattered that this seemed to be a dish made by the other party himself.

"Mister's workmanship is very good."

Luo Xi suddenly appeared behind Fei Te, startling the young man, the business card in his hand slipped to the ground, and Luo Xi quickly picked it up.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to see it."

Fate explained embarrassingly.

Luo Xi silently looked at the business card, groped for the darkened and hard edges, and sniffed it lightly, there was a faint smell of rust.

The emotion in Luo Xi's eyes changed slightly.

"Sir is a nice guy, but it's not polite to mess with his things."

Rosie smiled: "But I will keep it a secret for you, Mr. Feite."

Feite breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you so much."

"Sir asked me to call you to the restaurant."

Feite left the study and went to the restaurant.

Luo Xi stayed where she was. She put the business card in the original place, turned around as she was about to leave, and returned to the seat. She opened the drawer, carefully looking for something.

Her eyes kept sweeping towards the door, but Hannibal was in the kitchen at this time, so he wouldn't come here.

Luo Xi gradually felt relieved, a bit bold, she rummaged through Hannibal's report documents, frowning in thought.

She took out her mobile phone, laid the document flat, took a few photos and saved it, and then put the document back to its original position. The details were not upside down, left and right.

She looked up from under the table, but met a pair of curious light gray-blue eyes

Luo Xi's heartbeat rushed to his throat suddenly, and his voice was a little out of control, "Why are you silent!"

Grenouille rarely took the initiative to speak. If no one spoke to him, he would blend into the manor like a shadow.

He has a pair of clear light gray-blue eyes, slightly gloomy when he doesn't look directly at people, he handed over a pair of gloves, the boy's voice seems to have gone through a period of voice change, between a boy and a youth, green and adult Human calm.

"You left fingerprints."

The table is very smooth, and Roxi's hands have been working for a long time, and the texture is rough, which is easy to leave marks.

Luo Xi hesitated to take the other party's gloves and wiped the table. She stared at Grenouille: "Will you tell Mr.?"

"There is nothing in the mansion that can be hidden from Mr.

"But as long as you help me hide it, my husband won't know. He's not a god."

Roche's knowledge of Hannibal was limited to that gentle gentleman, a scholar from France.

She seemed to have forgotten the dark stain on the business card.

And Grenouille knew more than her, but he didn't remind Rosie.

"If you don't ask, sir, I won't tell."

At 01:30 in the afternoon, Feite left the Capone mansion after drinking black tea.

The snow on the streets is covered with a thin layer again, and the snow plows probably won't be able to idle for a whole day.

Hannibal made a pot of coffee, the bitter aroma of which washed out the other smells in the room.

Grenouille was taking care of the lambs in the backyard, and Rosie was cleaning up. The manor was huge, and there were always dusty corners that needed to be cleaned.

A warm flame was burning in the fireplace. There was a dark brown blanket in front of the fireplace. On the blanket was a girl wearing only a white nightgown. The skirt was thin and smooth and stuck to her body. Although the kitten didn’t have any bursting curves, the girl’s capital There are still some, the milk-like skin is lined with a dark blanket, so beautiful that people want to touch it, she bends her legs on the blanket, dangling her little toes, holding a mobile phone to play games.

There was a single sofa next to the blanket, on which Hannibal drank a cup of coffee for half an hour with a book on his lap.

In the living room, there are only the sound of pages turning and the sound effects of games.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the coffee had already bottomed out and the book was coming to an end. Hannibal rubbed the space between his brows to relieve the tiredness of his eyes, while Sally was still playing games enthusiastically, her little face was reddish from the fire in the fireplace , the skin is also dyed a layer of warm color.

The energy of adolescence, Hannibal, an old guy who has bid farewell to adolescence for several years, cannot experience it.

"Sally."

The little girl elongated the ending sound softly and sweetly: "What's the matter~?"

Hannibal patted his leg lightly, "Come here."

The kitten tilted its head and looked at the thick-eyed Hannibal. In some things, the kitten is quite fond of shoveling his own shit, especially Sally, whose family status has reached a certain level after going through some incidents.

A generous kitten doesn't care about shoveling shit over trivial matters, and has the demeanor of losing his master.

Sally got up with bare feet, stepped on the blanket, and snuggled into Hannibal's arms. Sally was very small and soft, like a ball.

Thin white legs rested on Hannibal's arms, his head rested on the armrest of the sofa, and he stared at Hannibal with a smile from bottom to top: "What are you looking at?"

"Look at you."

Hannibal straightened out Sally's messy long hair just now, and the kitten's hair grew as fast as her nails, and the crystal fingertips would always bring pain to Hannibal when they were ambiguous and tender.

But Sally's appearance has not changed at all. Maybe the kitten grows up differently from ordinary people.

Maybe wait for the next estrus period before Sally will change.

Seeing Hannibal looking at her hands, Sally suddenly remembered something. She jumped off Hannibal, ran up to the second floor, and ran down again within a minute, holding a Nail polish bottle.

It's a shiny color.

Sally seemed to have found a new toy, her blue eyes were full of curiosity and eagerness to try, "We went out to play before, and Sally bought it on the side of the road! But Sally doesn't know how to use it!"

A bottle of nail polish was stuffed in Hannibal's hand, and the little girl worriedly looked at her ten fingers, as if wondering which one to paint first.

Hannibal's expression was calm, "I haven't tried putting nail polish on girls, Sally."

Her shit-shoveling officer had no experience with this kind of thing and expressed his refusal.

But Sally seemed to be selectively deaf. She wrapped the blanket and sat beside Hannibal's feet, with a warm fireplace on one side. Sally's smile was also warm. She stretched out her little hand and put it on Hannibal's feet on Bal's knee, looking up at Hannibal with a cold expression.

"Try it, Sally likes to play with this."

Hannibal's expression was very indifferent, from his pair of deep eyes to the corners of his tight and restrained lips, every inch of texture showed that he was very unfamiliar with painting girls' nail polish.

But his cat had a small head and an expectant look... he couldn't refuse.

Think good.

A cook's hand, a doctor's hand, a hunter's hand.

Presumably, applying nail polish does not require any skills.

The author has something to say: Uncle Ba is good at everything, but he is really not good at nail polish_(:з」∠)_

But his cat must not care about such small details, after all, the focus is on participating hhhhhhhahahahahaha

Grenouille is actually the big boss in the second half, am I talking nonsense?Will and Abigail are also about to show up.

But anyway, no matter how much they toss, the final winners are Iba and Sally_(:з」∠)_