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

In the middle of the night, Hannibal on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and he tried to get up, but the kitten on his body made his movements a little lighter subconsciously.

He didn't want to wake Sally very much.

The little girl played all night because of nail polish.

Hannibal covered Sally's ears, and just now looked at the door, the door that was originally closed opened a crack at some point.

He took out the gun from under the pillow, aimed at the shadow behind the hanger and shot it neatly.

The girl in his arms shivered in fright, and moved her eyelids in a daze. Hannibal covered Sally's little ears tightly and pressed them against his heart. After all, Sally was still in Hannibal's warm arms again. fell asleep.

The figure snorted, and she fled in a hurry.

Hannibal turned on the light, and there was blood stains on the back of the clothes hanger. The door was opened by a key, and there was no sign of forcibly picking the lock.

It is the person inside the Caponi mansion.

Hannibal was not surprised. He wiped the muzzle of the gun, and took out a magazine clip fixed by tape from the inside of the drawer. Hannibal had the habit of hiding guns under the pillow, but there were not many bullets in the magazine, because there were very few used.

Before leaving the room, Hannibal glanced at Sally, tucked the corner of the quilt, and found two earplugs for Sally to put on.

Under the soft light, the little hands of the girl placed next to the pillow, the shiny nail polish is messy, but Sally doesn't know the correct way to apply nail polish. Hannibal's universal label makes Sally subconsciously think that it is correct to apply nail polish. of.

It may not be quiet tonight.

Just after twelve o'clock in the evening, the pointer just pointed to the next second. Grenouille was sitting on the edge of the bed, neatly dressed, and the sheets were clean and wrinkle-free. He was not ready to fall asleep.

He heard the gunshots on the second floor. The young man looked quiet. He held a doll in his hand on his lap. It was the doll that Sally was tired of playing with in the living room, and Grenouille brought it over.

"blue."

Grenouille murmured, his eyes lost in thought, and when the second gunshot sounded, Grenouille walked out of the room.

The corridor on the second floor is dimly lit, and the wall lamps on the walls are not bright, and the pattern of the wallpaper and the faint silhouette in the distance are faintly printed.

Sally lost Hannibal's temperature. It was 2 minutes after he left. The temperature belonging to him in the bed gradually became colder. Sally had no hair and couldn't keep warm by herself. She woke up from the cold and touched one side in a daze. The pillow was empty, Sally woke up immediately, sat up with her upper body propped up, and looked around blankly.

"Hannibal?"

He went out again?

Sally frowned unhappily. She rolled twice on the bed. She really couldn't bear the increasingly cold bed. She got out of the bed, her feet were bare, but the ground was also cold. The little girl moved her fingers and pressed her head The long hair was messed up in sleep, and the little skirt was not neatly pressed.

Sally put on a pair of cotton socks, which relieved her little feet a little.

She was about to go to sleep by the fireplace, but when she walked to the door, she smelled blood.

There is a blood stain behind the hanger on the door side, which is very fresh and will not exceed 10 minutes.

Sally stared at the dark color in silence, and subconsciously raised her hand to curl the ends of her curly hair. She walked out of the room, just took two steps, and suddenly turned sharply. Under the night, in the dark corridor, those blue cat eyes were as sharp as a pair of A knife stabs a man in the heart.

Grenouille was only two meters away from Sally.

"Why are you here!"

Sally's vigilance did not relax because it was Grenouille.

The quiet young man looked harmless to humans and animals, his light gray blue eyes had no evil thoughts, and he looked all the way to the end.

"I'm here to hand you something."

Grenouille raised his hand cautiously, as if he was afraid of shocking her. The boy's hand was very slender, but there were thick calluses on his fingertips, a few old scars on the back of his hand, and there were more places on his body that he couldn't see.

Sally stared at him blankly: "Sally doesn't like to take what you handed over."

The boy was not defeated by Sally's hate, he had a good temper, he was good at forbearance, even he didn't think Sally was bad, he had seen worse people than Sally.

"I won't touch you, I know you hate touching me."

Grenouille only held the doll's little feet, and most of the doll's body was facing Sally's direction.

Sally's expression was loose, and the hand hanging by her side was slightly raised but then put down again, "You can put it in the living room, Sally will get it tomorrow."

Grenouille rarely showed any expression, but at this moment, disappointment appeared on his face.

What is he missing?

Sally ignored him again, she thought that Hannibal and the injured man must still be at the Capone Mansion, and she had to find them as soon as possible.

Grenouille stood where he was, quietly watching Sally go further and further away, and his figure gradually merged into the darkness, as if he didn't exist.

Within a certain range, kittens have no difficulty finding people.

The smell of blood and Hannibal is like a lighthouse on the sea, pointing clearly.

Rosie covered her injured arm. She hid in the cabinet and covered her mouth with her other hand to prevent the pain from whimpering.

Her brown eyes were filled with shock. She seemed to have never expected that a scholar like Professor Phil would have the habit of hiding a gun under his pillow, let alone that he would shoot decisively.

Hannibal's behavior broke Roxi's inherent thinking, and she felt the horror of this man after a while.

However, it was too late, she wasn't sure if Hannibal saw her, but he didn't turn on the light, he probably didn't know it was her, Rosie could only close her eyes and wait for fate's judgment.

The lights in the laundry room were on, and clothes were still being washed in the front-loading washing machine. The time was set for an hour and a half, and there were still ten minutes left.

There are a few magazines on the small table on one side. Hannibal is facing the cabinet, sitting on a chair, flipping through the magazines. If the gun in his hand is ignored, the atmosphere is not so scary.

Sally followed the smell and looked for it. The first thing she saw was the cabinet, and then she looked at Hannibal with a bitter face, "Why are you here!"

Hannibal was a little surprised, "Are you awake?"

"Wake up cold!"

Sally was so wronged that she didn't want to talk. She stepped on Hannibal's shoes, but Sally didn't wear shoes. Even if her feet were cold, Sally didn't like to wear shoes, and she didn't know when she developed the bad habit.

The little girl pressed her forehead against Hannibal's shoulder, with a small expression on her face that I was wronged but I didn't say anything.

Hannibal sighed silently, picked up Sally, rubbed her cold feet, "Go back to sleep."

"Sally doesn't want to sleep alone, it's so cold."

The kitten blinked its wet cat eyes and looked at Hannibal eagerly.

Hannibal narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed softly.

Hannibal carried Sally back to bed.

Roxi in the closet was sweating nervously on her forehead, and she was in a daze, as if she didn't expect Sally's appearance to solve her predicament.

He would think that the husband is a gentle and kind person, what a big joke, the husband is only gentle to the little lady.

Luo Xi heaved a sigh of relief, she opened the cabinet door and was about to go out, but her foot stepped on something, looking down, her face turned pale.

It's Rosie's silk scarf.

She touched her neck dully, it was empty.

He saw it, he must have seen it.

He knew that Luo Xi was hiding here.

A chill ran down Rosie's spine.

She held on to the washing machine with weak legs, and she didn't recover for a long time until the reminder sounded that the washing machine's time was up.

She tried her best to take out the clothes as usual, and when she turned around, she saw Grenouille standing at the door of the laundry room.

The boy was still dressed in daytime clothes, and didn't sleep all night, as if he was waiting for something.

Luo Xi gritted his teeth and said nothing, but tears welled up in his eyes.

"Grenouille...you..."

Half of Grenouille's face was covered by shadows, but his voice was calm and clear, "There are no secrets in this manor, including you and me."

Rose: "Then what should I do?"

The boy didn't answer Luo Xi's insecure words, he said: "You should deal with the wound, sir didn't expose you, you are still safe."

But this looming danger is even more frightening.

But Rosie couldn't leave Capponi's mansion for the time being, because her task was not completed yet.

The next day, the snow stopped all morning, Sally didn't hide into a white ball to keep warm, she put on a coat and nestled in front of the fireplace, listening to Hannibal and someone on the phone.

Anthony visited after lunch.

I don't know what the two talked about, Hannibal seemed to lose patience with him.

"Ma'am, this is your goat's milk."

Luo Xi put the boiled goat's milk in Sally's hand, and the girl was playing the game carelessly, when she heard the words, she replied, "Does the wound still hurt?"

Luo Xi's hands trembled, "Ma'am..."

"Han... Phil treats you badly, why did you betray Phil?"

Sally put down her phone and asked Roxi suspiciously.

The girl's simple and straightforward question made Luo Xi choke for a moment, and she suddenly didn't dare to look into the bright and clear eyes of the little lady.

"Will sir kill me?"

Rosie asked softly.

Sally thought about it, and said honestly: "Yes, he is broken, very bad."

The tray in Luo Xi's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and the color of her lips changed in fright, but the words added later by the little lady made her a little dumbfounded.

The kitten doesn't understand the twists and turns of human beings at all, and she doesn't understand it even if she understands it. She just thinks that Luo Xi is very strange.

Does Roxi firmly believe that Hannibal will not really kill her or there are other reasons.

The snow stopped all morning, and it began to fall again in the afternoon. At this time, Will had already arrived in Florence. Based on Alana's deduction, he preliminarily guessed that Hannibal might be in Florence.

The events in Baltimore revealed Hannibal's true identity, but the cost was high. Alana was devastated, Abigail was traumatized, and even Will began to doubt his own correctness.

He thought that if he couldn't find Hannibal, maybe his shadow would never be lifted.

As soon as Will got off the plane, he received a call from Abigail.

She told Will that she ran away from home.

She said: I'm going to Sally, don't stop me, you can't stop me.

Will:? ? ?

He didn't seem to tell Abigail that Sally and Hannibal might be in Florence?

The author has something to say: Will and Abigail are coming soon _(:з」∠)_ Everyone is messing around, except for Sally, she just wants to eat, dress, sleep, and have shit When a stray cat√

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