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

That day, a rainy night in Baltimore.

When Abigail was packing her suitcase, she received a call from Hannibal. Perhaps it was an unexpected incident, and the original plan for the four of them to leave Baltimore together changed.

In fact Will was unaware of their plan, and only at the last minute did Hannibal reveal that Abigail's position was against Will's.

For a split second, Abigail was terrified that Hannibal would tell Will her secret.

The man who had sincerely promised to adopt her and give her a family, Abigail didn't want Will to know that his poor victim in need of mercy had become an accomplice, a murderer who needed no sympathy.

On the phone, Hannibal told Abigail to go to the apartment immediately, and she would meet Sally on the way to pick up the red wine.

When she was hiding from the rain under the eaves, she was carrying luggage in her hand, but she was at a loss in her heart.

She vaguely guessed that maybe tomorrow, she would not be able to follow Sally and the others to leave this place.

Because false appearances are torn down.

Will and Hannibal are fighting against each other, and Jack's life and death are unknown. FBI agents soon arrive here, and everything becomes dangerous and desperate.

And at this critical moment, Sally chose her family without hesitation, Hannibal, holding a knife in those beautiful hands, looked sharp and decisive.

I can't see the awkwardness between the kitten and the poop shovel on weekdays at all.

At a critical juncture, Sally's choice was simple and clear.

She will not let herself become a stray cat, she will not abandon Hannibal, for this reason, she abandoned Abigail and Will.

People always have to choose, Sally is right, she just chose the most correct option for her.

Abigail also chose what was right for her.

"It's a shame Will won't be able to stand here with me."

Abigail's words did not get a response from Sally. The kitten's attitude made Abigail a little unpredictable. She remembered that Sally liked Will very much.

"Don't you like Will? Hannibal said he's coming to Florence, too."

Sally held a small shovel to shovel snow, and the heavy snow covered half of the windows, and Grenouille, who was responsible for shoveling snow, Sally didn't like to let him near her room.

The wind whizzed by outside, Sally's face was slightly reddened by the wind, snowflakes fell into her eyes, the kitten was stimulated by the ice, and she was shocked and rubbed her eyes.

"Sally, let me do it."

Abigail worried: "You'll catch a cold like this."

"No, you are a guest, so you should watch obediently."

Sally always talks about manners when she shouldn't.

Abigail had no choice but to sigh, and went back to the house to warm up the milk and drink it when Sally finished.

Sally went to the warehouse to move the ladder and set it up against the wall. The little girl wore a waterproof windbreaker, which was wide and wide and stretched to her ankles. The small shovel shoveled the snow. Sally took a rest for a while, and her peripheral vision fell to the top of the wall. In the backyard, Grenouille and Rosie were talking under the eaves of the courtyard.

Their voices were very small, only a few words remained as the wind drifted over.

Sally wanted to pretend she didn't hear it, but the kitten's hearing was very keen. She shoveled the snow expressionlessly, and kept looking at the neighbors with a cold gaze.

Grenouille was not afraid of the cold in winter, only wearing a shirt and a coat. His light gray blue eyes were lowered. He noticed a very strong line of sight, and suddenly raised his head to meet him. He was standing on the ladder at the top of the wall. The stern-faced little girl was startled, and became angry and threw the shovel and smashed it over.

The shovel was made of plastic, and Grenouille didn't dodge it, and took the blow silently and firmly, his forehead quickly turned red.

Luo Xi breathed a sigh of relief, "Little madam!"

The young girl known as the little lady glanced at Luo Xi's pale face with quite contemptuous eyes, and her cold blue eyes were as cold as the snow.

Close to vermilion is red, close to ink is black, to some extent, Sally is very similar to Hannibal.

But the difference is that Hannibal hides his emotions very deeply, while Sally easily hates someone and likes someone, with undisguised rejection in her eyes.

"Sally will let him throw you out."

Sally said this to Grenouille.

After speaking, Sally got off the ladder, and angrily carried the ladder that was two Sally taller than her back to the warehouse.

Abigail was confused, "Sally, why were you so angry just now?"

"Hmph, they want to die by themselves, and they can't blame others, so Sally won't care about them!"

The girl was innocently and cruelly angry: "Sally has already warned them."

Abigail: "???"

Abigail: "That boy named Grenouille? He doesn't look... like an ordinary person."

To put it cryptically, the same kind can best perceive the breath of the same kind.

But Hannibal could tolerate Grenouille staying in Caponi, which showed that he didn't take the danger of the boy seriously.

Sally has always been heartless, why did she react so strongly to Grenouille?

Abigail was contemplating, and Sally had puffed her cheeks, carrying the ladder into the warehouse without saying a word, and put it where it should be.

The kitten rubbed his face and wiped off the snow on his face, "You came to Italy alone, didn't Will stop you?"

"He is concerned about my psychological condition and doesn't come to see me often. I'm in a nursing home. I'm tired of that kind of place. It's all cold white and doctors."

Abigail's tone was gloomy, but she quickly recovered, "It was Hannibal who gave me a way. Without him, I would not have been able to come to Italy smoothly. Sally, are you happy to see me?"

"Of course!"

Sally's temper came and went quickly, she left Grenouille behind, took Abigail's hand and ran to the living room, "Hannibal bought a lot of puzzles, Sally is really good at this super stupid QAQ"

The little cubes are so cute, Sally can't help but play with the cubes and forget to find the color.

Kittens have a natural affection and interest in such toys.

Her purpose is not to put together a complete picture, Sally has no purpose, she is just playing.

In the afternoon, Anthony visited, and Hannibal went with him to the study.

Sally and Abigail puzzle together by the fireplace, while Grenouille and Rosie disappear.

They hadn't been seen since lunch, and Abigail didn't know their working hours, but Sally was with her in the living room, and whatever Grenouille and Rosie were doing, they always passed through the hallway off the living room.

But Abigail never saw them.

"Don't you think it's quiet today?"

Sally rested her chin and carefully looked for the puzzle pieces that belonged to this color block, "Because Rosie and Grenouille are going out."

Sally was so calm that Abigail suspected she was making a fuss.

"Wow, that's it!"

Sally put the last piece of the jigsaw puzzle in the empty space, and a highly difficult starry sky jigsaw puzzle appeared in front of her eyes. The kitten admired it for a while, hugged Abigail coquettishly: "You are amazing! Without you, Sally can't do anything." Finished it so quickly! The puzzle Hannibal bought is too difficult! He is too strict! It's so annoying!"

The faint goat's milk scent from the kitten invaded Abigail's nose, and she was in a trance for a while. Sally had already let go of her, and ran upstairs holding the puzzle.

"Sally wants to show the shit shovel!"

The kitten is full of vigor, and its little feet are stepping on the stairs, very happy...

and many more……

"Sally! Why aren't you wearing shoes again!!"

Sally didn't know when she developed a bad habit. She shivered from the cold and didn't like to wear shoes. She ran around the house with bare feet and socks at most.

The study is on the second floor.

Anthony is a warrior with ambition and brains, but he is self-righteous and shrewd, and he is easy to overturn, especially when he thinks he has caught Hannibal's weakness and is complacent.

"It's okay, we are partners, and no one knows your secret except me."

Perhaps it was because of Hannibal's gentle attitude, or perhaps because of some affinity of the psychiatrist, Anthony actually knew everything about Hannibal.

The more you talk, the more presumptuous you are.

"It's just that I don't understand why you choose to impersonate an idiot who is nothing but stupid. Professor Phil's name has become very famous recently, and he will never achieve such an achievement in his life."

"You are not from a low family background, and you have a beautiful lover. It's just Capponi's position as curator. Are you satisfied with this little bit of sweetness?"

Anthony was a little drunk, and Hannibal invited him for a good drink.

"I have a perfect idea."

Hannibal: "I would like to hear more about it."

Anthony's vision was a little blurred, "But I seem to be a little dizzy."

The lights in the study seemed to change into three, and Anthony was floating under his feet. He looked in the direction of Hannibal, and the gentle scholar and gentleman looked at him with a smile.

"You're drunk, Anthony, do you want to rest?"

Hannibal patted the back of the chair lightly, patiently luring his prey.

Anthony took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, he sat on the chair in a daze, and raised his head, "Your wine is so delicious, I think, I might sleep for a while very impolitely."

"It's ok."

Hannibal slipped a knife from his sleeve, and cut Anthony's throat artery silently and swiftly. Blood sprayed out, and Anthony's eyes were still drunk and gradually lost their light.

When he was dying, he seemed to be floating in the clouds.

Hannibal touched Anthony's neck, waiting for him to gradually lose his temperature and become cool.

Hannibal's light blue shirt was sprinkled with dots of blood, gradually smudged into the color of chocolate sauce. He had a handkerchief spread out on his hand, and the blade was wiped on the handkerchief to restore the cleanness of the white blade.

But the study was a mess.

Anthony's arteries were still spurting blood, bubbling like miniature fountains.

Hannibal wiped his hands and threw the handkerchief on the table.

A small puddle of blood quickly gathered under Anthony's chair, and the room was filled with a suffocating smell of blood.

While the murderer was still slowly arranging the notes on the table and continuing to write his speech, Anthony on the other side of the table stared at the midair silently with bewildered eyes.

The author has something to say: After watching Avengers 3 tonight, I feel like Hannibal, wanting to kill someone.