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

Will came to Florence for Hannibal, but not in the name of the FBI. Except for Alana and Abigail, no one knew that Will left Baltimore for Florence.

After Hannibal's identity was exposed, Will's suspicion was also cleared. He was not the so-called Chesapeake Ripper and had nothing to do with those murders. Will expressed his sincere apologies.

Jack hopes that Will can sort out his situation as soon as possible, and then rejoin the work of the FBI, but Will refuses.

Once his resignation letter was handed out, there was no possibility of taking it back.

Will's empathy ability can perfectly imitate the murderer's psychology to restore the case, but the real Chesapeake Ripper, that is, Hannibal has been hiding in the dark, teasing Will back and forth in various cases like a bad hunter. Wandering, even falling into self-doubt and denial.

Will and Hannibal stayed that floor apart until that rainy night in Baltimore.

Jack was seriously injured and was on the verge of death. Hannibal didn't do anything real, otherwise Jack wouldn't be able to hold out the arrival of the police car.

And the appearance of Abigail.

In the hospital, Will tried more than once to empathize with Hannibal's psychology at that time.

And the truth that finally pointed out, pulled Will, who was on the verge of falling, into the bottomless abyss.

He could have chosen a better path.

Hannibal was right, he succeeded.

This horrible guy left Baltimore and still left behind something that would shake Will's faith.

Face your true inner self.

Will stood in the center of the church, staring at the corpse in front of him, and there was an indescribable fragrance in the air.

This is not the work of Hannibal.

Such a strong love is intertwined with a hidden killing intent. The murderer is a man who is good at hiding himself and acting recklessly.

But even if it wasn't Hannibal's work, he and the murderer must have known each other.

Somewhat boring.

Will thought.

Pazzi frowned tightly, and murmured: "It's too cruel."

"Very artistic."

Will's words made Patsy a little speechless. He could basically confirm that Mr. Graham might be the next criminal if he didn't pay attention.

Would a normal person be very artistic in evaluating a dead body?

"You don't seem interested in this?"

Patsy said sharply.

Will didn't admit it or refute it.

A righteous detective will neglect justice one day. He came to Florence only to investigate Hannibal. For other cases, whether it is a case without a clue or a murder case, Will doesn't want to waste too much time on it.

"I advise you to hold back, Mr. Patsy. After all, I don't really want to attend your funeral. You are a very good person."

Pazzi: "..." Don't think I won't hit you if you praise me.

Will left the center of the church and came to the outer circle. Sally didn't wait for him and went to play there.

The kitten is always free, it will not really wait in place obediently, Sally is not Winston.

So at this time, I can only go to the cat.

The snow stopped half an hour ago, the sun was falling, and the golden light penetrated into the church from the dome. A snow-white and fluffy little white cat sat on the railing, with its soft cat tail gently circled to one side, and its small neck was raised, slightly With her cat's eyes closed, her little pink nose was wet. She smelled a familiar scent, but she pretended not to smell it, and still basked in the sun on her own.

It was no secret that Will would come to church.

It was a secret that Hannibal appeared here.

He had made an appointment with Sally to meet Will, but last night there was an awkward situation and the agreement was invalidated, but today, due to various reasons, they all came.

Very heavy cedar wood scent.

A person appeared beside the kitten. He looked at the top of the church window. The bright sunlight could not melt the snow, but it could melt the vigilance of a cat.

This place is far away from the center, and the sound is far away, leaving only the subtle rhythm of sunlight breathing.

Hannibal quietly accompanied Sally without speaking.

"Do you know why Sally didn't turn into a human?"

Hannibal looked down, "Oh?"

The kitten slowly opened its eyes, and the light shone into the cat's pupils, forming a vertical black line, and a large blue desert spread coldly. She glanced at the excrement shovel officer beside her with a cold expression.

There is a desert and the sea in Sally's eyes.

"that's terrible."

Sally complained, "Wilza's hair is terrible."

I was used to Hannibal's exquisite care, so I didn't take it seriously. It was only when I changed people that I realized that not everyone has a pair of skillful hands like Hannibal.

But will she admit it, impossible.

But Hannibal would understand, he knew Sally better than Sally herself.

The tsundere kitty now only needs one step down.

"Did you sleep well last night."

Sally: "..."

Hannibal: "Will's breath is very strong on you."

"Because Sally slept in Will's bed."

Hannibal smiled.

Sally turned her face away: "Will is much more upright than you, hateful human being, only you make Sally angry by using Sally as a bed warmer, and you don't know how to cherish the money you make. I really want to scratch your face."

Sally was never polite to Hannibal.

Now it's just grumbling, which is quite peaceful.

The relationship between Sally and Hannibal can no longer be described in simple words.

It was Hannibal who often made Sally angry, but it was also Hannibal who made Sally feel most dependent and at ease.

"Last night I was thinking about what to do right with grown Sally."

It is rare for Hannibal to be so peaceful and calm. The hunter is always in a hunting atmosphere. Once he returns to reality, he feels an unrealistic sense of family.

Aside from some of Hannibal's odd quirks, he was a very good husband.

At least his beloved Sally left him, completely unsuited to life outside.

What a despicable human being, Sally thought gloomily.

"My fault, Sally."

The man admitted his mistake with a smile.

The kitten was a little shaken.

Hannibal is so good at smoothing.

Sally licked her paw, and barely lifted the pad.

Hannibal raised his eyebrows, and held Sally's claws cooperatively.

The kitten was pampered and pampered, even its pink and tender pads were as soft as cotton. Hannibal pinched the cat's paws, and then let the cat take its course and hugged the cat in his arms.

"Sally didn't sleep well last night. You had a good time last night, asshole."

"No, not happy, Sally."

Hannibal pinched the cat's ears, feeling happy inside, "I'm very sad."

"Hmph! It's right to be sad!"

Sally climbed onto Hannibal's shoulders and sat down, her face full of indifference, but the cat's tail sweeping back and forth revealed Sally's good mood.

The world owes Hannibal and his cat an Oscar each.

Sally forgot to say goodbye to Will, and Hannibal didn't mention it.

But after Will couldn't find Sally in the church, he was silent for a few seconds and then went back to the hotel by himself.

Sally said she would wait for Will at the church, and the kitten probably wouldn't break her promise.

Unless she met Hannibal.

He is here.

After one night, the Caponi mansion welcomed their little lady again.

It's just that the mansion is a bit deserted, Hannibal rejected all visitors, Rosie died, and Grenouille was dealing with Anthony's body.

In the huge house, only Sally and Hannibal's place is warm.

The snow stopped for a long time, and it fell again in the evening.

The study room was completely cleaned, the carpet and the table were all replaced with new ones, and the air was much fresher, satisfying Sally's picky little nose.

"Are we leaving here soon?"

Hannibal has been acting a lot more recently.

Anthony, Soriato, Roshi.

Pazzi has confirmed that Hannibal is the murderer, but has not yet obtained definite evidence.

But Will came to Florence, and he knew Hannibal's modus operandi very well. If Patsy and Will join hands, it is very likely to catch Hannibal's clues.

But... Will won't.

The keen Sally sat on the stool and asked, while Hannibal behind him carefully separated the kitten's long hair.

"Maybe, it depends on the progress of Will's investigation."

"Aren't you going to meet him?"

Sally rested her chin and wrapped her fingers around the hair rope: "Will seems to be a little different, will he travel with us?"

Hannibal had been in the habit of collecting cat fur since Sally was a kitten.

After Sally became a girl, Hannibal still got used to taking care of Sally's hair.

The fur of kittens is like their natural clothes. A qualified excrement shoveler will not make your cat unattractive.

"Will you be lonely when it's just the two of us, Sally?"

Sally raised her small head, hugged Hannibal's neck, leaned her body up, and rubbed the tip of her nose against the shit-shoveling officer's chin, "Wow, don't think that Sally forgives you, you have to make progress, the questions you have already answered, Sally doesn't want to repeat it."

Hannibal hugged his cat and leaned over to kiss the little girl on the lips.

Very tender.

So easy to please, his Sally.

The heart of a small animal is narrow and warm, and can only accommodate so much.

When you are full, you will not be lonely.

He must be vengeful, vicious and cute.

Capricious, but the kitten's heart is clear and transparent.

Unlike Hannibal, who has a dark heart and can no longer see the end.

Hannibal gave Abigail enough freedom and choices, but he didn't give her the choice Abigail was looking forward to most.

Hannibal and Sally's trip cannot accommodate a third person.

In Baltimore, Hannibal did give Will and Abigail a chance, but due to various reasons, they couldn't achieve it.

There is only one chance, and it is fleeting.

Apparently, the capricious hunter has decided to go away with his mate.

"Being able to have a new identity may also be a new beginning for me."

Abigail readily accepts Hannibal's arrangement.

It's just that Will is still in Florence, and Pazzi has been paying close attention to the Caponi mansion. It may not be easy for Hannibal and Sally to leave.

Grenouille returned to the mansion in the middle of the night. He was not surprised to learn of Hannibal's decision from Abigail.

Grenouille had guessed it since Hannibal asked Grenouille to dispose of Anthony's body.

The man looked into his eyes, and it always made people feel as if they were stared at by the abyss.

He stood quietly in front of the fireplace, the dark blanket still retains the warmth, the little lady may have rested on this blanket.

The fragrance is strong.

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