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

Patsy knew that Will could not sincerely assist him in handling the case, so he privately contacted Jack in Baltimore, who, like Will, had a life-and-death confrontation with Hannibal. He was different from Will, and Will Has been influenced by Hannibal, which can be seen from his coming to Florence alone.

Jack would not understand what Will empathized with, why he could wait for the police to rescue him that night.

Hannibal's method, if he really wanted to kill a person, he would not give the person any chance of survival.

Criminals who make people feel charismatic, this is the scariest.

And why he kept his hands on Jack is also a question worth pondering.

Pazzi tried to apply to investigate the Caponi mansion, but was rejected by the higher-ups.

Unexpected result.

He can only wait for the arrival of Jack, as long as it proves that Professor Phil is Hannibal Lecter, all the lies will be self-defeating.

He will personally capture this criminal who committed heinous crimes many years ago.

However, before Jack arrived in Florence, Hannibal and Sally had left Italy, and Grenouille was with them.

For this reason, the little girl lost her temper.

"Didn't you say there won't be a third person on our trip? That guy! Sally hates him!!"

In the train carriage, there were three people in the VIP room, and Grenouille sat in the farthest corner from them, quietly except for his breathing, which proved that he was alive, and had no sense of existence at all.

He didn't respond to the little lady's rejection, he was a qualified shadow, a qualified knife belonging to Hannibal.

Sally was wearing a blue turtleneck sweater with a loose design. Her small hands were tucked into the sleeves, and her fingertips were clenched tightly on the cuffs. She was leaning against Hannibal, staring at a pair of blue eyes that were alert and disgusted. Her lower body was covered in white wool. A velvet skirt, slender legs, and a pair of short boots.

The whole person is youthful and bright.

And Hannibal has passed the age where he can sway his youth freely. He wears the suit that he has been wearing all the year round, which is steady and impenetrable.

"It's not travelling, Sally."

Hannibal said lightly, "We're going somewhere."

Sally glared at Grenouille viciously and warningly, the boy who had been taciturn all this time suddenly raised his head, and met Sally's unfriendly gaze.

He had nice eyes, but Sally didn't like them.

Sally even frowned at Grenouille watching her.

Grenouille lowered his head, his whole body was silent and thin.

Sally withdrew her gaze. She hid beside Hannibal. From an angle where Grenouille couldn't see her, she asked, "What are you doing there?"

Hannibal: "Vacation."

"Vacation?!"

"Well, Florence is about to have its coldest few days yet."

Sally understood, and she nodded in agreement: "That's why we should go to a warm place for vacation."

However, Sally didn't ask them where they were going, so that when they arrived at the destination and looked at the desolate and cold manor, and the cold-colored buildings gave people a chill from the bottom of their hearts, Sally felt that Hannibal was cheating on her.

Where is it warm!

Where is the vacation? !

Lie to the cat!

Sally turned her head and ran away immediately. Hannibal grabbed the kitten by the nape of the neck very presciently. Under the cold environment, the whole body of the lively and bright little girl, even the angry expression is very colorful, very good-looking.

"You lied to the cat! Where is the warmth!"

Hannibal calmly took out his phone and clicked on the weather software.

"It's five degrees different here than in Florence."

Sally sullenly said, "What's the difference between five degrees?!"

Hannibal's hand fell from the back of the kitten's neck, holding the little girl's tender little hand. Hannibal has a good temper, and there are very few things that really make him angry, except for the impulse of appetite, especially when facing Sally. After all, if Hannibal was irritable, maybe he would be tortured to death by Sally.

Grenouille didn't eat dog food with them, he entered the manor first to clean up.

Lecter Manor has been unoccupied for a long time, and the mottled traces on the walls symbolize the years and time. The gloomy light, just like this winter, makes people so cold that they dare not even breathe hard.

The carpet in the living room has long been damaged. It is worth pondering that the carpet is not caused by time, but by human beings. The empty murals on the walls, empty cabinets, and tableware left on the table seem to be as if the owner has just left, and everything is still the same .

While the owner was leaving, the house was met with robbers.

The house has a sense of age, like an old aristocrat, but the valuables in the house have long been empty.

The banisters of the stairs were moth-eaten in places, and the second floor was dark, like a passage leading to a monster's cave.

Grenouille opened the curtains, fetched water very diligently, and prepared to clean up.

The boy's seemingly thin arms were very strong. He opened all the curtains in the manor and opened the windows for ventilation.

He smelled the old and decaying bloody smell entrenched in the house.

There was a bloody disaster here.

And here is the home where Hannibal lived in his childhood.

"The armrest is broken, don't touch it."

Sally looked around curiously. The kitten seldom went out, and she would go wherever Hannibal took her. Novel things, never seen before, easily aroused the kitten's curiosity.

This is a very effective method, and Sally has now forgotten whether it is useful or not to have a difference of five degrees between Florence and Lithuania.

Hannibal led Sally to the second floor, he was familiar with the place, maybe most people have vague memories of their childhood, but Hannibal has a clear memory of this house, including everything that happened in the house clearly.

Psychiatrists have always managed memory differently from ordinary people.

He introduced the house on the second floor in a flat tone.

"Father and mother's bedroom, study, Misha's room, and the last one is mine. We will live here for the next few days."

The door opened wide, a room that belonged to a little boy.

"Who is Misha?"

Hannibal opened the curtains and windows of the bedroom. Lithuania's sunshine is not strong, even if the weather is good, it is still cloudy.

"Misha is my sister."

However, Sally never met Misha, she died.

Died in Hannibal's childhood.

Judging from the oldness of the house, this was the first time Hannibal returned here after he left.

Hannibal was lost in thought looking out the window, which faced a forest.

Sally didn't like such a silent Hannibal, she jumped on Hannibal's head, and pressed her paws on Hannibal's head realistically, and the kitten's voice came from above her head: "Meow~"

Sally tried to comfort Hannibal.

Full of vigor and hope.

He should be incompatible with a bloody devil like Hannibal, but they live together strangely.

Hannibal smiled, "Clean together?"

Sally's indifferent face: "NO"

The kitten rejected Hannibal's proposal and kicked him.

Sally regretted giving Hannibal warmth and love.

He should be quietly thinking about life in front of the window.

Of course, Hannibal didn't really expect his cat to clean up. All Sally had to do was to be obedient and not make any trouble, at least until the house was clean before making a fuss.

Fluffy cats get dusty and take baths, and Sally takes baths... well, it's hard to describe.

Ignoring the existence of Grenouille, Sally liked the manor very much, and Hannibal's former residence occupied a large part of the reason.

They spent most of the day cleaning up the house, and Sally paddled the whole time, and the biggest contribution was that they didn't make any mess.

They came here, but Florence caused a lot of trouble because of Hannibal's departure.

Will was the first to know that Professor Phil of Caponi was the same person as Hannibal Lecter. He concealed everyone. According to the information left by the mansion, he speculated where Hannibal might go.

Jack called him several times, but Will refused to answer.

"What the hell is he trying to do!"

Standing in the empty hotel room that Will checked out two hours ago, Jack figured he should have restricted Will's passport while he was in Baltimore.

He contacted the Baltimore nursing home, and sure enough, Abigail was missing too.

Jack thought Will had taken Abigail, and he shouldn't have come to arrest Hannibal alone, that man Will couldn't handle it alone.

But Patsy's statement overturned Jack's self-righteousness.

"He did not cooperate with my investigation, and in his speech, he supported the notorious criminal. Mr. Graham's psychological condition is very dangerous. You should find an excellent psychiatrist to treat him."

Jack: "His therapist..."

Hannibal, Alana.

Jack fell silent.

Hannibal's psychology is impeccable, but because he is so good, Will, who was treated by such a good criminal, is still the Will Jack knew?

Jack's paranoia strikes again.

In particular, he recalled that Alana was Hannibal's former student.

The two psychiatrists Will contacts are both related to Hannibal.

Earlier, Jack had persuaded Will to return to the FBI, but Will had resigned and refused.

He also didn't go back to school as a lecturer.

So, what was he doing during that time?

Jack couldn't get through to Will's phone number, so he left him a message.

[I'll give you one last chance, come back, Will. 】

Hannibal left Florence, and "Professor Phil" left Capone, and it was only a matter of time before Jack found out.

By the time Jack sent that message, however, Will had already left Florence.

He pulled out the SIM card and threw it into the trash can.

A sense of irritability welled up in him.

Out of nowhere, Will was annoyed by Jack's aggressiveness.

His world has only justice and evil.

The difference is clear.

And Will has blurred the so-called boundaries.

Finding Hannibal has become Will's own business. It has nothing to do with justice, and it has nothing to do with the FBI.

He missed too many things, too many opportunities.

The manor is located in a beautiful place in Lithuania. After a whole day of leisure, Sally finally got busy in the evening.

The author has something to say: it's almost over_(:з」∠)_