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

Will was trapped in the woods, the road was slippery in snowy weather, and the soil was wet and soft. When passing a steep slope, Will accidentally stepped on a hole covered by leaves.

Perhaps it was the pit where hunters hunted in the surrounding area in the early years. The walls moistened by rain are very slippery and there is no point of focus.

At the bottom of the pit there were rotting tree branch tips, and when Will fell, he scratched his arm, a long bloodstain.

Thick snow fell, and Will wiped off the snow on his face. After trying to climb up to no avail, he took out his mobile phone and tried to call the police, but there was no signal.

Will arrived in Lithuania in the morning, his empathy ability allowed him to perfectly simulate Hannibal's thinking, his memory is very good, he can pull out every detail of the conversation with Hannibal, and then deduce the place in Lithuania .

But before reaching the destination, Will was trapped here.

"Need help, sir?"

Just when Will pulled out the chip on the back of the phone and asked the FBI for help, a boy asked from above. Will looked up, and it was a boy wearing a black umbrella and wearing thin clothes. .

"Thank you, are you a resident here?"

"My master went back to his hometown for vacation, and I came with him."

The boy's speech was hoarse, as if he was not talkative, snowflakes fell on his eyelashes, and his gray-blue eyes were very quiet.

Will cleaned up the dirt and snow from his body, followed the boy, and looked at him without any trace. Maybe it was not polite to treat the person who saved him, but the boy was full of doubts.

Before entering the woods, Will asked the locals that the woods had been abandoned decades ago due to the war. There was a manor in the woods, which had long since been deserted, and it was gloomy like a haunted house.

Who would come here on vacation.

Wearing a gray scarf, Will breathed out a breath of white mist. He looked like a lost rabbit, with alert calm in his eyes.

"What's your master's name?"

The boy's footprints were deep and shallow, and he took Will to the outside of the manor's wall, and the gate was just around the corner.

He turned around, with a faint snow-like smell on his body, so that Will hadn't noticed it all the time. Now that he had settled down, the scent of the boy rushed into Will's nose one by one, and the cool breath made Will's nose hurt a little. meaning.

It may be too cold.

Will thought dully.

"My husband is Professor Phil, the owner of Florence Caponi, but I think, in your place, the husband should have a different name."

Will frowned, subconsciously touched the gun on his waist, "What else do you know?"

Boy: "I also know that the person you are looking for is in the house."

A person who is not talkative, but his voice unexpectedly has a special feeling. He does not look special, at most it is the place where the clothes are not covered, and the old scars on the skin.

He doesn't like to look directly into people's eyes when he speaks. He is not good at dealing with people, and he is even a little dumb.

"I wish you success."

After the young man left these words, Will was taken aback, and then disappeared in the cold winter, with the bleak wind blowing, the manor was gloomy, and it was no longer suitable for people to live in.

It was dawn at this moment, and the snow added light to the dark world. The sun had not yet risen, and there was still a long time before dawn.

Will stood in front of the door, raised his hand and pushed it away. The dim room smelled of decay, and the FBI agents' perennial vigilance made him keenly aware of the tense and murderous atmosphere in the manor.

Hairs stand on end.

Will felt a little irritable for no reason. He untied his scarf, put it at the door, held the gun, and stepped in.

When Sally woke up, the first thing she saw was the dark night sky, and the cold snowflakes fell into her eyes. The kitten blinked blankly, and the memories before falling asleep flooded back.

Careless.

Cats are famous for their vigilance, how could they be so negligent.

How the hell did that damn bastard do it?

Sally was annoyed for a while, and wanted to get up from the ground, but she had no strength, and her head fell into the snow, and she couldn't turn over no matter how hard she tried.

Someone seemed to laugh.

Grenouille was sitting on a half-broken tree root. He was wearing thin clothes, as if he was not afraid of the cold by nature, or he was used to this harsh winter. His gray-blue eyes were shining with pure and bright colors.

like a child.

He found a cart from the warehouse, and when the FBI agent entered the manor, he took Sally and left the manor.

Maybe he'll live until the sun comes up.

Grenouille thought quietly. He took a bite of bread, stuffed with chocolate. He had never eaten such delicious things before. The only food he could eat every day was rotten food, or leftovers that were hard and unpalatable.

After eating some bread, his stomach warmed up a bit. He half picked up Sally, who was lying on the ground like a snowball, and was hit head-on by the angry kitten.

The girl's face was full of anger, and her cat pupils were sharp.

"You only have the strength to smash the snow."

The young man spoke softly.

"You will die! You will never, ever get out of here alive! Hannibal will kill you!"

"How dare you! How dare you treat Sally like this!! You bastard!!!"

The kitten was howling angrily, Grenouille was holding the kitten and putting it on the cart, and the boy was walking on the snow with the handle of the cart.

The wind and snow brought Will's breath.

Sally's strength is slowly recovering, but there is always a strange fragrance lingering on Grenouille's body, inexplicably calming down Sally's anger, gradually calming down, lying on the cart silently, and seeing the Ghostly tree branches silhouettes.

The snow reflects light, the moon is still hanging in the sky, and the sky and the earth are also bright.

Sally was much quieter and more docile, and she began to think about other issues.

"Where are you taking Sally?"

"Your fragrance is so strange, do you know how to make fragrance?"

Grenouille answered this question.

"I used to be a perfumer."

Sally: "And then?"

"After a disaster, I was locked in a cage and traveled around with human traffickers, and later, I met Mr.

Sally asked in surprise, "Are you so powerful?"

Grenouille paused, and said with some discomfort: "A little bit, for example, you hate me very much, but now you are curious about me because of my fragrance."

Sally: "..."

Grenouille felt that he had said something wrong, but he didn't want to lie, "I made a fragrance that made people like me when they smelled it."

Sally said blankly: "Sally doesn't like you."

The wheels of the cart creaked and creaked on the snow. They left the manor and shuttled through the woods.

"I said that I can make people who smell it fall in love with me, but you are not a human being, so the effect is greatly reduced."

Grenouille was surprisingly chatty.

His breath is calm and even gentle. He has the appearance of a teenager, but he has a pair of adult eyes, which are eyes that have seen everything and are still pure.

When he saw the white cat in that courtyard, he knew it was the little lady.

The smell doesn't lie.

Sally was a little upset because he hated Grenouille, but what was she doing, talking to him?

I wouldn't ask him if I was too curious, hmph.

"Then why didn't you use it before? Otherwise, you wouldn't be in such a miserable situation."

Grenouille's birth and upbringing were full of misfortunes, and he was eager for others to love him, instead of treating him like a rat in the sewer.

But one day, he concocted a perfume that made people like him, and everyone fell madly in love with him.

Like a bunch of lunatics.

They still don't love him.

All they love is the scent.

Grenouille is nothing without fragrance.

"arrive."

Sally: "Where?"

"The cave."

Sally realized that she could move in a trance, and immediately jumped off the cart. Grenouille didn't stop him, and he walked forward on his own, and took the net bag from the cart.

"The temperature difference between the cave and the outside is huge. My husband said that you love fish. There is a lake in the cave, and there are fish in the lake."

Teenagers are not aggressive.

Sally felt that he was a little weird. This is Hannibal's hometown. How could the young man know so clearly when he came here for the first time.

She looked around, and she was already a little far away from the manor.

Will is here, he must have gone to the manor, she should find a chance to go back and leave here with Hannibal.

but……

First catch a fish and let Hannibal cook it for her.

Sally followed in small steps.

"You are so bad, will you let me catch fish?!"

Character and catching fish don't seem to conflict.

Sally entered the cave, and the temperature was really warm. She took off her coat, rolled up her trousers, and really went to catch fish.

Grenouille found dry branches and set them on the ground to start a fire.

The light of the fire was faint, and Grenouille's face was printed on it.

At this time, in the manor.

Will finally got his wish and found Hannibal. After the bloody night in Baltimore, this man took away all the doubts, and he left something that shook Will's belief.

"You should have expected that there will be this side today."

A dark living room, a long lacquered wooden dining table, and two lonely cups of steaming coffee.

Hannibal, dressed in a dark blue suit, his silhouette illuminated by the moonlight outside the window, sits in a chair and invites Will for coffee.

"Check all the way, it should be very cold, how about a cup of coffee?"

Will was silent for two seconds. He put away his gun and took a sip of coffee, "It's not your usual coffee."

Hannibal smiled: "Sally didn't like the previous taste, so I changed it."

Will: "You really love her, it's unbelievable that you would change yourself for a girl."

Hannibal thought seriously: "It's not a change, it's just a small compromise."

"Sally is cute, isn't she?"

Will moved his lips awkwardly: "Yes, she is the cutest child I have ever seen. I once thought that you would end up in a worse situation. You are not suitable for her."

"fact?"

"The truth is, you're so harmonious that no one can get in."

The coffee warmed his stomach, and the bitter aroma soothed Will's grumpy heart since he entered the door.

Now that I think about it, that irascibility is also strange.

The scent on the boy's body was incompatible with all of this.

Will: "When I came here, I met a boy who saved me. Do you know him?"

Hannibal stood up and refilled Will's cup. In the transparent coffee pot, the dark liquid exuded an attractive bitter aroma, "A very interesting friend."

friend?

But from what the young man said, they seemed to be in a master-servant relationship.

Teenagers have a very strong class concept.

"He's suspicious."

Will didn't think Hannibal didn't know.

But compared to this clueless doubt, Will is more concerned about the series of actions of Hannibal leaving Florence.

Lithuania is Hannibal's hometown, and from what Will knows about Hannibal, he's not a nostalgic person.

What's more, it might not be a very good memory.

"You seem to have a lot of questions to ask."

Will recovered from his thoughts, "Do you want to answer for me?"

"Maybe, maybe this is the last time you'll see me and Sally."

There's always something special about a farewell friend.

Hannibal regarded Will as his friend. Of course, if Will failed to find Lithuania, then the name of friend would always be in the imagination of one of Hannibal's plans.

Will realized Hannibal's point of view, and his mood was indescribable.

"Does Sally know?"

Hannibal was silent for a second, "No, she doesn't know, you reminded me, Will."

Will: "..."

This is very embarrassing.

Apparently Hannibal's plan hadn't had time to tell his little girl.

Grenouille's actions were too fast, and even in Hannibal's plan, the boy added many small surprises of his own.

Will said: "She will be angry."

Hannibal frowned with a headache: "Yes, I already expected Sally's mood when she saw Jack, it must be very bad."

"Jack?"

Will froze for a moment: "Wait!"

Will sat up abruptly, pacing back and forth thinking, he tried to put himself in Hannibal's situation to think about the problem, he thought of that strange boy.

"The Florence case needs a murderer."

Hannibal's voice sounds like a devil's croon, and Will agrees damn damn well.

"Like Baltimore back then, it takes a Chesapeake Ripper and you go to jail."

Hannibal smiled at the broken expression of "you are enough" on Will's face.

what a pity.

Sally is not here, she must like to see Will like this.

Sally: Fuck you bastard.

Sally had completely forgotten about her shit shoveler.

She is addicted to catching fish and cannot extricate herself.

She thought that Grenouille was not entirely without merit.

But after thinking about it, Sally wondered if it was the smell.

But the boy did bring Sally a different feeling.

He looks lonely.

Caught the fish and grilled it on the rack.

Sally ate it jubilantly. Although it was not cooked or seasoned to the human taste, it was boring to eat, but Sally liked the original taste.

"Two hours to daylight."

Grenouille said suddenly.

He sat at the entrance of the cave looking at the moon, took out the small bottle in his pocket, and handed it to Sally, "Here for you."

Sally didn't answer: "Why?"

"I won't be able to use it anymore."

Grenouille's eyes were faintly bright: "This is my favorite work, I hope you will like it."

Sally curled her lips: "Can you make people like your perfume?"

The young man nodded.

After hearing this, Sally snorted contemptuously. The disgust in Kitten's eyes almost overflowed. She took the bottle and threw it away decisively.

"Sally is so cute, do you still need this kind of thing? Anyone who doesn't like Sally should reflect on it!"

The kitten made a domineering and confident declaration, bowing his head to take a bite of the fish, his momentum was not lost at all.

Grenouille: "..."

The boy's dull expression changed a little. He stared in shock at the direction where the perfume disappeared, and suddenly felt the ridiculousness of life.

Grenouille suddenly laughed out loud, with an extremely cheerful and pure smile, his gray-blue eyes were like a glowing lake, he finally had the look that a teenager should have.

Grenouille hugged Sally fondly, like a big toy, like a child.

"Wow! Bastard!!"

Sally frowned, and unceremoniously kicked Grenouille's stomach, "What are you doing! Can you hug Sally too!!"

The young man smiled like a big fool, "I'm sorry, please allow me to be presumptuous for a while, just for a while."

The author has something to say: In fact, Xiao Changgong is quite simple_(:з」∠)_