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

"Hannibal is dead."

"Do you believe it?"

"Sometimes you don't believe what I say, you can try to hypnotize me, and I will cooperate with you."

Alana paused slightly while holding the pen, and said helplessly, "Will, I'm sorry, I was dazzled by love during that time, and I doubted you, you must know, Hannibal is a man with magical powers, if You have a problem with me because of this, and I will accept it."

Hannibal is a magical and terrifying cold guy who affects many people without saving them.

He put their spirits in the sun and scorched them. After Hannibal left in Baltimore, many cases suddenly broke out from the dark for a while. On a peak day, there is even a shortage of detectives dispatched to the police.

Alana refused to remember Hannibal herself, his eyes, his words, and the curvature of his lips, Alana still can't forget.

The forensic doctor extracted Hannibal's DNA and a charred black cat in his arms in the burnt manor.

he died.

Alana should try to put him down too, it's not Alana's style to pester a criminal.

"Will you go back to the FBI? You killed Hannibal, and the upper echelons will reward you."

Will shakes his head. He's booked a flight back to Baltimore tomorrow morning, but not with Jack.

"I plan to continue working as a lecturer at the police academy, and Winston is taking care of it in the pet shop. I should miss me. When I go back, I will have another drink when I have time."

Alana: "Good luck."

"Bye"

Will left the room, and when the door was closed, the obscurity and forbearance that he had always maintained in front of Alana gradually faded away. He rubbed his face, feeling that it was not easy to control his emotions.

Early the next morning, Will left Lithuania without notifying anyone. Before boarding the plane, he received a strange text message on his mobile phone.

It is a blessing.

There is also an emoji at the end of the sentence.

Will wrote down the number, then deleted the message record.

Jack knew that when Will left Lithuania, he had just got off the plane and arrived in Florence. Pazzi was with him all the way, and he kept calling his boss on the way to prepare for the record.

Patsy's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, this was not the result he expected.

Either he died in Lithuania, at the hands of that murderer, or he captured the demon and made him face punishment.

Instead of not even seeing each other, the other party turned into burnt ashes, and left him with a young man who was a scapegoat at first sight.

The teenager named Grenouille confessed to Florence's recent case.

But Patsy didn't believe everything the boy said.

He hated Hannibal so much.

"Don't you say something?! We are partners!! Hannibal is dead, but Florence's case is still unfinished, and I haven't even seen his face! It's hard to even convict!!"

Jack said casually, "Didn't someone plead guilty?"

Patsy got annoyed at the mention of this, and he and Jack stood arguing outside the police station. Will shot and killed Hannibal, the bloody demon in Baltimore, but it was a feat. Jack was mixed, but undoubtedly relieved.

Patsy couldn't understand Jack's relaxed attitude, and he sneered.

The police officers on the side were holding Grenouille, and there was no sadness or panic on the boy's face, as if what he was about to face was not accusations and prison, but a daily routine that was no different from yesterday.

In fact, being alive is already a good ending for Grenouille.

He offended the little lady, but the husband didn't kill him, which was unexpected.

He didn't think he could hide his thoughts from the husband, but he still imagined that the lie was based on the truth. If the little lady left the manor and the forest with him, he would definitely take the little lady far away.

He shouldn't have expected it.

The little lady has a different life from him.

Grenouille thought calmly, Mr. really didn't take him seriously at all, and he didn't think he would pose a threat to them at all.

Although I have long been used to it, I still feel a little sad occasionally.

Pazzi didn't believe that Grenouille was the instigator of those cases. He tried to get Hannibal out of Grenouille's mouth, but the boy was not good at talking and was good at hiding secrets.

His silent gray-blue eyes, just looking at you quietly, can drive people crazy.

"Don't you believe I'm going to kill someone?"

Pazzi looked embarrassed: "No, I just don't believe that you will be the mastermind. What kind of benefits did Hannibal promise you, let you defend him like this!"

Grenouille said indifferently: "Mr. is very good, he saved me."

A strange boy with bloody hands but clear eyes, he will be grateful and kill.

"They smell really bad before they die."

Patsy: "..."

Hannibal's actions rarely leave traces, and Grenouille has a great talent for dealing with the details of smell. Even if Grenouille pleaded guilty, the evidence is not enough to try and convict him, so he can only be convicted as an accessory The charges put Grenouille in prison.

Even so, Pazzi investigated Hannibal endlessly, visiting Grenouille every week, hoping that he would become a tainted witness.

It wasn't until three years after the series of incidents in Florence, Grenouille's sentence was reduced and reduced, and Pazzi died in a vendetta that the long road to investigation came to an abrupt end.

London, UK, late spring.

In the early morning, the flower shop on Baker Street opens for business, and the whole street is filled with fragrant fragrance. The customers of the coffee shop come and go, the adults rushing to work on the sidewalk, and the high school students carrying their schoolbags to school.

On the street, an apartment that was listed for sale four months ago welcomed their new residents.

They came quietly, visiting late at night, and only the person who sold the house knew that it was a couple who bought the house.

The gentleman called the homeowner early one morning and knocked on his door that evening.

The owners did not know until later in the conversation that they were not in the UK that morning.

During the conversation, the homeowner subconsciously looked at the couple.

Mysterious, courteous, is what homeowners are most direct to them.

The other thing that caught his attention was the lady, who was pretty with catlike blue eyes.

The next day, the owner handed over the house. The house had already been tidied up, so he sent someone to live in it.

The decor is still in the style of the previous owners, but that's ok, they will be living in London for a while, and the furniture can be changed, everything can be changed.

They spent the first night in this house.

On the dining table covered with a dark blue tablecloth, the woman with her slender white legs propped behind her hands, no, it can also be called a girl, her age has become blurred on her body, she has the youth of a girl, but also has The woman's coquettishness and the vicious willfulness between her eyebrows and eyes showed that this girl was not usually easy to mess with.

"You clearly promised Sally that you would let Sally be on top last night."

Honey-like voice, wrapped in hoarseness just waking up.

The tender little feet poked the man's chest unceremoniously.

Hannibal held Sally's feet, and he was used to dealing with his cat, and put socks on Sally by the way, "You are indeed on it, Sally."

The socks were half worn, and Sally kicked them away angrily, "What's the difference between that and before?! It's Sally who gets bullied! Sally wants to bully you too!"

Hannibal retrieved the sock and held Sally's foot tighter, otherwise Sally would have played the game of picking up the sock with him all morning.

The kitten's toes are round and pink, and the skin is smooth, not as tender as a walker.

The calmer Hannibal was, the more unhappy Sally was, and when she was unhappy, she would make a fuss.

Hannibal had to temporarily compromise, "Put on your shoes first, and we'll argue after breakfast, okay Sally?"

The kitten twitched the corners of its mouth, looked lightly at Hannibal's abyss-like eyes, stepped on Hannibal's knee, hung directly on him, slid down, stepped on Hannibal's instep, and stuffed his own foot into the shoe.

"What's breakfast?"

"Omelette, goat's milk, meat."

Sally nodded, indicating that she could barely do it.

They've just moved here, and Hannibal seems to want to try a different kind of life, and with Hannibal, they will never live the same life.

He applied for the position of professor of history at the University of London, and he bought this apartment on purpose, surrounded by neighbors on all sides, completely unsuitable for Hannibal's occasional idiosyncrasies.

Sally asked him why he chose this place.

The shit shoveler smiled and said: Interesting.

Oh……

Evil shit shovel officer.

They have traveled to many places in the past few years, and they occasionally recalled that Baltimore and Florence were small nodes in a wonderful life.

Sally has been able to fully integrate into human life, and she will only reveal her cat's nature in front of Hannibal.

She loves to laugh, and she is beautiful and pleasant. She has the capital of willfulness, but she is used to grasping the size.

After Hannibal went out, Sally went out to the store to buy some small biscuits, then packed them, knocked on the neighbor's door one by one, and introduced herself with a smile.

"Is this the little biscuit you baked? Looks delicious!"

Sally smiled without turning red and heartbeat: "You can only do this, just don't feel disgusted."

Look, kittens and humans are not inferior to each other.

Mrs. Hudson took the beautifully packaged small box in surprise, and she thought she would also give this lovely little girl some dried fruit she made herself.

"Come in and sit down."

Sally sniffed her nose, and rationally told her that there was an old pipe in the house that had been smoking for several years, and a strange smell like a hodgepodge of mess, well, Sally also smelled the smell of human organs.

As it turned out, Hannibal wasn't alone in his quirks.

There are many strange people in the world.

People who pass by on the street look at you more, maybe not because they are overwhelmed by your charm, but because they are addicted to a certain part of your body.

Sally declined Mrs. Hudson's invitation, took the other party's dried fruit, and went home.

Ah, this experience seems a bit exciting.

Sally thought calmly.

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