Operation Red Book

Chapter 480: A secluded stall in the corner of the market

"The scourge of the Chinese docks, GH is coming, beware of what you fear most."

This is the preview of the Red Book that appeared two days ago, with a line of eye-catching title in large letters, and no more content after that.

Ivy waited by the side for a whole day, until the sky outside the window turned from dark to darker and warm lights came on on the dark street corners.

The large blank space below the title remains unchanged, not even with a small line of marks.

When she opened it for the last time, Ivy's eyes were finally hurt by the emptiness of white.

"Useless thing!"

An angry roar came out of Ivy's throat, followed by a muffled sound.

The red book was thrown heavily to the ground by Ivy. She turned and left cursing, letting the dark loneliness crawl onto the old pages.

"You are not worthy of making me wait for you for a whole day... Is it difficult to write down your name and identity? You make me guess some random riddles every day... You are just a hindsight expert, why don't you just write a report for your superiors..."

With a loud bang, Ivy closed the bedroom door, announcing the end of this obsessive wait.

I don’t know how long it took, so long that the moonlight illuminated the entire living room, and the red book lying on the carpet was finally picked up by Holmes who came home late.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey in the dark, then sat on the sofa and opened the first page of the red book.

This book is like a memoir, recording every detail of Ivy and Joshua's journey through time. Although the record is not comprehensive and there are some inexplicable "you ask me and I answer" questions, after all, they have experienced so many bizarre things and separations of life and death together, and now it seems like a small pleasure.

Holmes watched with great interest. The moonlight shone on his angular face and illuminated his gentle eyes.

The bottle of wine was soon empty, and the pages of the red book piled up into a thick stack.

He quickly turned to the latest page. The candlelight flickered on the table, illuminating the densely packed words under the large black title.

He read ten lines at a glance, a deep furrow appeared between his flat brows. When he finished reading the last line of words, the gentle look in his eyes was completely replaced by a wave of astonishment.

He took the last sip of the wine in the glass and went upstairs with the red book.

He wanted to write a letter and carefully consider the content of the letter, so he worked at his desk until dawn.

Perhaps it was fate's choice. Compared to the lucky Holmes, Ivy only knew that GH was going to do something bad at the Chinese dock again.

She was filled with rage, and GH's repeated disruptions had already made her feel tired and annoyed.

Ivy was determined to catch this hellish organization composed of "spiritual guys" and "spiritual girls" in one fell swoop through today's event.

At that time, the witch will slap you once, and the god of death will slap you twice! The disappeared little devil will be whipped, and the dead old vampire will be dragged out of the coffin and whipped!

But the idea was very good, but the reality was very skinny... The conversation with Beatrice just now completely slapped her in the face.

The clues suddenly broke and she was a little confused.

Beatrice just said that she hasn't seen Dorian for a long time, which means that GH did not take any action, at least the person who took action was not this powerful dark witch.

If not her, then who else could it be?

Arnold the Grim Reaper? He appears and disappears like a ghost...

The demon Dorian? He never showed up again...

The resurrected Dalton? His body had long been sealed in the town of Rye by Jacob and Walter. With them guarding it, the vampires could not come out to cause trouble.

"Beware of what you fear most..."

At this moment, the prophecy in the red book suddenly appeared in her mind.

What's your biggest fear...? Ivy was afraid of a handful of things: bugs, bugs, and fucking bugs.

But she really couldn't think of what the relationship between the bugs and the Chinese wharf was. The bugs were too small to be seen with the naked eye and difficult to feel with the hand. A small one might not look scary, but when they gathered in a pile they were enough to destroy the entire earth.

Thinking of the black "iron ball of bugs", Ivy couldn't help but shudder.

The only thing we can do now is to try our best to catch the "bad rat" in the ceremony and protect the "hot pot meatballs" in the soup.

However, if she had to face the bugs to save the Chinese wharf, she wished she could board a steam train to the European continent right now and never care about anything here again.

"Hey! Look there!"

Beatrice's voice suddenly rang in her ears, awakening Ivy's mind which had long since drifted away from London.

The two of them unknowingly walked to the end of the small street, which was the corner of the entire market. It was remote and sparsely populated, and even the lighting was semi-dim.

But even this place that even the God of Wealth is unwilling to visit is crowded with large crowds of onlookers.

Ivy tilted her head in confusion and followed Beatrice curiously.

She stood on tiptoe and took a quick glance. After she had taken a clear look at the situation in the field, Ivy's black pupils suddenly expanded a lot.

This is not a proper stall at all...

"Rare unicorn! Rare unicorn! Touch it for 1 pound, ride it for 5 pounds, kiss it for 10 pounds, and the beautiful hand-painted illustrations are another 20 pounds!"

Standing at the side and loudly selling something is Professor White, dressed in white. The product he is selling is the unicorn standing in the center.

The unicorn has shiny and smooth hair, but it stands on its legs, showing its greasy and muscular pose to the customers.

Children wearing Smurf makeup were maintaining order at the scene. Some helped guide customers, some stood at the door as security guards, some collected silver dollars and pounds paid by the guests, and some stood on both sides of the unicorn to act as the atmosphere group.

Ivy saw the clever little Hayley among the Smurfs. She stood beside Alexander's easel and handed him various painting tools.

Oh! Clever little Hailey...

And Alexander, who was drawn to the end with a charcoal pencil and an eraser...

Alexander? Um... not good...

"Handsome! You are really good at drawing. Would you like to come to my room tonight and help me draw a picture of the goddess of beauty, Veras, from Colombia..."

Before she knew it, Beatrice had already slipped into the crowd and hooked onto Alexander's trapezius muscle.

The sexy and charming Latin American girl immediately attracted a lot of attention, even overshadowing the holy unicorn for a while.

Of course, the first person to notice Beatrice was her adoptive father, who was both her teacher and friend.

"Beatrice?"

"Professor White?"

The two men looked at each other, one dodged and the other pressed forward.

"What are you doing here?"

"Looking for fun, what about you?"

"Diao Kaizi, I like this muscular short-haired handsome guy!"

After saying that, Beatrice lowered her head and breathed slowly into Alexander's ear:

"Come on, how did you get those two sexy scars on your eyes? Tell me..."

"I reject."

Alexander responded coldly. He slapped the white gloves off his chest muscles with one slap, then lifted the black cat lying on his shoulder with another slap and slowly put it on the ground.

"Ouch——the handsome guy is shy——"

"Beatrice! No! He is the painter I specially invited!" Professor White pulled Beatrice away and said sternly.

"Did you really invite him here specially?"

Beatrice raised her arms in defiance, clearly looking like she had seen through everything.

"Well, you know I do everything on the spur of the moment."

Professor White sighed and slowly pulled her out of the crowded crowd.

"You're going to start a long speech again!"

"It's a long story, so I'll make it short."

"When I was going through security, a gentleman touched my head and said he wanted to put a leash on my little unicorn. I asked him why, and he said there were so many people here, and if we got separated, the unicorn and I would be sad."

"I was so moved that I shed tears and gave him a sack of obsidian from the Tianshan Pond. He seemed to be in a state of panic for a few seconds. No matter how I waved, he couldn't see me. However, after a few seconds, he immediately hugged me warmly."

"After saying thank you countless times, he threw off his uniform and left without looking back, as if he had made some kind of resolution..."

"Oh, yes! Before he left, he even cried and thanked his boss. Let me imitate him for you. Hmm... I think he said..."

"Fxxk you all! Fxxk the world! Fxxk all of you... Oh my! Young people nowadays are so energetic!"

"What...what..."

Ivy heard the conversation between the two clearly and her jaw dropped in surprise.

"Hey! Isn't this the beautiful Miss Ivy? You are here too! Are you accompanying my little witch to the fair?"

Professor White recognized Ivy. He enthusiastically took her hand and took out a cloth bag of small black stones from somewhere and put it in Ivy's arms.

"what?"

Ivy didn't expect Professor White's reaction at all. She held the heavy obsidian in her arms, not knowing whether to pick it up or put it down.

"This is a small token of my appreciation. Thank you for taking care of our little witch. This girl has caused you trouble. I would like to apologize to you first!"

After saying that, Professor White bowed deeply to Ivy, and his entire body was covered by a white woven cloak.

"Ah no no no!"

"Ah, collect, collect, collect!"

"Don't do this, don't do this!"

"Okay, okay!"

"Then, then I'll..."

"So……"

Professor White smiled and narrowed his eyes, while Ivy slowly lowered the corners of her mouth.

"Can the people you arranged to monitor Beatrice go off work first?"

Ivy's pupils tightened and cold sweat immediately flowed down her back.

The situation was beyond her imagination...