Operation Red Book

"My mother caught a cold while burying the body, and died along with my brother who was infected by her. Our house and land were taken over by that family. My eldest brother was working in the government office, and he could only sigh when he heard about it. He used his connections to send the three of us on a smuggling ship to England."

"My third sister was too young to endure the hardships on the ship and died on the way. We buried her in the sea. When we arrived in London, Shuyun and I were the only ones left to depend on each other."

"and then?"

Mr. Zhu's clear voice sounded behind Ivy, so cold that it made people feel like they were falling into an ice cellar.

Mr. Zhu stopped Ivy behind him and said in a serious tone, "That female ghost must be Shuyun."

"Don't call her a ghost girl!"

Shuyang suddenly raised his neck and roared, his veins throbbing, and his neck and entire face turned extremely red.

"She is Shuyun, my sister."

Shuyang put the Shuyun doll flat and slowly stood up. Tears welled up from his eyes and flowed down his cheeks.

The bride wearing a red veil descended from the sky and slowly landed behind Shuyang, and the unknown lyrics still echoed around them.

Mr. Zhu tilted his head and looked at Shuyun, still asking bluntly: "How did she die?"

"Eight years ago, I was still a coolie at the Chinese dock, and Shuyun was the leading actress. Her best play at the time was Peach Blossom Fan..."

"Can you please get to the point? Just tell me how he died." Mr. Zhu said impatiently.

Shuyang sighed heavily and wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve.

"Every night, Shuyun would be called to various private rooms by the boss at the time, and she would be abused by several people in turn. Every time, she was exhausted physically and mentally, and miserable. But in order to make me worry less and earn extra money, Shuyun has been silently enduring it..."

"Until, until..." Shuyang sobbed, his expression ferocious and painful.

"Shuyun had a fever that day and was supposed to be resting at home. Unexpectedly, a group of beasts rushed into my house and, regardless of Shuyun's desperate pleas, forced things on her... on her..."

"When I returned home, there was only a mess on the ground and a bag of silver. Someone told me that Shuyun's body had been taken away for a ghost marriage. I went door to door looking for her, and kowtowed to them again and again..."

"When they found it, Shuyun's body was already covered in a red wedding dress. I looked at her... her mouth was sewn shut with countless red threads. They said... they were afraid that she would report them to the King of Hell!"

Shuyang's emotions were completely out of control. He covered his face and cried bitterly. Shuyun was also sobbing behind her.

Ivy frowned, her heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. Looking at the sobbing Shuyang and Shuyun, she also felt endless resentment and helplessness that had nowhere to vent.

"After I took office, you recommended the puppet show in your hometown to me. Did you plan today at that time?"

Mr. Zhu looked at the scene in front of him expressionlessly, and his voice still did not reveal any emotion.

"I don't know." Shu Yang raised his head suddenly.

"This is also the first time I've seen Shuyun like this. Usually I would just look at Shuyun's doll and mourn. I didn't know the doll could move..."

"Don't you have any revenge plan?"

"I don't, I don't even know who those people are..."

Shuyang lowered his head, knelt in front of Shuyun's puppet, and kept slapping himself.

"It's all my brother's fault. He's just a useless loser."

“Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo”

Shuyun at the back made an anxious humming sound and circled behind Shuyang.

"Miss Shuyun, don't be anxious, just speak slowly." Ivy looked at Shuyun who was spinning around, not knowing what to do for a moment.

“Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo”

Looking at the occasional red line on Shuyun's mouth, Ivy suddenly shuddered.

She opened her eyes wide, pulled Mr. Zhu's robe and kept backing away, her lips trembling.

"Shuyun's mouth was sewn shut. She...she can't speak."

"so what?"

Mr. Zhu frowned and stared at the scene in front of him vigilantly.

"Then how did she sing? Who sang it?"