Operation Red Book

When Ivy woke up, the night view outside the window was as beautiful as the floating clouds in Greek mythology.

How long did she sleep? I don't know...

The pounding heart and the hot sweat that poured down like rain dispelled the fatigue of the late night, bringing her lingering pain and fear.

The quilt and mattress had long been soaked with sweat from the nightmare, leaving strange-shaped sweat stains.

The nightmare felt terrible, with cold sweat all over my body, and it was hot and humid.

Ivy gasped, watching the white gas she exhaled float in the air and then quickly disappear.

The panic in my chest gradually subsided, but my sweat-soaked hair stuck to my forehead.

She stretched out her stiff arms and gathered all her wet hair into wisps behind her back.

The burning temperature on my scalp was almost the same as the unbearable restlessness rumbling throughout my body.

My cheeks were hot. No, my whole body was hot, inside and out.

Children in the 21st century receive very good sex education, and Ivy, who has been an adult for several months, certainly understands what is happening to her body.

Without thinking, she kicked away the heavy quilt, but her sensitive body was severely whipped by the sudden cold wind.

Her legs were shaking, a mixture of heat and cold.

The nightgown soaked with sweat clung to her body, outlining the girl's beautiful and energetic curves.

The hair on the limbs gradually stood up along with the sensitive cells, blurring the outline of the body.

Ivy's breathing never stopped, and the hot air coming out of her nose added to the loneliness of the cold night.

She put on the slippers beside the bed and walked out of the room tremblingly.

The living room was as quiet as usual in the middle of the night. The gentle moonlight shone on the statue of Jesus beside the fireplace, lighting up the desperate and stubborn eyes.

The living room and kitchen were a mess, and Ivy wondered if two wild boars had broken in through the door earlier.

But she had no time to worry about it at the moment. After the cold wind awakened her cloudy consciousness a little, Ivy tiptoed through the living room and came to the bathroom.

The next process is simple, requiring some patience and courage.

This was not the first time she had done this. In the 21st century, on the first night after her menarche, she followed the instructions on the Internet step by step.

This was the first time she had done this in the strange and cold 19th century.

Ivy was a little nervous. The hot steam rising from the bathroom boiled her face, confused her heart, and aroused her desire.

Looking at the exquisite bathtub filled with hot water, she swallowed unconsciously.

Finally, the moment she stepped one leg into the bathtub, she felt a strong and impulsive stimulation rising in her abdomen, like a climbing vine at night, blooming a delicate and lovely flower in every window of the wall.

The waning moon outside the window moved a short distance. During this distance, the wind became still, the sky darkened, and only the sound of rushing water remained, gurgling as it coiled and climbed.

After turning off the bathroom light, Ivy came out with her hair still dripping with water.

She had put on a new nightgown that was no different from her old one.

The misty water vapor swirled around her, around her nose, on her lips, on her earlobes, on top of her head, on her wrists, in her eyes, on the soles of her feet... like smooth pearls floating on the sea.

Ivy tiptoed through the mess in the living room again and returned to her bedroom.

She closed the door gently and quickly changed a set of fresh and comfortable bed sheets.

The mist slowly dissipated under the erosion of the cold air, and Ivy's consciousness became much clearer.

There was no one around, and she didn't want to disrupt the hard-earned peace, so she could only change the bed while carefully pondering the doubts in her mind.

The vampire is still there, not only is he not dead, but he has become even more powerful.

That's right, she didn't believe Lord Leon's pretending to be pitiful. Judging from the dream just now, he was not only arbitrary, but also cruel.

So, how did Joshua escape from him?

Ivy has always been curious about this question, but has never come to a conclusion.

Joshua kept silent. He seemed to be ignoring this question intentionally or unintentionally. What happened during the short period of time when he came out of the underworld...

He didn't say it, and she didn't say it either. This was a secret in each of their hearts, and Ivy understood it.

Joshua was hiding things from her, and Ivy had swallowed a lot of things he knew nothing about.

For example, she would find a random reason to prevent him from knowing about tomorrow's Chinese Wharf Action Meeting.

Even though he is a member of SCO, he is also her best friend...

Thinking of this, Ivy sighed heavily.

She tucked in the last corner of the bed, picked up the changed sheets and walked to the square cypress table by the window.

Next to the table was a beautiful, exquisite floor-length mirror, which was a waking gift from Holmes and Mrs. Hudson to her.

The mirror that was originally placed in the corner of the wall had been broken before she returned home, but Ivy didn't care much.

Maybe it was a sudden gust of wind one night that broke into the door frame, or maybe it was a playful kitten that slipped into the window.

The marks left by the shadows will never disappear. Every time Ivy sees a mirror or something reflective, she always feels a lingering fear.

But just like seeing a scary spider or a frightening clown, the more you don't want to face something, the more you want to take a sneak peek at it, until you feel a strong sense of nausea and abnormal pain in your heart.

Ivy didn't look directly at him, but just glanced at him out of the corner of her eye as she passed by.

But it was at this glance that Ivy suddenly stopped.

She was stunned for a long time, threw the bed sheet in her hand away, and then Ivy looked at herself in the mirror.

The darkness of the late night filled the entire room, along with Ivy's entire body.

Except for one place - on the neck, the blue spot that symbolizes the devil's contract.

The spot had grown larger and deformed, and had suddenly turned into a hexagram emitting green light.

The hexagram rotated and spun on Ivy's skin, becoming the most dazzling existence in the darkness.

Ivy stared at the hexagram, her eyes filled with unclear emotions.

She moved her fingers, hesitated for a long time, and then put it on.

It was only put on for a second before Ivy quickly let it go.

She sighed helplessly, looking at the mirror with a hint of annoyance and impatience.

"You come out."

She said softly, her tone calm.

The air seemed to vibrate for a moment, but the whole room was still filled with silence and loneliness.

"I know you're here, come out...Dorian."