Operation Red Book

"The group of people you transported out suddenly stood up and attacked the medical staff. They were like crazy, shouting my name and pulling out grenades hidden in their clothes, intending to die together."

Mr. Zhu watched the soldiers transporting batches of residents, his expression still nervous.

"Luckily, with the help of your captain and the four-eyed dog, they removed the grenade and moved them to another place safely."

Mr. Zhu helped a soldier to lift a hunchbacked grandmother and continued to speak to Hilda.

"Ivy is aware of the danger. Most of the residents here have been brainwashed, and you can't communicate in the same language."

"She requested to come and assist you, and I kept an eye on her and asked her to give me feedback in a timely manner."

"I interrogated several ungrateful guys individually. Some of them were forced, while others volunteered."

"Fortunately, they still had some conscience. When they saw that I was still alive, they cried and begged me for mercy."

Mr. Zhu subconsciously touched his clothes, but awkwardly found nothing.

"These are cannon fodder, idiots eager to be used. I didn't ask them more about their plans. Just at this moment, one of your soldiers came back with Ivy's gesture for help."

"After the interrogation just now, Victor finally discovered the effect of my 'tranquilizer' and agreed to let the four-eyed dog escort me in."

"Look..." Mr. Zhu raised his chin towards the sky, "There he is."

Hilda looked in the direction Mr. Zhu was going and saw Jacob squatting on the wall, playing with his pocket watch and looking nervously into the distance.

"After finishing this circle, there is only the last inner circle left."

"Yes." Hilda nodded.

"Take out everything that carries electricity. Someone has gone to report it. The monster will be here soon."

"I will pass the information to every household and try to cause you as little trouble as possible."

Mr. Zhu sighed. He expressed himself clearly. Hilda stood at attention and nodded before joining the rescue team and starting to carry out her original mission.

Mr. Zhu felt his pockets again, but found nothing, which made him even more depressed.

After looking around for a few times, he strode forward, grabbed Ivy's wrist, and ran with her into a hidden alley.

Ivy was originally helping, but when she was suddenly pulled like this, she was a little confused.

The noise in the distance became quieter and quieter. Ivy wanted to ask something, but when she saw Mr. Zhu's busy and anxious back, she shut up.

Mr. Zhu lowered his body and took Ivy to move around between the houses, sometimes climbing over a fence and sometimes crawling through a dog hole.

Finally, when Ivy's feet became hot, Mr. Zhu crawled through the last bush, and the chrysanthemums planted in the backyard of Muyunzhai appeared brightly in front of him.

"Muyunzhai..."

Before Ivy could finish her words, Mr. Zhu started to jog, with an expression that was more irrepressible than Ivy had ever seen.

Mr. Zhu opened the rusty gate and walked through the courtyard full of flowers and plants. Without stopping for a moment, he pulled Ivy into his residence.

"Well……"

After throwing Ivy roughly onto the resilient bamboo mat, Mr. Zhu finally stopped.

He lowered his head, and his soft black hair gathered on top of his head due to gravity.

Heavy, rough breaths were exhaled as his chest rose and fell. Mr. Zhu was shaking all over, and his originally fair face was covered with a visible blush.

Ivy frowned in confusion and asked carefully, "What's wrong with you?"

Unexpectedly, this sentence seemed to touch a nerve in Mr. Zhu.

He was stunned for about 5 seconds, then suddenly raised his head, grabbed Ivy's hand and ran to the bedroom upstairs.

"Wait! Stop!"

Ivy refused to cooperate this time. Mr. Zhu had never done anything like this before, and she was a little scared.

"What on earth are you going to do! Ah——"

Ivy was taken to the bedroom and before she could even see the ornaments hanging on the door, she was thrown forcefully onto the soft bed.

"Hey you!"

A shadow hung over Ivy's head like a dark cloud. After a moment of struggle, tremendous pressure came over her like an overwhelming tidal wave, making it hard for Ivy to breathe.

“I can’t find it…I can’t find it…”

Mr. Zhu's anxious and trembling voice rang in Ivy's ears. She tried to curl up her body and try her best to avoid touching Mr. Zhu.

"You're crazy, aren't you!"

Ivy roared with a red face. She gathered all her strength and pushed away the body above her.

Mr. Zhu did not resist and took advantage of the force pushed by Ivy to leap towards the mahogany wardrobe beside him.

"Fuck!"

Mr. Zhu cursed the moment he opened the wardrobe.

"What the hell?"

He cursed again the moment he bent down.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

Mr. Zhu cursed again when he left the closet, but this time, Ivy saw a smile on his face.

He stuffed the object in his hand into his mouth, then ran quickly to the door, took down the object hanging on the door and fiddled with it for several times.

It was not until after the sound of "click" that an inch of orange-yellow fire appeared from Mr. Zhu's fingertips, and Ivy finally understood what he was doing.

"Fuck."

Mr. Zhu took a deep puff of his pipe, raised his head and cursed loudly with satisfaction.

This pipe might be some kind of magic medicine...

After taking one puff, Mr. Zhu's body stopped shaking; after taking two puffs, his face stopped red; after taking three puffs, Mr. Zhu's mind finally became clear...

Ivy was stunned, but saw him suddenly turn around and look at her with his pipe in his mouth.

Without any concealment, Ivy clearly saw a trace of disgust in Mr. Zhu's eyes.

"Who told you to sit on my bed in your coat?" He took another puff. "It's so dirty. You have no manners..."

"are you?"

Ivy didn't waste time talking to him. She got out of bed and walked straight towards him.

"No."

He answered simply, but deliberately turned and walked out of the bedroom.

"You are!"

"I am not!"

Mr. Zhu walked down the stairs lightly, with Ivy chasing after him.

"You are!"

"Your grandmother's great-grandfather, yes..."

"Are you sick!"

"Mr. Zhu... Is it Mr. Zhu... Zhu? Mr. Zhu?"

A pleasant sound like a bell suddenly broke into the quarrel between Ivy and Mr. Zhu.

Ivy and Mr. Zhu both turned around and saw Mingcan holding on to the door frame. He looked pale and thin, and his legs could hardly support his body.

"Ms. Ivy, is this Mr. Zhu?"

She asked with a heavy nasal voice, and two lines of tears flowed down her dry face and wet her clothes.