Operation Red Book

"She was brought to me by the night officer from Scotland Yard."

"Are you from Scotland Yard?"

"Someone was drunk and causing trouble at the Chinese Wharf. As the manager, I cooperated with the police in their investigation and took a statement there."

"Why did you send her to you?"

"I was the only woman there. I knew the night officer. He was a law-abiding young man who had just graduated from the police academy and was unmarried. If you want to thank him..."

"Wait, wait, who said we should thank him? It's not like we begged him to send Miss Goodwin to you! If we want to argue, we'll have to hold him accountable for not following the rules!"

"Oh...then you should repay kindness with enmity..."

"One more question, how did you get here?"

"Although she was weak and couldn't speak with smoke coming out of her mouth, she had already written it down and held it in her hand..."

After saying that, Ivy handed over a crumpled piece of paper with the address of Seville Manor written crookedly on it.

It was torn from the Red Book, and on the page it read:

At 6 o'clock sharp, you will be stopped by the butler of Seville Manor. Please tear off the following note and hand it in.

The fat bald man above looked at Ivy suspiciously, then handed the crumpled note to the servant beside him.

"Do you know each other?"

"We met once at Mrs. Emerson's birthday party, and we haven't had any contact since then."

"Who are those two people behind you?"

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes, do you know him?"

"I don't know, who is it?"

“What the fxxk?” Holmes put his hands on his hips.

"Christine has opened a case at Scotland Yard. These two are Officer Joshua and Sergeant Sherlock, who were specially sent by Inspector Lestrade to investigate the case."

"Do you have any ID?"

"Of course."

Ivy waved her hand, and Joshua immediately presented two documents.

Of course the documents are accurate, otherwise Holmes would not be able to move so freely between cases.

"Then how did you get here..."

"I mean, did you do this on purpose?"

Holmes could no longer hold back his rebuke.

"You're obviously stalling for time. Are you trying to use this opportunity to clean something that can't be seen by others? Ah!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

The chubby butler put his hands on his hips and screamed.

"I'm blaming you! I'm blaming you! You deliberately stopped us here and prevented us from investigating the cause of the young master's death. Maybe you were the one who killed him!"

"What nonsense!"

The deacon bulged his eyes like a frog and pointed at Ivy and her group with his orchid-like fingers.

"Who do you think you are? You are poor people who are only fit to pick up trash on the street. How dare you trespass into the Seville Manor? Who knows what kind of filth you came from in the lake!"

"you!"

"Sorry sorry..."

Ivy quickly blocked Holmes's fist and stopped the conflict that was about to break out with a smile on her face.

"Mr. Holmes has a bad temper, and it's no wonder. His brother is an official under the Queen, and he has grown up under the Queen's protection. His words may be a little inappropriate, so please forgive me, sir!"

"You are just a little girl from Japan, and you want to use the Queen to pressure me? Let me tell you, even if Peter the Great came, he would never dream of stepping into the gate of Seville Manor!"

Seeing that her earnest persuasion was ineffective, Ivy simply fell in dismay.

"Will you let us in?"

"No!"

"One last time, will you let us in or not?"

"I said, no!"

The moment the last syllable fell, two fully armed swordsmen rushed out from both sides of the deacon.

They all stood in front of the butler, staring at Ivy and her group with their dark eyes.

"Joshua!"

Ivy was not to be outdone. At her command, Joshua pulled out a lightsaber from his sleeve.

The two men stared at each other across the sharp swords and axes, neither willing to give in.

The crackling sound of the electric current rang in everyone's ears, pulling at everyone's nerves.

Just as the gunpowder was about to explode, a warm spring breeze blew away all the filth.

"Anthony, get out of here quickly."

"Good lady."

A strange thing happened. The deacon bowed behind him and walked out of the back door with the executioner.

A noble lady in simple clothes walked out of the darkness, followed by a young maid, who seemed to be the mistress of the manor.

"Baroness Bruce."

Ivy was quick to salute first.

Joshua and Holmes followed closely behind, finally getting the first smile in the town of Rye.

"I'm sorry, I'm not in good health and need to sit down often."

The lady was supported by her maid and sat on a chair nearby. She was limping and seemed to have difficulty walking.

Looking at her complexion, her face was pale and her lips were blue, as if she had not slept well for several nights in a row.

"I'm sorry, Anthony has worked for me for many years. He is old and has a stubborn temper. Please don't make it difficult for him, officers."

"Since the lady has said so, we can't make things difficult for her."

Ivy smiled again.

"It's just that we won't embarrass Xiweier Manor, and we beg Madam not to embarrass us."

"That's natural. I understand that you want to investigate the cause of Master Goodwin's death."

"If you understand, let us in!" said Holmes impatiently.

"However, the cause of this incident cannot be explained by natural phenomena. Scotland Yard may have no choice but to turn back..."

"Nonsense! Are you questioning the authority of our Scotland Yard?"

"No, no, of course not. It's just that the manor is in a mess right now. There are people from the Goodwin family, our family, the people in the church, the people in the hospital, and..."

"There are demons, right?"

Ivy completed the rest of the lady's words without showing any fear.

The lady's heart trembled a little, and her face became even paler, as if she was about to faint.

However, her tone seemed to become a little tougher.

"If you are here to cause trouble instead of saving my daughter, please leave quickly."