Operation Red Book

"Why should we leave if she asks us to?"

Ivy and Joshua walked angrily behind Holmes, one with her hands folded in anger, and the other trying hard to think of how to comfort him.

"I never argue with others. We are in the Seville Manor, which is someone else's territory. It is unusual for a small baron to have such a large territory and military force."

Holmes explained in a mild voice.

Having said that, Ivy and Joshua did think of many things worth noting.

The overall architectural style of Seville Manor tends to be medieval Gothic, with pointed towers, dark colors, and even the windows in the rooms are covered with a thick layer of old dust.

This reminded Ivy of the castle built by Lord Leon in the consciousness space.

With the same antique design, the style of this castle is more like Florence, Italy. The sunlight shining on the thick brick walls makes them glow golden and as dazzling as gold.

Of course, at night it's completely different...

Thinking of this, Ivy shuddered violently and her neck became extremely sore.

Come to think of it, she hadn't dreamed of Lord Leon for a long time.

Ever since that joke-like night, they have lost contact.

And Dorian, the real devil, yes…

"Hey, why did I meet you here?"

A familiar voice interrupted Ivy's memories.

It was Mrs. Hudson, who was buying fruit and bread in the street.

"I knew I'd run into you here, Mrs. Hudson!"

Holmes rushed forward excitedly and gave Mrs. Hudson a bear hug.

“Happy Halloween!”

"Oh! I don't celebrate holidays for children."

Mrs. Hudson pushed Holmes away with a smile and gave Ivy and Joshua a kiss on the face after a long absence.

Then she reached into the bulging paper bag and grabbed a handful of chocolate candies for Ivy and Joshua.

"Mrs. Hudson, didn't you just say Halloween wasn't an option?"

"We adults don't have to celebrate, but the children have to! I don't want to see the children leave my house dejected, that would be too pitiful..."

Mrs. Hudson stuck out her tongue playfully, but was inexplicably attacked by both the "big and small friends".

"Thank you, thank you Mrs. Hudson..." Joshua stammered with a red face.

"I don't want to! I'm not a child anymore, I don't want to celebrate Halloween!" Ivy said with puffed cheeks.

"Mrs. Hudson is so mean. I'm just a cute little kid. It's annoying. There are so many terrible brothers and sisters around me..." Holmes suddenly spoke in a coquettish voice.

The air was silent for three seconds, and soon...

"Where do you live, Mrs. Hudson?"

"I'm staying at my niece's house. It's not big, but it's very clean. Do you want to go say hello to my niece?"

"Okay!"

"Okay... But, but, can we really ignore Mr. Holmes?"

"Yeah, leave him alone."

Mrs. Hudson walked peacefully down the street with her two children.

Just behind them, a man with a paper bag on his head was staggering forward, attracting many people's attention.

Mrs. Hudson's niece's house was indeed small, with a front yard and three floors, narrowly squeezed between two wide buildings.

The interior decoration is quite cozy, and the walls are painted in warm tones due to the sunlight, which is quite different from the rainy weather that prevails in the UK.

Mrs. Hudson's niece was a bloated, middle-aged woman with exaggerated makeup on her face, bright red lips, arched eyebrows, and a bit too much color.

She was very enthusiastic and smiled happily when she saw new faces, especially when Mrs. Hudson lifted Joshua's bangs, she screamed as if she had seen a new world.

"Such beautiful eyes! Such a beautiful color! Such beautiful waves! Such beautiful eyelashes!"

"Joshua hasn't had his hair cut in a long time, why don't we..."

"Sure! Are you joining us? Amy!"

As she was talking, Mrs. Hudson's niece suddenly changed direction.

Who is she talking to? Ivy?

But her eyes were clearly looking at the side of Ivy, where there was a ball of air.

"Oh, like this……"

"Okay, then we'll stay here!"

"Oh sure, good luck, Amy!"

"Who is she talking to?"

Ivy smiled awkwardly and moved to the side silently.

"Amy, she's right next to you... Oops! Be careful, you're about to squeeze her..."

"Ah? Ah! Ah..."

"Oh, you're chatting with your friend again!"

Mrs. Hudson stopped Ivy from escaping in time.

She used all her strength to push Ivy back to her original position and gave her two quick winks.

"What did Amy tell you?"

“Amy said she loved Ivy and it was like seeing her own child!”

"Isn't this inconsistent with the conversation you just had?"

"She also said that she was the one who summoned you here last night and disturbed your sweet dreams. She is so sorry!"

"Was your conversation just now so long?"

"Amy also said that she wanted to talk to Ivy alone!"

"I do not want."

"It's in the attic on the third floor!"

"Damn Bitch..."

"Ivy!" Mrs. Hudson screamed.

"Fine fine..."

Ivy rolled her eyes impatiently, and dragged herself up the stairs at the look that Mrs. Hudson was almost about to turn against her.

The second floor is the bedroom, which is in the same style as the first floor, with only a wardrobe, a square table and a small bed.

Going further up, the style is completely different.

The third floor is the utility room, where many unused items are piled up.

It was dark inside, and the slightest step would stir up a cloud of dust.

Seeing the impassable environment, Ivy immediately felt like going home, and in fact, she did so.

Who knew, the moment she turned around...

"Squeak-"

The sound of an old machine running suddenly sounded behind him, breaking the silence and tranquility on the rooftop.

"Ivy! If you want to get to the attic, you have to pull down the wooden ladder from the ceiling!"

Mrs. Hudson's niece's voice came from downstairs.

How noisy... Ivy thought to herself.

She took a long breath and kept chanting Guanyin Bodhisattva in her heart...

The compassionate Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva is only mentioned in times of crisis...

But this is the West, God's land, can it be effective...

As she was thinking, Ivy turned around unconsciously.

A wooden ladder extended from the ceiling, and its bottom end had already touched the floor of the third floor.

The entrance to the cave was dark, and the clear sound of a music box could be heard from inside.

It was The Nutcracker. Ivy had been behind the scenes for this ballet, at a Christmas party during her freshman year of high school.

Mysteriously, Ivy climbed up the wooden ladder as if possessed by a spirit.

First the head, then the body, then the legs, and the feet...

"Please, save me..."

A voice suddenly sounded, pulling Ivy into the darkness of the attic.

The voice was extremely familiar, ethereal and accompanied by echoes.

It seemed like I heard it just a few hours ago.

The red book was placed on the soft orange sofa. A gust of wind blew and it quietly turned to the latest page.

The latest line of text was written in black ink, making one's scalp tingle:

"8:13, Ivy and Amy, Amy and Ivy."