Operation Red Book

"That's right! You're talking about me!"

A sharp, strange tone suddenly sounded in the middle of the night, scaring Ivy into screaming.

Unable to find the source of the sound, Ivy looked around with the oil lamp, but did not see anyone. She couldn't help but begin to suspect that the red book was making the sound.

Just as she was hesitating whether she should put the red book to her ear and listen, that strange laughter rang in her ears again.

"Hehehehehe!" The strange sound was piercing, and Ivy couldn't help but frown.

The source of the sound seemed to be on the left. Ivy looked to the left with the lamp in her hand, but it was still dark on the left and there was no trace of a human figure.

"Strange, am I too nervous and hallucinating?" Ivy held the lamp and turned back.

"Bam—"

The glass of the oil lamp hit an unknown object and Ivy glanced over it.

Long purple hair, a not-short chin, and a mouthful of sharp teeth when smiling - it's a person!

"what--"

Ivy couldn't help but screamed and jumped to the side. She opened her eyes wide in disbelief and raised the oil lamp to look at the uninvited guest in front of her.

A purple robe, a curved machete, dry hair falling to the instep, and a figure that's so awkward that one can't help but want to punch him.

"It's that despicable psychopath for sure." Ivy thought to herself, her face still showing shock and fear.

"Oh my, you're yelling so loudly that you'll disturb the sleeping grandma!"

Raphael spoke in a strange accent, leaned over and snapped his fingers in front of Ivy.

There seemed to be a thin film like a cicada's wing peeling off in the air, and Ivy realized that this was the barrier he had just set up. Otherwise, with her loud scream, the neighbors and Mrs. Hudson would have come up with their weapons.

"You are... Raphael? The... leader... of the world of death?" Ivy said cautiously to the strange man in front of her.

"Bingo! Bravo! You are such a smart girl! I will reward you with a sweet kiss!"

"No, no, no, no, no, I don't have that honor. You should leave it to the next person."

Ivy quickly put her hand up to block Raphael's face, and Raphael uttered a few disappointed hums.

"I didn't expect you to suddenly appear in front of me. I was really scared." Ivy supported herself and slowly stood up.

“Oh my, I heard your call, so I appeared in front of the girl with a clang!”

Raphael demonstrated with his hands and feet dancing, and the machete accidentally scratched a mark on the floor.

"Oh! I'm so sorry for damaging your floor!" Raphael bowed to Ivy at a degree greater than 90.

"No, no, ah - it turns out I summoned it accidentally." Ivy looked at the red book in her hand and continued to read the remaining Chinese characters.

"First, he is on your right side, don't be scared by his sudden appearance; second, although Raphael is a weird psychopath, he is a good person who can help you at a critical moment; finally, don't worry that he will ask for your soul, he is just a puppy who is afraid of being alone."

Ivy looked up at Raphael, who was humming a song and twisting his body in front of her. The corners of her eyes twitched and countless black lines crossed her mind.

Raphael turned to Ivy and smiled widely. His fangs and machete shone coldly in the dark night. Strange sounds came out from his fangs one by one: "Yes, it's me!"