Operation Red Book

It was late at night when Ivy went up to the rooftop of 211-B Baker Street, carrying a long-cooled apple pie and a pot of hot tea.

Raphael squatted on the machete, his whole body suspended in the air, his purple dry hair hanging down under the machete like a reed swaying by the lake.

Ivy placed the tea and desserts on the small table and turned to look at Rafael who was enjoying himself.

"A puppy?" An idea suddenly came to Ivy's mind.

She did it right away! She cut off a small piece of apple pie, pinched it between her fingers, turned around and said to Raphael with a smile: "Do you like apple pie?"

"I like it! I also like cherry pie, lemon pie, strawberry pie..."

Ivy exerted force on her arms and threw the apple pie between her fingers toward Raphael who was snapping his fingers in mid-air.

She didn't have much strength, and the apple pie only landed on Raphael's chest.

Fortunately, just a second later, Raphael quickly grabbed the apple pie in front of him and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Delicious, delicious! I want more! Hehehehehehehehehe!"

Raphael jumped up and down on the machete, and his hands wrapped in his long sleeves slapped his chest vigorously.

Seeing this, Ivy cut a few more pieces and threw them out at once. The apple pie scattered around Raphael like flowers from the sky.

Raphael did not stretch out his hand this time. The machete moved quickly as if it had life. Raphael just squatted on the machete and put all the apple pies into his mouth in an instant.

Raphael showed his fangs and stretched out his long tongue to lick the residue left on the tip of his nose.

Ivy watched Raphael's performance happily, and her guard gradually relaxed, just like the mud on the lake dissipating in the water.

She looked at Raphael in mid-air and tilted her head curiously.

"I have a question for you."

"I have a question for you!"

Ivy and Raphael looked at each other and said it at the same time, but Raphael's tone was crooked and the ending note was much longer.

"Hey, hey, hey! You go ahead and give me apple pie. You're a kindhearted chick!"

Ivy was not idle either. She invited him to a chair next to the small table and enthusiastically offered him hot tea and snacks.

First, there are the unanswered questions in the Red Book: "Do you also control the Chinese Dockside Grim Reaper?"

"Yes, yes, he was exchanged from the underworld in China. He is a very, very, very handsome man!"

"Then do you know his name?"

"Hmm, hmm, he said his name is Sum Caou, also known as Sum guoe feier."

"Huh? Are you fxxking kidding me?" Ivy listened to him say the name of the Grim Reaper with difficulty. She got angry and couldn't help but curse secretly.

"Mmmmm, that's what he said, Gum Qiaer!"

Ivy covered her face in frustration. The strange way the British spoke Chinese always made her feel irritated.

Raphael snapped his fingers and babbled like a baby learning to speak. The strange accent combined with the British pronunciation made Ivy's forehead hurt even more.

"Stop talking, stop talking. The name doesn't matter anyway, and I've never seen him." Ivy waved her hand and asked Raphael to calm down.

"Then the next question is, do you know Mr. Zhu?"

"do not know!"

Raphael answered loudly, putting his hands on his hips proudly, as if he was waiting for a reward.

Ivy suddenly felt that it wouldn't be strange if Raphael grew a purple tail.