Operation Red Book

Chapter 464 Look, the sexy little wildcat!

"Look, I'm a sexy little wildcat."

In the living room of 221-B Baker Street, Ivy walked out quickly wearing a tight black leather skirt.

The leather skirt only covered less than half of the body. The upper body only reached the chest, revealing the entire smooth shoulders; the lower body just covered the lower hips, and the fishnet-like black stockings completed the rest of the decorative task.

"And my cute little tail!"

Ivy turned around cleverly, and the long furry tail hanging from her waist swung over and wrapped around her small ankle, just right on the bow straps of her velvet short heels.

"I found other decorations..."

As she spoke, Ivy put on a plush cat ear headdress with bells on it on her fluffy hair, and then took out a thick black... multi-spike whip from somewhere.

“I’m going to wear this to a party!”

Ivy announced loudly. She had dark smoky makeup on, with patches on her eyes, nose, and lips. She looked more like Voldemort in black stockings than a little wildcat.

After saying that, she struck a pose that she thought looked handsome, and raised her eyebrows proudly at the people on the sofa, looking forward to the familiar admirations and compliments.

"Catwoman...Batman's..."

Joshua stared at Ivy in a daze, and said the name of Ivy's outfit like an image recognition software.

A mediocre review, as useless as he is.

"Oh...My...God..."

Christine sat on the single sofa at the edge. She looked at Ivy's outfit in surprise, her eyes filled with shock rather than surprise.

"Where did you get these things? I mean, the whip and the ears and the tail..."

Lestrade glanced away quickly, muttering something and not daring to raise his head again.

To an experienced detective, the murder weapon is the first thing he notices.

"Mrs. Hudson gave it to me." Ivy recalled, twisting her specially curled black hair. "There were a lot of them in the box. She said they were all leftovers from her youth..."

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you very much for your answer."

“I am very angry,” interrupted Holmes, with his eyes wide open and his lips trembling.

"Now, go back to your room, change this disastrous thing, and throw it away!"

"Humph!"

Ivy stamped her feet in dissatisfaction, and her face suddenly darkened.

"Stop being so petty here! I'm going to burn them all in the fire tomorrow. If you don't agree, I'll burn you too!"

"Humph!"

"Go back quickly!"

Ivy stomped her high heels in dissatisfaction again, but seeing Holmes's gradually furrowed brows and slowly bulging veins, she wisely turned around and walked into the room.

It doesn't matter. She has prepared a lot of beautiful clothes for tonight. It's just past noon, so there's still enough time...

They gathered together and were preparing for tonight's "Halloween Party", or more precisely, the "Night Parade of a Hundred Demons" held at the Chinese Wharf.

This is the carnival night organized by Ivy, and she has been looking forward to it for a long time.

How long has it been? I probably started to look forward to it since the banquet at the Chinese Wharf:

She returned to Chinaman's Wharf a week after Halloween.

There is no change in the Chinese wharf. It is still managed as it should be and it is still generating revenue as it should be.

On the night Ivy came back, Mu Yunzhai specially prepared a big cake for her. It was said that Miss Mingcan specially ordered it from a pastry chef in London.

Ivy didn't know how Mingcan, a petite woman who only spoke English pronouns, dealt with those arrogant pastry chefs, nor did she know how these delicate women who had never stepped out of the Chinese docks ran around the streets of London full of carriages and ladies.

She only knew that the cream was sweet and tender, the cake was soft, the water lily decoration pattern was unique, and the Chinese and English fonts of "Welcome Home" were fancy...

There are also faces gathered together and pupils swaying in the candlelight, cheers when the candles are blown out and applause when auspicious words are spoken.

Every frame and every second spent with her compatriots was silently remembered by Ivy in her heart.

After the fun, when they had enough food and drink, Ivy accidentally heard the children's complaints.

"So boring, so boring, I want to blow up the toilet, and I want to blow up the kitchen..." A childish voice came from behind the screen.

"Damn it! How are we going to eat if it explodes? How are we going to poop?" Another hoarse voice followed.

"We're going to eat in the mall building in London, in the bakery in London!"

"Can't!"

"We live in London, so why not."

"Because we are Chinese, the adults all say that the British are all fucking bad guys, and their children are also fucking bad guys!"

"Not a bad guy!"

"They are bad guys! A few days ago I saw them transform into ghosts at night, knocking on doors and asking for candy! Damn it!"

"Candy... I want candy too..."

"No! You can't eat sweets at night. Daddy said that eating sweets will give you cavities!"

"So boring, so boring... I want to blow up the candy store, I want to blow up the Chinese dock, I want to blow you into Guanghan Palace..."

He uttered a lot of incomprehensible gibberish, and Ivy kept all of the words in her heart while laughing.

After thinking about it for a whole night, she knocked on Mr. Zhu's door the next day and expressed her thoughts vividly:

"Halloween... kids... worshipping the dead... a fun festival... even though it's already passed... kids and adults love it... just treat it as a way to make money while having fun... fun! Fun! Make money..."

"Row!"

Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhu didn't hesitate at all and finalized Ivy's plan the moment she finished speaking.

"what?"

It was the first time Ivy met Mr. Zhu, who looked so human, and she was unable to react for a moment.

"What? Just do as you say. Go to Lao Zhang for funding, Mingcan for procurement, Lao Chen for construction, and you will find yourself if you encounter any problems. I'm very busy right now, so don't look for me if I'm not here."

"I thought you would say that I was worshipping foreigners... and that ancestor worship was ridiculous... and then reject it right away... and then I would have to think hard about it for the whole night and come to beg you again..."

Ivy said groggily.

"Haha, I do think so..." Mr. Zhu exhaled a puff of smoke, his expression teasing and frivolous, "but another idea deeply suppressed me."

"what idea?"

"Oh!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Zhu slammed the table and immediately started cursing:

"Those damn foreign devils drag me to the parliament every day, and each of them can impeach me once!"

"They either say I'm perfunctory, or I'm late and leave early, or I'm not a decent person, or I'm not a decent person... After all the twists and turns, they still want me to open the Chinese docks to London, reduce the cruise ticket price and increase taxes..."

“Capitalism… is such a piece of crap…”

"At first I could handle it, but later on, they talked too much and I just stopped caring. No matter what Egypt says, I will not give in."

He rolled his eyes and lay back down to smoke.

"Anyway, for six hours, I just sat there and smoked. When I was tired of smoking, I slept. When I was tired of sleeping, I smoked. Occasionally, when I woke up, I could see those foreign devils fighting..."

"Hahaha!"

Seeing Mr. Zhu's helpless, depressed and tortured look, Ivy couldn't help herself any longer and grinned happily.

"Laugh, laugh, laugh! What are you laughing at!"

Mr. Zhu also laughed happily. He tapped Ivy's head with his cigarette holder, his tone soft but stern.

"If I'm gone, the prey of those beasts will be a new monkey like you."

"Don't worry, I will make them obedient!" Ivy volunteered.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhu hit her head hard again and said in an unhappy tone: "You really hope that I will die!"

"What else?" Ivy rubbed her head and said honestly, "This is the only way for me to get promoted!"

"You! Alas..."

Mr. Zhu sighed heavily, rolled his eyes again, and sat back in the redwood chair.

"This time we will just follow their wishes, lower the ticket prices, open the docks, and then make a lot of money from them, hahaha!"

"I understand, I understand! That's the routine of tourist attractions. We'll go through all the processes again. I guarantee we'll make a lot of money. Hehehe!"

"We look like bad guys when we laugh like this, hahaha!"

"Rich people always laugh like this, hahaha!"

"Jie Jie Jie..."

So, after coming out of Mr. Zhu's office, Ivy immediately started to organize a "One Hundred Demons Night Parade" party that combined Eastern and Western cultures.

While she was building the playground, she asked people in London to do enough publicity and promotion for the party.

The excitement of oriental ghosts and the surprisingly low prices attracted many Londoners. For a time, the "Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts" at the Chinatown Wharf became a topic of conversation among Londoners after dinner.

On the exaggerated flyer that flew all over London, the note on the lower right was particularly bold and enlarged:

1. There is only one condition to enter the "One Hundred Demons Night Parade" party - you cannot dress up as yourself.

2. There is an additional condition below - clowns are not allowed to enter.