Operation Red Book

Chapter 504 Who is to blame?

A "zizi" sound like the chirping of insects rang out in the silence and was first noticed by Bo Fu, who had a sullen face.

Before he could warn her, Bofu suddenly picked up Ivy and threw her behind him.

At the same time, Grace's white lace umbrella suddenly emitted a translucent black flame. The flame was fierce and soon it jumped onto Grace's arm.

"call out--"

Grace quickly pulled out a white umbrella and raised his left hand to put out the flames on his arm.

But when he looked up again, half of the clown's body had turned into fine dust, which was blown away by the breeze.

"Dangdang!"

Bo Fu's sword was immediately unsheathed and slashed at the clown at high speed.

The sword light was dazzling, leaving a fleeting afterimage in the air. The target of this sword was directly his throat.

But the moment the sword touched the clown, the clown immediately turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the air with the wind.

The sword swung in the air, but was easily dodged by Grace, and flew neatly back into Bofu's hand.

"Want to chase?"

Bo Fu lowered his eyes, looked in the direction where the black smoke dissipated, and asked dissatisfiedly.

"Don't bother, that's a clone."

Grace wiped the black blood off the tip of the umbrella with her hand and replied calmly.

"Let's clean up this place. At least we have recovered some souls." Grace said to Bofu.

"Also, search for those who have been sewn up immediately. They have no souls but can still speak and walk normally. This goes against the laws of creation."

After that, she turned her head and said to herself: "How pitiful! A body with a soul taken out will either be controlled by others and become a slave, or be abandoned by others and become a hollow person..."

"I have sent people to surround this place, and now a large-scale search has begun."

Bofu didn't hear Grace's nagging. He put the sword back to his waist with a serious expression.

"That's good. I'll go report it, and you go find that thing as soon as possible..."

"So you guys are going to look for the Joker's true self?"

Ivy got up at some point. She looked a little disheveled, but her eyes were sincere and bright.

"Can I help?"

"No." Grace refused without thinking.

"Ms. Ivy, this place is very dangerous. I understand your kindness and sincerity, but protecting you is also one of our responsibilities."

"This is your responsibility. It is not one of my responsibilities." Bo Fu suddenly spoke from the side with a cold tone.

He crossed his arms, standing tall but with an arrogant look: "But she can barely be used as bait, she's dying anyway..."

"Hey!" Ivy stomped her feet in anger, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

"No!"

Grace replied sternly, and Ivy immediately cast an expectant look at her.

"The God of Death should not interfere with the trivial matters of a dying person. This is our principle. Miss Ivy can do whatever she wants during this period of time."

As soon as these words were spoken, Ivy immediately withdrew her expectant gaze, and in an instant it was replaced by a look of loss.

She suddenly felt her center of gravity was a little unstable, and it felt like she would go to the corner and draw circles in the next second.

“Perhaps, you can help evacuate the people.”

Grace comforted her soothingly, but this statement dealt a heavy blow to Ivy.

Her heart skipped a beat, and her head felt so heavy that she could hardly hear her own voice:

"So...so the event can't continue?"

"Should we... stop?"

Her voice trembled, and the corners of her twitching eyes were already stained with tears of guilt.

After all, this banquet was organized by her, and she was also the one who messed it up.

Where there are many people, souls will gather, and where souls gather, evil spirits will be attracted.

She had never imagined, during the week of preparation, that the gathering of crowds would bring about countless disasters.

Ivy's original goal was never to lure out the evil ghosts that were harming the people for the God of Death, and she never wanted to win the title of "most popular" again...

She had never thought that someone would move Louis XVI's guillotine into an amusement park, turning a place of joy into a bloody massacre. The instigator was the damn clown that Ivy had been afraid of for nearly twenty years...

Her original goal was just to let the children at the Chinese wharf feel the atmosphere of Western Halloween.

During this time, they can experience new things, make friends, wear strange clothes, ask for candy, play pranks...

Pure joy, isn't it wonderful?

But why is such a simple joy so difficult to achieve?

Who is to blame?

Who is to blame?

Who can I blame...

"Ms. Ivy."

In a daze, Grace's gentle voice came from her ears, clearing up the blurry eyes blurred by tears.

She came to Ivy without knowing when, and gently held her in her arms like a child.

"It's not your fault..."

Grace spoke softly, rubbing her chin against the top of Ivy's head as she spoke the words one by one.

Ivy's eyes immediately became sore and swollen, and she couldn't suppress it no matter what.

"It's not your fault..."

When relief came the second time, Ivy had already burst into tears.

Grace held her hand tightly and let her head suffocate on the fabric of her shoulders, leaving a wet area.

"It's boring. I'm leaving now."

Bo Fu looked at them with complicated eyes, then slowly turned and walked towards the market.

When he was approaching the corner, he frowned and glanced at the two women who were still hugging each other. An unpleasant feeling flashed in his brows, and then he disappeared into the dim light along with the woman in white.

After an unknown amount of time, Ivy's sobbing gradually subsided, and Grace slowly moved her away, ignoring the tears on her face and slowly lifted her face.

"Thank you for everything you do for our children and thank you for everything you do to protect others."

Grace's eyes were as bright and pure as stars, and soon swept away the haze and embers in Ivy's heart.

"Personally, I think you should find your own companions," Grace said.

Ivy was a little confused: "In order to avoid any regrets?"

"That's part of the reason." Grace glanced away and shrugged, "I just think your friends can help you overcome your fear and find the real culprit behind the scenes."

"Who is the real culprit behind this?" Ivy's heart suddenly lifted. "Is there someone controlling the Joker to destroy all this?"

"Since he was able to hide for so long, evading the pursuit of the god of death and Jasper's chaos, no matter what kind of monster he is, there must be a master behind him who is guiding him."

"Hell... or the Ancient Gods..."

Ivy frowned, her eyes slid left and right for a while, and replied: "It must be one of them..."

Unexpectedly, Grace shook her head and denied Ivy's guess, but it was unclear whether she was denying the first sentence or the second sentence.

She slowly stood up, her expression returning to being calm again.

“Sometimes, bears in the forest and mice in the gutter are good friends. To outsiders, they don’t know each other, but when one of them makes trouble, the other is the most unexpected acquiescer.”

Ivy was confused by these words. What about the "bears in the forest" and the "rats in the gutter?" She knew what Grace was hinting at, but she had no idea.

"Okay, where do you want to go? I can take you there." Grace smiled with her eyes curved.

"No... Thank you, Miss Grace, I will take care of things here..."

Ivy held up the hem of her skirt and bowed. She wiped her tears and turned to walk towards a shop nearby.

Grace returned the greeting. She slowly raised her hand and summoned hundreds of black fireballs from behind the ruins. After a while, they disappeared in front of the ruins.

The breeze behind her reminded her of Grace's departure. Ivy did not look back. She was immersed in her own thoughts:

The body was cut into two halves by the guillotine, and the two halves were sewn together behind the shop. After the body was sewn together, its soul was taken away and it became a hollow man. The hollow man walked out of the shop, became their slave, and did things for them.

Walking into that messy little shop, you will be dazzled by the dazzling array of merchandise.

Ivy gently stroked the sheep head skull at the door and carefully scanned every corner of the store.

Suddenly, a familiar object came into Ivy's sight, followed by two, then three... The clues formed a chain that led directly to the familiar figure in her mind...

She seemed to already know who the real culprit behind the scenes was.

She even knew who the undercover agent lurking in SCO was.

But, besides collecting souls, what else do they want to do at the rave?

She didn't know, but she was about to start moving, it was getting dark, and she was about to close her eyes.