Operation Red Book

Chapter 469 Why did you mess with her?

"Why did you mess with her?"

Holmes finally managed to coax the angry Ivy, and then turned around to coax another older child.

Joshua's panda suit was almost torn by Ivy, revealing his entire upper body.

Because he is too thin, there is really nothing noteworthy about Joshua's figure.

If I have to say, those two collarbones appear particularly slender and prominent because of the thin shoulders, and paired with the fair and delicate skin, it makes people want to take a bite.

There were some red marks on the chest caused by fingernails. The marks were mixed and changed with the rise and fall of breathing, and looked painful and sore.

That was the scratch Ivy had just made. Her nails were sharp and long, and she scratched and scraped the skin like a ferocious cat. If she got mad, she would bite down and would not let go until blood oozed from her sharp canine teeth.

Her madness and rebelliousness are obvious to all. No matter how she behaves or does things, Ivy will only stare at the piece of fat in front of her. She will grab it when she is angry, and bite it off when she is even angrier, regardless of where the piece of meat is.

Joshua's fingertips slowly moved across the two teeth marks on his abdomen. When they passed the place where the white skin was broken, a sharp pain struck his brain like a thunderbolt, and then spread throughout his body.

He hissed heavily, and his abdominal muscles trembled and contracted violently with the intense heartbeat.

Even such a thin person has a thin layer of abdominal muscles. Although not enough to be described as deep grooves, it is enough to be called a crispy thin-skinned white chocolate.

He ruffled his messy hair and gathered the two torn pieces of cloth together in front of his chest.

His waist was too thin, and his hips narrowed accordingly, without much undulation.

The rag only covered the chest, and the area below the chest was ventilated, so one could feel a slight coolness even in a fireplace room.

"I'm just telling the truth..."

Joshua frowned, his voice choking.

The highlight in his pupils flickered slightly, and Joshua felt a little uncomfortable, his heart was blocked, and his nose was sore.

There was a funny and ridiculous panda pattern painted on his face. His red eye sockets were covered by the black around them, and the mist at the corners of his eyes was buried by his wet eyelashes.

No one saw him in pain, just like in the past twenty years.

"Let's change into another set of clothes, Joshua. Do you have any other suits prepared?"

Lestrade patted Joshua on the back and said a few words of concern.

"It seems that you still have to dress up as the scary Count Dracula today. The little vampire can't get his wish! Haha!"

Christine covered her mouth and laughed. She was always so optimistic, so optimistic that it was blinding.

"Ah... one or two of them... it makes me worry..."

Holmes took a long gulp of his gin, put his hands in his pockets and sighed.

This was not considered coaxing the child. Joshua lowered his eyes and silently held a grudge in his heart.

Why can she be angry...

I can't be angry...

Why is she always so popular...

Why am I always invisible...

Why can she be held in someone's arms even when she is crying...

Why is it troublesome for me to shed tears...

Why is she always the protagonist under the spotlight...

Why am I the dead rat that never gets noticed...

One after another, resentments gathered in Joshua's heart and gradually gathered into a ball of fire.

No one noticed my tears, sadness, fear, pain...

No one noticed me, no one...

Why……

Why...

"Look! This is my most proud outfit!"

The door was opened again, and everyone's attention was drawn to Ivy again.

She was wearing a thin white dress with a lapel that covered her shoulders and sleeves that reached to her fingertips, the only long part of the dress.

The neckline was wide open, revealing the shadows of the mountains and the rising hills; the hem of the skirt hung loosely to the thighs, tightly outlining the girl's graceful figure.

She wore a crooked three-cornered nurse's hat on her head and held a rusty dagger in her hand.

The white skirt was filthy, which was her special design. Even the bandages wrapped around her legs were stained with tomato juice to simulate blood.

This dress still fails to meet the standards of decency and is still frowned upon even in the 21st century.

But it didn't matter. In order to make her happy, Holmes asked her to wear her favorite outfit now.

He also swore to her that they would not laugh at or despise her this time.

This is conditional. Ivy cannot wear any of the clothes she just tried on out, let alone attend the party tonight.

This condition was fine, and Ivy agreed readily.

"The nurse in Silent Hill..."

Joshua pointed at Ivy and read the picture.

His tone was somewhat cold and seemed to be filled with resentment.

Ivy ignored him. She had finally put on the clothes she had carefully made. She was in a very good mood and didn't want to pay any attention to that unlucky guy.

"Woooooa ...

Ivy made a face, held a knife, and walked quickly towards the people on the sofa with her limbs entangled.

"Wow—how terrible!"

The other three cooperated with Ivy and pretended to be humans being chased by monsters and screamed loudly.

There was a sudden burst of laughter in the living room. Christine giggled and let Ivy wave the dagger up and down in front of her eyes.

"Ah! I've been caught by a terrible monster!"

Holmes' arm was caught by Ivy. He smiled and grabbed Ivy's knife-holding hand, easily taking off the rusty dagger.

"Dangerous items! Warning! Dangerous items!"

Holmes quickly threw the dagger to Lestrade and turned to avoid Ivy's pursuit.

Lestrade caught the dagger thrown by Holmes, and with his other hand he made a pistol shape and gently put it in front of Ivy's head.

"You are under arrest! Little monster! Put your hands on your head and don't talk to each other!"

Lestrade shouted loudly, pretending to pull Ivy's wrist which was stretched out in surrender, but just as he was about to touch her, Ivy snatched the "pistol" away with her backhand.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Ivy held the "pistol" in both hands and fired three shots at Lestrade's chest.

"Ah! I'm dead, Lelouch..."

Lestrade fell on the sofa behind him, with his legs stretched out, eyes rolled up, and tongue sticking out. His silly performance of "death" immediately made Ivy burst into laughter.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Those monster nurses in Silent Hill are so classic because they are all played by supermodels..."

The unexpected voice rang in Ivy's ears, like the calm before the storm.

She heard the rumbling sound of fear in the distance, and immediately stopped smiling, looking coldly at the silent and melancholy boy.

"What do you mean?"

Ivy said coldly, with an unhappy tone.

"It's nothing, I just thought of this piece of knowledge..."

"This isn't even a point of knowledge, no one wants to know... You're trying to get my attention, right?"

Ivy was a little angry. She frowned deeply and looked at the boy sitting upright on the sofa with anger.

Joshua lowered his head, his shoulders drooping limply, his chest contracting and expanding with his heavy breathing, with obvious red marks on it.

"I don't want to draw your attention to myself. I'm just stating the facts."

Joshua whispered, his ending tone loose, as if he had used great effort to barely say these words.

He slowly raised his head and looked straight at Ivy who was clenching her fists.

"Who do you think you are? Why, do others have to like you?"

"The only thing that can make others fall madly in love is gold. This is what you said yourself. Are you gold?"

"you……"

Their eyes met, and the moment Ivy met Joshua's gaze, she suddenly loosened her fist and her heart sank.

Joshua's eyes were always clear, and Ivy had only seen that kind of innocent purity in his eyes.

But now, the eyes that Joshua cast over were desperate and fragile, as if countless icebergs were collapsing in an instant.

It's a collapse, not a melt.

"Ha..." He looked at Ivy's embarrassed expression and forced a bitter smile, "You are neither gold nor diamond..."

The next second, Joshua changed the subject, gritted his teeth, and added full hatred: "You are a slut!"

"Snapped!"

Ivy picked up the pillow at hand and threw it hard at Joshua. After a dull thud, the pillow hit him in the face.

"If there was a locker here, I would have broken you into four pieces and stuffed you in there!"

"You're the same as them."

"Go away!"

"I do not."

"go away!"

"casual."

"boom!"

Ivy returned to her room and slammed her bedroom door shut.

"boom!"

Joshua left 221-B Baker Street alone and walked into the wind.

When he left, tears flashed in the corner of his eyes, but disappeared in an instant.