Operation Red Book

Chapter 500: The Clown's Slave

The breeze blew Ivy's hair and gently brushed across her face. Her cheeks had already turned slightly rosy, and her plump apple cheeks were rippling with a delicate luster.

“That’s the jingle bell.”

(That's a bell)

“That’s the jingle bell.”

(That's a bell)

The song soon came to the ending lyrics, and Ivy was extremely satisfied with her performance so far.

The last long note proceeded smoothly and orderly. Ivy turned her back to the audience and stretched her hands to both sides. She imitated the movement of shaking a bell, slowly raising her hands up and down to the top of her head.

"That's the jingle bell rock——"

(That's the jingling bells)

The perfect ending only requires one final turn.

Ivy followed the rhythm and walked forward, turning her head quickly when the last note landed...

“What the fxxk!”

The exclamation that came out of her mouth whistled out like a runaway train, squeezing out the prepared smiles and winks.

She covered her mouth in disbelief, her eyes bulged out and her pupils constricted, her breathing suddenly became difficult and rapid, and she looked extremely panicked.

"Ms. Ivy?"

Christine in the audience reacted earlier than anyone else. She blinked in confusion, then looked in Ivy's direction toward the dark audience, and her expression froze.

"What..."

"What!"

As if she couldn't hear her own frantic shouting, Ivy trembled all over, her eyes fixed on the black and white clown that appeared in the crowd.

The clown's head was much larger than those of the people around him. His skin was smooth, without a single hair on his face. His entire head looked like a big inflated balloon that had been soaked in white paint for a thousand years.

He hid in the dark crowd, staring at Ivy on the stage with a joking look, his eyeballs full of red bloodshot were all bulging out, and his eyeballs without pupils were bumping around inside his eyeballs, looking very scary.

"hey-hey!"

He let out a strange cry, and his dark purple lips suddenly split into four parts. His long and thin tongue emerged from his rows of sharp teeth, one section was scarlet and the other was black and white, just like a ring-shaped sea snake coiled in seaweed.

After the more than one-meter-long tongue was completely pulled out, the clown rolled his eyes and made faces at Ivy on the stage.

"hey-hey!"

"what?"

"Hehe!" He made a bigger face.

"Ok?"

"Hey hey!" He took off his pants and stuck his butt out towards Ivy.

"what!"

This move is very hurtful to Ivy... and extremely insulting!

"Stay here and don't move!"

She didn't have time to take a bow, and after hurriedly telling Christine something, she quickly jumped off the stage.

Anger and responsibility prevailed at this moment, suppressing all the unreasonable fear and anxiety.

Ivy touched the electric whip in her pocket to give herself courage, and pushed through the crowded audience as she ran towards the clown.

"hey-hey!"

Finally meeting Ivy's angry gaze, the clown's mouth opened wider, he let out another strange cry, turned around and ran quickly towards the market behind him.

"Hey! Don't run!"

Ivy yelled angrily, shoving the crowd around her rudely and apologizing repeatedly.

"Sorry! Make way! Sorry! Make way! Make way..."

"Paji——"

In the crowd, Ivy accidentally slapped a woman who was dressed simply. The woman fell forward uncontrollably, and Ivy was so scared that she hurriedly grabbed her arm.

"Feel sorry!"

Unexpectedly, the woman's arms remained in Ivy's hands, but her legs continued to move forward.

After a dull "click" sound, Ivy watched the woman's legs being squeezed to the ground.

At the same time, the woman's upper body fell rapidly until her flat waist was pressed tightly against the ground.

Ivy took a breath unconsciously, her pupils trembling violently, her eyes full of disbelief.

What happened? This woman was cut in half? So is she dead? Or is she alive...

Just as I was thinking, the woman's head suddenly turned towards Ivy. She stared at Ivy blankly, her breath weak:

“It’s okay… Please help me… connect my… body…”

"Ahhhhhhh-"

Ivy opened her mouth and screamed loudly.

"My...arm...please...thank you..."

"Ahhhhhhh-"

After the woman's reminder, Ivy realized that she was still holding the woman's arm.

The next moment, fear and nausea overwhelmed all her emotions. She shook off the woman's upper body, pushed through the crowd around her and fled.

"Did I hear a scream just now?"

"Did it come from over there?"

There was a sudden commotion in the crowd, and many viewers looked in the direction of the woman, but could not make out anything.

"I accidentally fell down... It's okay..."

The woman in simple clothes slowly stood up and kept apologizing to those around her.

The noisy crowd soon calmed down, and people quickly forgot about the riot over there, as if nothing had happened.

But if they had been more careful, they would have noticed that the toes of the simply dressed woman were pointing backwards.

Of course, there are many people in the crowd who look very normal, hiding among them, obscure and unclear.

After a brief noise, the host hurried onto the stage at the urging of those behind the scenes. With what he thought was his humorous rescue, the competition finally returned to its original progress.

Meanwhile, the next performer hurried onto the stage with his instrument, and he was about to give the audience a wonderful performance.

Finally, when the guitar strings were plucked, the audience regained their original enthusiasm and applauded to welcome the handsome boy on the stage.

After a few seconds, guitars, gongs and drums started playing together, and the high platform made of banners became lively.

“Oooooohhhhhhhhhh—”

“This is music!”

"It's so good that you don't even know the person next to you has died!"

"Bravo! Bravo!"

Unfortunately, the audience's enthusiasm did not spread to the market outside the platform. Ivy finally squeezed out of the crowd, but as soon as she turned a corner, the clown running around disappeared.

"Do you see a clown wearing black and white stripes?"

After an unknown amount of time, Ivy leaned exhausted against the juice shop and asked the owner.

She was extremely tired, and looked very exhausted, gasping for breath.

"We don't see any clowns in black and white, Ms. Ivy."

The shop owner shook his head and said.

"Damn it!"

Ivy cursed irritably, there were countless "monsters" here, but a character as ugly as the Joker would definitely be unforgettable.

He had just swaggered past this street, but Ivy asked no less than ten shop owners, and their answers were all "I don't know" and "I didn't see it."

What's even more terrifying is that these shop owners are her "own people" who were placed in the market for the purpose of detecting unsafe factors. If any accidents happen in the market, they will definitely report to Ivy immediately.

This is weird! Ivy drank a whole glass of watermelon juice angrily.

"This man, the clown in black and white stripes... Issue a wanted order internally. If you find any trace of him, arrest him immediately... Also, do not announce it to anyone to avoid causing panic."

"Yes, Miss Ivy."

"At the same time, we must increase the intensity of the search and defensive operations to ensure the safety of the people." Ivy said seriously.

"Also, send someone to Shisanfang right now and tell Bofu everything I said. He will understand."

"Yes, Miss Ivy."

The owner quickly left the stall and came back after a while.

His expression was relaxed, quite different from Ivy's.

She leaned against the stall, looking nervous and fidgeting, with sweat pouring down her forehead and her legs shaking.

At this moment, she just wanted to figure out one question: why couldn't the patrolling police and shop owners see the clown?

Christine told her when they first met that in front of the huge guillotine and the crowded crowd, the patrolling rabbit police officer ignored it, as if it was just an empty piece of grass.

But Ivy and Christine clearly saw the clown. Is it that only people who pay attention to the clown can see the clown? Or is there another reason?

Ivy shook her head, trying to get the terrifying image of the clown out of her mind.

But as she was shaking, she suddenly realized that she had overlooked a more important issue:

Have those who were cut in half become slaves of the clown?

"Please! Call Bofu here quickly..."

"hey-hey!"

Suddenly, a familiar strange cry interrupted Ivy's urgent request. She looked towards the intersection and then straightened her body.

The clown's black and white figure flashed past the intersection. He was holding a French white chicken and ran quickly to the other side of the intersection.

Behind him, followed a large group of fierce-looking Scotland Yard soldiers wearing rabbit ears...

"Call Bofu over! Notify Mingcan! Notify Mr. Zhu!"

The situation was serious. Ivy said something in a hurry and ran towards the intersection, not noticing the fleeting smile of the shop owner behind her.

"Yes, Miss Ivy."

After saying this, the shop owner's body instantly melted away, like a ball of water, and disappeared without a trace.