Operation Red Book

Chapter 409 Who do you hope saved you?

"Some people say that after Mr. Alexander woke up, he immediately put on a life jacket and went to rescue people. Others say that Mr. Alexander was dragged into the water by a fish monster and has disappeared since then..."

"It was not until Mr. Holmes and I dragged you over that we discovered that the unconscious Alexander and Luna had just been rescued and brought ashore..."

"You haven't finished sewing here yet."

As he spoke, a hollow sound covered Joshua's explanation.

Luna sat next to Ivy with an indifferent expression.

In front of her were several bowls of steaming rice porridge, piled with all kinds of seafood.

Her body leaned towards Alexander on the other side, one hand holding the soup, the other hand hanging limply, swaying back and forth as her body swayed.

The doll, which he almost never left behind, now lay quietly in Alexander's palm.

One of the doll's hands was removed, and it happened to be the one where Luna had no strength.

"I want the pink thread... Aurora told me to tell you."

Alexander picked up a pink sewing needle and inserted a dazzling scale into the doll's arm.

Ivy had seen that piece of fish scale before. It was the mermaid scale that he always carried with him.

After stuffing the scales in, Alexander picked up the doll's arm and measured it, then carefully sewed it up one piece at a time.

"Do you still feel a foreign body in your legs?"

In the sewing room, he talked to Luna.

"It's gone. It melted very quickly. It's gone when I wake up from my sleep."

"That's good."

"But Aurora looks different now. She's yellow and dirty."

"It's not easy to find severed limbs in the Thames. Luna should express her gratitude to them, okay?"

Alexander educated Luna with an expressionless face, and Luna nodded back with an expressionless face.

Ivy and Joshua listened carefully, and when they heard the word "they", they looked at each other.

Ivy believed that they were the Grim Reapers led by Raphael, while Joshua believed that they were mermaids who came from the Chinese waters.

As if she thought of something, Luna paused and suddenly turned to look at Ivy.

"Then Aurora is a combination of yellow and white people."

"Ms. Ivy, from now on, Aurora is..."

"Bastard."

"It's a mixed-blood!"

"Half-blood."

Luna blinked, quickly turned her head back, and continued stuffing various shrimp meats into her mouth.

"what!"

Ivy suddenly screamed, scaring the dumplings in Joshua's bowl so much that they floated up and down.

"What's wrong? Ivy-san?"

"You just said that you and Holmes dragged me up here?"

"Yes." Joshua nodded.

"I flew...flew...rowed over there with the soldiers. At that time, there was a big wooden board floating on the water, and Ivy was lying on that big board..."

"So, when you found me, I was already lying on the board?"

"Yes..."

Joshua blinked, looked at Ivy's stunned profile, lowered his head and took a bite of the glutinous rice balls.

The wine in the fermented glutinous rice dumplings is sweet rice wine. When you taste it for the first time, your tongue will feel soft, your teeth will feel dizzy, your palate will feel sticky, and your throat will feel sweet.

Every bite and every spoonful is sweet in the mouth and warm in the heart.

He drank it spoonful by spoonful, and the smell of alcohol was suppressed by the sweet soup before it could rise, and instead appeared under his hazy eyes.

The candlelight flickered in the smoke, blurring the blush on Joshua's face.

After eating and drinking, he burped softly and looked at Ivy dazedly with half-open eyes.

She did not drink the sweet water in front of her, so what was shown on her face was not drunkenness, but confusion and bewilderment.

"That……"

Ivy propped up her face with her hands, her eyebrows were furrowed, and a few more wrinkles appeared between her brows.

"After I fell into the water, who rescued me from the water..."

"Well……"

Joshua's cheeks were puffed up by the dumplings. He squinted his eyes and looked at the swaying chandelier above his head. He thought for a while before replying nonchalantly:

"Neither I nor Mr. Holmes..."

"So, Ivy..."

"Who do you hope saved you?"

The person asking the question has no intention, but the person looking for the answer has his mind in turmoil.