Operation Red Book

Chapter 439 The Bad Seed

"Kiki, do you know anything about movies?"

"Sorry, I didn't know..."

"No need to apologize. This is just like the drama you usually watch in the theater, but it is presented in a different form."

"drama?"

"Yes, but now I want to share with you a movie I once watched. The name of the movie is 'The Bad Seed'."

"Bad Seed... What kind of story is this?"

Ivy paused, she thought for a long time, and then said slowly:

"It's about a seemingly cute little girl who killed everyone who threatened her for her own benefit, including her classmates, teachers, nanny, and even her father..."

"This is horrible, Miss Ivy."

"It's really scary. In fact, what scares me most about this thriller is not the scary stories of the little girl who does whatever it takes for the benefit, but her shrewd and careful disguise, her calm and self-sustaining mentality, and her nature of treating human life as worthless..."

"That's true, but what I want to ask is... Miss Ivy, how does this drama end?"

Christine asked, breathing lightly with tears in her eyes.

"The evil father discovered the bloody crimes committed by his daughter. At first, he tried to conceal them, but he didn't expect his daughter to cause such terrible disasters again and again. So, her father decided to kill her..."

Ivy elaborated slowly.

At the same time, Holmes was horrified to find that the maid beside the lady had disappeared in front of everyone at some point.

Then, a silver pistol slowly stretched out from the darkness and slowly pressed against the back of Wendy's head.

The maid's face was vaguely visible in the darkness. She stared at the lady intently, as if waiting for a decisive order.

"Don't shoot!"

Holmes hastened to stop him. He first looked at Jacob, and after getting a shake of his head signal, he turned to look at his wife.

The lady sat weakly on the chair, her face calm and her posture dignified, even though the look in her eyes when she looked at her daughter was full of helplessness and pain.

"Madam! It's not over yet. Nothing has been concluded yet! There is no evidence pointing to your father. I haven't even seen him yet!"

Holmes tried to stop her in a hurry, but the lady frowned and curled up the corners of her mouth, as if trying to maintain the last bit of dignity.

"My father was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease three years ago. He is now living in Birmingham, hundreds of miles away from here. Except for Christmas once a year, I have been in correspondence with him through letters. If I count carefully, he and Wendy have not seen each other for three years."

"Oh... Mr. Detective, please forgive a confused mother. Because of my selfishness and my indulgence over the years, I killed Little Ben and hurt the Goodwin family. Now, I have brought disaster upon myself. I can't even save myself..."

She said with a smile, her features wrinkled.

"Wendy, my daughter, my baby, you are still too young to understand the ways of the world. I have been teaching you to see the warmth and love in this world, but in the end, these became your means of killing people... Mom is really sad..."

After saying this, the lady shed a few more tears.

"Wendy, I am alive today thanks to my adoptive father's care. He not only gave me life again, but also gave me a new life. That's why I have you, and that's why I have a family."

"It is the most foolish thing to do to target your own family. It is also the most damning thing to do. I don't want to tolerate you any longer, Wendy, my daughter... my baby... maybe you shouldn't have appeared in this world..."

The lady exerted great effort, her voice became faint and her whole body trembled violently, as if she was enduring something, yet also seemed to be giving up something.

After saying that, she bit her lower lip and slowly raised her arm.

Holmes hurriedly pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the maid behind Wendy, but the maid was not afraid at all and even loaded the gun immediately.

"Mother...I love you..."

"You love me too, right?"

Wendy stood there motionless, her little mouth pouting, pearl-like tears streaking down her face, making her look like a broken little butterfly.

"Ms. Ivy, what happened next? The father pointed a gun at the bad seed. Did he really kill his own daughter?"

"No, at the critical moment, a neighbor came with a shotgun..."

"He couldn't tolerate a tall and burly father pointing a gun at a seemingly innocent and pitiful little girl, even if he didn't know the reason at all."

"After all, from an outsider's perspective, the roses are so green and juicy, and the petals are falling. Naturally, the sharp thorns underneath are ignored..."

"So, Miss Ivy, the final outcome is..."

"The neighbor killed his father, and the bad seed was rescued by the neighbor and grew up..."

"boom--"

A gunshot rang out from the woods, scaring Ivy and Kristen so much that they shuddered.

The maid behind Wendy fell to the ground, her chest was stabbed through, and blood flowed on the ground beneath her feet like a dark snake.

The lady's mouth corners suddenly turned down, while Wendy's mouth corners slowly rose.

A middle-aged man in luxurious clothes slowly walked out of the woods with a pistol in hand. He had a stern expression, and the look he gave Wendy revealed a kindness that shouldn't have been there.

"It's you……"

The lady was suddenly panicked. She struggled to stand up, but her legs and feet were shaking and she had no strength.

Wendy tilted her head and smiled sweetly.

"So, for my sake, please go to hell with all your sins."

"Bang bang bang!"

As soon as Wendy finished speaking, the middle-aged man behind her immediately fired three shots at the lady, two in the chest and one in the abdomen.

"lady!"

Holmes dodged in a hurry.

After hitting the target, the middle-aged man immediately withdrew his hand, picked up Wendy, and disappeared into the bushes.

"Don't run!"

Holmes quickly got up, raised his pistol and chased after him.

The black-robed undead quickly gathered and stood in front of him without a word. No matter how Holmes attacked, he had no chance.

They had three layers of defense inside and outside, and it was obvious that they were well prepared.

"lady!"

Christine hurriedly got up, but was pinned down by the black-robed undead behind her.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Christine struggled violently, but the man behind her was too strong and she had no chance of escape.

Ivy was dumbfounded as the lady's silk clothes were soaked by the blood gushing out of the bullet hole, and soon she became a bloody woman.

"Miss Goodwin..."

Mrs. Bruce was walking on the line between life and death. She looked at Christine struggling not far away and used up her last bit of strength to jump off the chair.

"Ms. Goodwin... I'm sorry... I'm sorry for your family... I can only use the method of imprisoning... you... to prevent you from participating... this Halloween..."

"No... This is a soul sacrifice... My soul... will also be dedicated to..."

She spoke with such difficulty that she didn't even shed tears.

"Devil...it's a devil..."

"lady!

As the last bit of her strength faded away, the lady's head finally drooped.

Blue flames flickered in her eyes, her pupils gradually became dilated, and finally turned into a dead gray.

"Who is that... the man who killed my wife..."

Ivy asked with trembling lips as she looked at the dream-like scene.

"Lord Bruce, Chandler Lord Bruce..."

Christine replied while crying, she clutched her robe tightly, her eyes had already become red and swollen.

Ivy understood why Christine was so painful. If this was the truth of the matter, it would be better not to know it; if this was the ending, it would be better if it had never happened in the first place.

"Ms. Ivy...why, why is this play called The Bad Seed?"

After a while, Christine looked at the lady's body in despair and asked.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand DNA, because this matter involves blood, fertility and heredity."

"In the previous version of the movie, the bad guy's mother was a kind woman, but her mother's mother was an unforgivable demon..."

"So, it's the same here..."

"The mother of the devil's mother is also a devil..."

Ivy seemed to have thought of something. She raised her head and looked around for the familiar music box.

At this moment, the music of "The Nutcracker" suddenly sounded, accompanied by the sound of flowing water. A bone-chilling chill slowly rose from the tailbone, making Ivy's scalp numb.

The source of the sound was still the old music box, which was playing beautiful and smooth music right where Wendy had originally stood.

But the soul that lived inside has already walked out.

She is Mrs. Bruce's biological mother and Wendy's biological grandmother.

Amy, that's her.