Operation Red Book

Chapter 495: Clown Fear 2

It is rare to see a clown in China. The probability of seeing one is even lower than that of seeing the red-faced Guan Gong and the white-faced Cao Cao.

After experiencing the blow when she was five years old, Ivy began to avoid clowns consciously or unconsciously.

She would not watch movies or TV shows about clowns, would not search for entries related to clowns, would unconsciously lower her head and look sideways when she saw the golden arch, and would turn off the screen with a "click" when the TV flashed bright colors.

This situation continued until Ivy was 10 years old. In fact, it was the night when Ivy caught the viral flu.

That night, Ivy and her mother stored all their luggage and waited patiently for the flight to take off.

Due to work reasons, her mother was sent to London, England by the company. Between staying in the country and immigrating to the UK, Ivy chose to stay with her mother.

The huge airport was not empty. Many passengers were queuing up to board the plane, and the seats in the waiting hall were also empty.

Children feel sleepy at night. Ivy, who had been busy for many days, finally couldn't resist the temptation of sleepiness and leaned on her mother's shoulder and fell into a daze.

The fluorescent lights above her head were dazzling, and the boundaries of the light slowly blurred in Ivy's eyes.

Gradually, the widely spaced light bulbs grew larger and flattened as Ivy breathed evenly, until their edges connected and filled her entire world as if heated.

Afterwards, the white gradually faded and turned into an endless starry sky. Under the starry sky, the noisy amusement park appeared in front of Ivy.

This was a clown's paradise, and Ivy knew it without having to read the large letters on the arch.

Because this was her dream, and the scary clown had already hidden in her dream.

The amusement park was bustling and noisy. The carousel was dancing happily to the music, the roller coaster was spinning and flying in the air, laughter was everywhere, and screams were everywhere.

But in such a lively and cheerful place, Ivy could only hear voices but could not see any human figures.

It's illogical, but it's normal. This is a dream...

Without hesitation, she walked slowly inside, greeting the ghostly shadows and sounds that drifted in the wind with calm breathing.

Standing in the middle of the amusement park, there is a conspicuous bright yellow tent, which is where Ivy wants to go.

The tent is in typical Western style, with colorful balls hung on the outside. When the breeze blows, the balls flutter in the wind, making crisp sounds like wind chimes.

Ivy didn't know how long she walked, but she passed one amusement facility after another, and finally walked outside the thick yellow tarpaulin after her feet were sore.

She slowly stood still, as if waiting for something.

Not long after, after a slight "click" sound, lights suddenly lit up inside and outside the tent. The bright yellow light illuminated the night sky, and every exaggerated star was twinkling and shaking.

Light music then sounded, extending outward through the thick tarpaulin, playfully drilling into Ivy's ears, evoking an ominous premonition.

"Ku ...

There was a sudden sound of teeth clicking, and Ivy looked up in panic, her pupils suddenly shrinking.

The clown's huge black silhouette slowly moved in with the eerie sound, swaying its nimble little body in the center of the tarpaulin.

The clown was wearing a tall cake hat with a small ball the size of a date hanging on each side. He was pedaling a unicycle and tossing dazzling toy balls back and forth in his hands.

Ivy took a deep breath and couldn't believe her eyes.

The clown, something several times scarier than a spider, was standing right in front of her, performing boring acrobatics shamelessly behind a layer of flimsy tarpaulin.

She could see the two fluffy tufts of hair next to the clown's head, and the two shoulder straps that curved upwards on the clown's shoulders. There were several small balls hanging from the stiff crescent-shaped shoulder straps, and each collision made a crisp sound like a bell.

"Ting-ting-dong! Ting-ting-dong! Ting-ting-dong-dong!"

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha—”

Sharp and piercing sounds kept circling in Ivy's ears. On the left was the clown's weird jokes, and on the right was the childish screams of a child.

A breeze blew from behind, blowing open the gap in the center of the tarpaulin, revealing the brightness and brightness inside.

Ivy stood at the door, not daring to move. She tried countless times to pretend to be careless and take a peek at the world in the gap, but she could never do so. The gap opened too small and too fast...

"Do you want to be happy?"

There was an unknown voice, and I didn't know where it came from.

"Of course I do."

Ivy replied, not knowing if the sound was hers.

"Then come closer, a little closer..."

The voice said, and Ivy felt her feet moving forward, and the gap in the tarpaulin slowly widened, until Ivy's face touched a cool breeze and she pressed against the bright yellow tarpaulin.

The gap opened again, this time wide open.

Ivy saw the clown clearly, moving the unicycle back and forth, tossing colorful balls high and low.

"Did you see it? Did you see it?" The voice from outside continued to come.

"I saw it." Ivy's voice was trembling.

"Look at his shoes, they are made of bread, look at his shoes..."

Ivy's eyes slowly moved downwards, and she spotted the two soft buns pedaling the unicycle.

The bread was filled with pink jam and the solidified chocolate covered the entire bottom layer, but what Ivy cared about most were the few dark purple seeds on the top.

Small seeds were densely packed covering most of the ground. Some were as big as Kyoho seeds, and some were as small as strawberry seeds. They were all dark purple and had eyes, and were looking at her without blinking.

"Take your hands away now, take your hands away now..."

Reminded by the mysterious voice, Ivy realized that her right hand was blocking her view above.

She put it down obediently, but the moment she moved away, the clown's terrifying face came up to her, his expression exaggerated, and the distance between him and Ivy's face was only a millimeter.

There were many wrinkles on that face, and Ivy could see many pores. The clown's eyes were as cloudy and evil as she had imagined, and there was a circle of black and white mixed pigment around them that flowed like blood.

It happened so suddenly that Ivy's mind went blank. She stood there stupidly, watching the clown laughing wildly in front of her.

"Happy! I'm so happy!"

The clown's voice was as shrill as a crow, instantly drowning out all the noise in the amusement park.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha—”

"Granddaughter! Granddaughter!"

I don’t know how long it was before Ivy was woken up by her grandma while she was in a daze.

The clown's paint melted into the fluorescent lights above the airport, dazzling but reassuring.

The familiar sandalwood scent lingered at her nose, driving away the burning sensation of hellfire. She hadn't known when her grandma had come to her side, stroking her burning cheeks.

Ivy finally recovered from her shock. She wanted to speak, but found herself with a dry mouth and sweat all over her forehead. She wanted to move her body but it felt like it was filled with lead and she could not move. She could only lean straight against the hard seat.

She seemed to be sick, and this was the only bad thought in little Ivy's mind.

"Go home first, let my granddaughter go home first!"

At her grandmother's insistence, Ivy and her mother returned home from the international airport, and the flight to London was changed to next week.

Ivy had a low-grade fever for three days. One evening, while half asleep and half awake, she accidentally heard a news report from the building next door.

The female voice reporting the news was cold and emotionless. Ivy was confused and could only piece together the whole story through a few key words.

It turned out that on the night when little Ivy returned home with a fever, two small planes unfortunately crashed at the border of the ocean. The cause of the crash was that they encountered migratory birds head-on, which was something no one wanted to happen.

Of course, the plane that little Ivy and her mother were going to take that night landed safely in London, at most encountering some severe turbulence due to bad weather.

But when she thought about it again, Ivy still felt a little scared.

At this point, Ivy firmly believed that the clown represented disaster, and seeing a clown meant that a disaster was coming towards her...

However, as Little Ivy was lost in thought, a light bulb suddenly lit up in her mind: the appearance of the clown seemed to represent a turning point in her life...