Operation Red Book

A sharp dagger was stuck in the girl's heart, the blade was completely embedded in the heart, splashing large amounts of blood on her fair skin, staining her body and the white cloth under the stage red.

She seemed to have died not long ago; her skin was still elastic and her body had not turned into a lifeless blue-gray color.

"It's Sister Tracy. She was just adopted a few days ago." Haley's muffled voice came from behind.

"It was me who placed her in the coffin in the prayer room. It was me who told her that she would sleep among the blooming hydrangeas and wake up to a new life... It was me who harmed her."

Grace fell into endless self-blame. She lowered her head and sobbed, beating her chest with her hands.

"Grace, Grace, it's not your fault, listen to me..."

Ivy grabbed Grace's wrist, and their tearful eyes crossed, blurring everything in front of them.

"It's not your fault, okay?"

Ivy lowered her voice, suppressed her grief and spoke gently.

She held Grace's tearful face, pressed her forehead against hers, and repeated "It's not your fault" over and over again until Grace calmed down.

"Bang!"

Hearing a noise behind her, Ivy immediately became alert. She let go of Grace, picked up the gun, and immediately aimed it at the person who broke in at the door.

"It's me! And Luke..."

Holmes's breathless voice swept away the gloom in Ivy's heart, and she suddenly felt hopeful.

"Luke!"

"Haley!"

Luke excitedly ran out from behind Holmes and hugged Haley who also ran over eagerly.

"Ms. Grace..."

Luke saw Grace behind Haley, and was so scared that he grabbed Haley's hand and ran around, hiding behind Holmes.

"It's already past 12 o'clock. The weekend is over. Are you happy?"

Holmes pointed to the quartz watch on his wrist with a smile in his eyes.

"That's great……"

Ivy jumped with a smile on her face, and the stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.

Holmes sighed heavily and approached Ivy and Grace, pulling the two children behind him.

"What's the situation here?" Holmes breathed heavily and his expression turned serious.

"The cross in the prayer room can be rotated. It is the switch of the secret door. We came here through the secret door of the prayer room."

"Grace was deceived by Morris and foolishly gave him someone else. What about you?"

"Almost killed by Maurice in the basement, I shot him in the left hand and he let out a smoke bomb and ran away."

"Henry and Emily are out looking for the police and are evacuating everyone else. Don't worry about them."

"I followed the blood trail through the secret passage and found Luke trapped in the cage, then followed the blood trail and came here with him."

Ivy frowned and asked tentatively, "So Morris is still here?"

"Yes, what's going on here?"

"Grace put the child in the coffin, Morris killed her with a dagger, and then transported the coffin here through the secret passage. I don't know anything else." Ivy pointed in the direction they came from.

Holmes walked up to the dissecting table, stroking his chin, and picked up a bloody scalpel from the ground.

He thought about it, raised his knife, and gently poked the belly of the corpse.

A red line as thin as a spider silk extended from the chest of the corpse to the lower abdomen.

Ivy looked nervous and raised her head unconsciously, forcing herself not to look at the body on the stage.

She snorted and asked, "Is it dissection for organ trading?"

"Yes, it is certain that they were selling organs, but... this person was in a hurry. He just cut the body open and did not proceed to the next step... He must have heard some noise and was in a panic..."

Holmes frowned even more deeply. He uttered a dissatisfied sound and said solemnly:

"Stay alert and be careful around you. He's here, hiding in the dark."