Operation Red Book

"Grace, where are you from?"

"do not know."

"Do you have parents and siblings?"

"do not know."

"How did you come to this orphanage?"

"I was lying in the rain. I was very scared. I was scared of the sound of rain and thunder. It was the people in the welfare home who saved me."

"Grace, has your wound healed?"

Ivy took out the alcohol cotton pad and bandage, but when she carefully wiped the wound, she found that the wound covered by the blood had disappeared, leaving only a circle of red mark.

"Ms. Grace is not afraid of getting hurt. Last time, she blocked the falling baking tray for Emily, and the horrible burn was no longer visible during dinner." Haley and Luke echoed.

"Were you alone when you came here? Did you carry any other items with you?" Holmes continued to ask.

"The children said that my clothes were torn and tattered, as if I had been struck by lightning."

"I don't remember anything else..." Grace shook her head and lowered her head to think hard.

"There's one thing I'm really concerned about. Did Morris carry this umbrella with him?"

Holmes drew the brown umbrella from Morris's waist.

"What are you doing! This is mine, give it back to me! Ugh!"

Morris suddenly resisted violently and almost broke free from Holmes's restraints.

"Is this yours? You fat old noodle, you carry a lady's umbrella with you?"

Ivy caught the brown umbrella that Holmes threw to her and looked at it carefully.

The umbrella looks very ordinary, the only thing that makes people pay attention is that the tip of the umbrella extends out long, like a dagger.

If you feel it carefully, you will find that the umbrella frame is also made of sharp long thorns, which can easily scratch your fingers.

"I don't know much about umbrellas here. It seems that this umbrella is too dangerous..." Ivy waved it tentatively, "like a...handy weapon."

Ivy's eyes lit up, and she looked at Holmes, and immediately had the answer in her mind.

"Grace, do you remember this umbrella?"

Ivy carefully smoothed the umbrella and held it under Grace's eyes with both hands.

Grace lowered her eyes and stared at the umbrella in front of her.

The air around her seemed to boil hot, and the air around her stagnated for a few seconds, forming a unique barrier for her and the umbrella.

"This umbrella belongs to Mr. Morris. I've long been accustomed to having it with me, but now..."

"Now?"

Ivy and the others held their breath, waiting for Grace's next words.

"It seems to be calling me. It, it seems to miss me very much..."

"That's it! Miss Grace, this is yours, it's exclusively yours!" Haley shouted excitedly.

"Bitch! What do you mean by yours! I've had this since I was a child...mmmm!"

Morris was still shouting, but before he could finish, Holmes silenced him with a rifle butt.

"Grace, I have to tell you, you are not Grace Coleman from Florence."

"You have another identity, but you have forgotten yourself." Ivy said to Grace solemnly.

"I have a strong intuition that by accepting this umbrella, you will rediscover yourself."

Ivy looked into Grace's wet eyes and expressed all her premonitions.

Grace was stunned, her eyes darting around aimlessly.

She looked at Haley and Luke's expectant smiles, and reached for the umbrella handle with her trembling right hand.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch the metal umbrella handle, Grace's breathing suddenly became disordered.

She suddenly withdrew her hand, crossed her arms around her shoulders, lowered her head and said no more.

“What is the matter?” asked Holmes impatiently.

"Ms. Grace? What's wrong with you..." Luke shook Grace's arm and asked in confusion.

"You're scared, aren't you."

Grace raised her head and looked at Ivy's calm face carefully and steadily.

"You really love them, the children in the orphanage." Ivy smiled. "You are afraid that you will become a monster and have to leave the children, right?"

Grace rolled her eyes to the right but remained silent.