Operation Red Book

Grace was suspended in mid-air, the dazzling white light still not dissipating or fading.

Morris escaped the grasp of the famous detective, and Holmes and he disappeared into the darkness one after the other.

Grace closed her eyes tightly, showing neither pain nor joy.

The small lace umbrella was spinning slowly and evenly over Grace's body. White feathers emerged from under the umbrella and all piled up on Grace's body.

The beam of light before your eyes is so beautiful and dreamy that you can’t take your eyes off it.

Ivy hugged Haley and held Luke's hand at the same time, and the three of them stared at the beam of light in front of them.

"I have a question."

Haley suddenly spoke up, pulling Ivy out of her blissful immersion.

"Is Miss Grace an angel?"

"Maybe... Look at her pretty face, her gentle personality, her loving eyes, and these fluttering white feathers. No matter what, she is not... the god of death..."

The corners of Ivy's mouth gradually drooped, she blinked, and slowly lowered her head.

"What time was it when I saw Raphael?"

The familiar feeling of anxiety came over Ivy again.

"Midnight, it's midnight, yes, but is it the first half of the night or the second half of the night?"

Ivy frowned and thought seriously. Her intuition told her that it seemed to be now.

"If Miss Grace is an angel, then she would not do such a thing as offering sacrifice to the devil. Was it Mr. Morris who secretly performed the devil sacrifice? Could it be Ms. Maggie..." Haley continued.

"It can't be Ms. Maggie. She's a nun and an old woman with limited mobility. You see she has trouble walking down the stairs. I'm afraid she can't even lift a knife."

Luke continued where Haley left off and stated his own inference.

Ivy's sense of danger became stronger and stronger. She put Haley down, picked up the pistol that fell aside, and held it tightly with both hands.

"Didn't you notice something wrong? It seemed like we didn't see Ms. Maggie from beginning to end tonight." Haley continued talking to Luke.

"She's sleeping. I can always hear her snoring during her nap."

"But these past few nights, Ms. Maggie's room has always been very quiet, as if she is not there... Today is the same..."

The more Haley spoke, the paler her face became, and Luke's breathing became lighter.

"Didn't Sherlock also say that someone was dissecting a body here just now, but when he heard the noise, he hurriedly hid... Morris's hand was injured, right? Can he do the dissection?"

Ivy looked at the red lines on the body and raised her own questions.

The silence lingered awkwardly between the three of them until it was broken by a slight knock outside the door.

“Ehhhhhhhhhh——”

Haley and Luke screamed in fear and hid behind the platform in the autopsy room with Ivy.

There were constant sounds coming from outside the door, first a large stone was slowly pushed, then there was the rustling of clothes, and finally the creaking of the heavy iron door.

"Come out, I know you are here."

An old voice came from the iron gate, without any emotion.

There was no need to look closely, the person coming was the old nun, Ms. Maggie. Her voice was still hoarse and weak, but it sounded particularly cold and eerie in the silence.

"I discovered you the moment I opened the secret door of the prayer room."

The old nun walked towards them with heavy steps, dragging her steps, which made the three people hiding behind the dissection table shudder.

"I have been in that covered coffin the whole time, listening to you guys talking about love and sex without moving an inch."

"Oh! It makes me sick."

"boom--"

The sound of a gunshot made Ivy's forehead hurt. Haley and Luke hugged each other, trembling.

"If you don't come out, I'll kill this bitch sleeping in the air first."

The hoarse voice rose several notches, and Ivy could hear the anger in her voice.