Operation Red Book

"I, I actually had a conversation with my future self last night, just like Harry Potter and Tom Riddle..."

Joshua had a sad face as he flipped through the red book, but the blank page was the same as usual, with no trace on it.

"You are dreaming."

Ivy crossed her arms, frowned slightly, and tapped her white leather shoes quickly on the floor.

Today, Bofu beat up an American with dishonest hands and feet in Shisanfang, causing Ivy to be dragged back by Mr. Zhu's carriage just after she arrived at 221-B Baker Street.

Mr. Zhu and some people in charge went to the dock. They didn't know what happened that prevented him from leaving, so they urgently called Ivy back.

To put it bluntly, it was to be Bofu's translator and clean up the mess.

Ivy was already very depressed by being suddenly notified to work overtime. She was also annoyed by Bofu's idea of ​​killing her if they disagreed with her. She was even more furious when the American troublemaker said that Queen Victoria should get rid of the evil.

She simply called Scotland Yard, and regardless of the fact that the American was a wealthy man worth tens of thousands, she tied him up and threw him out of the Chinese market in front of several British sheriffs.

That’s not all. Ivy also hired a painter to post a portrait at the entrance of the Chinese area, with the words “This person and dog are not allowed to enter” written in clear capital English below.

After learning the news, Bo Fu, who was very careful with his words, praised Ivy highly. There was no news from Mr. Zhu, but Ivy didn't want to wait any longer.

After this emotional fluctuation, she was already dizzy and the stone pavement under her feet was double.

She declined Bofu's invitation to meet up at Shisanfang and rode as fast as she could back to 221-B Baker Street.

I don’t know why, but Ivy has been feeling very tired lately, with headaches and weakness all the time.

At first she thought she had caught a cold and believed Mr. Zhu's sweet words. She took Chinese medicine that "cured all diseases" for three days in a row.

But instead of feeling better, Ivy became more and more tired.

After returning to 221-B Baker Street, she ran into Joshua, who looked very excited, before she could even sit down.

He claimed that he had a conversation with his future self last night. Although he didn't get any useful information out of it, it was at least a breakthrough point worth studying.

"I, I, I can't write anymore! I was able to write normally yesterday!"

Joshua kept drawing lines on the red book with a crying voice.

The ink slid from the rough paper onto the table like pearls that had broken off the string.

"If we can't write it, then we can't write it. At least we know this method doesn't work. We can think of other ways."

Ivy felt her consciousness was a little dazed, her lips turned pale, and she leaned her body against the wooden cabinet beside her.

"I'm sorry, Ivy, I, I, I..."

Joshua threw away the quill in his hand, lowered his head in grievance, and sobbed.

"I, I asked him...whether we would go back, and, and, and whether we would become friends in the end...he said yes and no, and I didn't know what to ask..."

Joshua twisted his fingers together, the volume of his voice rivaling that of a mosquito in winter.

After a while, he still didn't hear Ivy's response, which made him even more anxious.

"Student Ivy, I know I am not qualified to be your friend. I apologize to you. Please don't be angry...Student Ivy?"

Joshua anxiously explained as he turned around, only to find that Ivy was no longer in the house.

Did he just talk to himself for a long time? Joshua blinked twice, expressing his confusion.

The door of the room was half closed. Joshua walked over and looked in. After confirming that the living room on the second floor was empty, he sighed slowly and gently closed the door.

"When did Ivy leave? She didn't even tell me when she left. She wasn't like this before. Does she hate me now?"

Joshua muttered to himself with a gloomy face, dragged his feet towards the wooden table in front of the window, and blew out the flickering green flame in a huff.

He didn't think much about it, just sighed heavily and turned to walk towards the bed.

It wasn't until one leg was over the edge of the bed that Joshua noticed the change in the color of the flame.

The moonlight that poured into the room gradually dimmed. Joshua suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and his pupils trembled. He saw a head slowly rising above his own shadow.

"She went back before you said you weren't worthy of being her friend. She looked very bad and tired."

Accompanied by the cold moonlight, a clear and magnetic voice sounded behind Joshua.

The voice was clear and bright, with a faint sense of oppression, which showed that the two people were very close.

Thinking of this, Joshua instantly got goose bumps on the back of his head.

Joshua turned around suddenly, but before he could see clearly, he was frightened by an olive-colored figure and took a few steps back. He lost his balance and fell on the bed.

"It's really you..."

After seeing the visitor's appearance, Joshua's face turned pale and his voice trembled.

Dorian stood in front of the window, his back to the cold, hard moon, his eyes glowing dangerously red.