Operation Red Book

Beatrice tilted her head, and the vertical black seaweed did not tilt as her head turned.

"When?"

She spoke slowly, and the black mist in her eyes seemed to have faded a lot.

"From the very beginning, from the moment I pulled back Mr. Jacob who was about to jump from the building."

"A long time ago... a long, long time ago..."

Even though the witch's face was covered with deep and shallow wrinkles, Joshua could still see her brows slowly furrowing.

"How?"

Beatrice continued to ask, and the long sword that her arm turned into began to shorten gradually.

"It's two o'clock in the afternoon, ma'am. The British will start enjoying afternoon tea at this time."

"I really don't understand this. In Colombia, a group of thieves will be beheaded at the bridge at 2 o'clock in the afternoon."

“Stair Lane is located in a prosperous area of ​​London, especially the corner where our newspaper office is located.”

"At two o'clock in the afternoon, a large number of pedestrians will flock to the street, one-third of them are there to drink coffee, and two-thirds are there to chat with friends..."

"So I will go to church half an hour earlier. God likes a quiet holy place with fewer chattering people," Jacob interjected.

"When I pulled Mr. Jacob back from the window, I caught a glimpse of the street outside. It was empty, with no one there..."

"Yes, I found it when I was about to jump."

"So this afternoon is very quiet, very, very quiet, this is an abnormal situation, do you understand?"

"Yes, it's very quiet. I noticed it from the moment you walked in."

Jacob kept his hands stiff in an awkward position, but he still spoke arrogantly.

Unfortunately, no one at the scene paid attention to his arrogance.

Joshua stared at Beatrice opposite him, and the back of his shirt was already soaked with sweat.

After his explanation, the scary witch slowly returned to her original state.

After witnessing the Latin witch's transformation with his own eyes, Joshua could no longer look directly at that head of shiny black curly hair.

"It's not easy to create a new world." Beatrice said with some grievance, "It was just a small mistake that we didn't expect..."

"But the world you created is much more than just this one little mistake."

Joshua lowered his head, his voice also sounding aggrieved, and it was unclear whether he was pretending or it was just his personality.

He twisted the bottom button of his shirt, and the button, which had been loose for a long time, broke off after a few twists.

The button rolled several times on the floor, paused at the edge for a few seconds, and then rolled straight into the abyss.

“There’s still no sound…” Joshua muttered, “Because it’s flat ground.”

Joshua took a few steps forward and reached his hand straight into the darkness.

"It's just an ordinary trick."

When the left hand that had disappeared in the darkness reappeared, the vertical-striped button with thread ends appeared intact in Joshua's palm.

"How did you know that?" Beatrice frowned.

"It's too crude. From my perspective, it looks like a piece of black cloth. It's not even as good as the toad picture drawn by an eight-year-old child."

As Moriarty poured tea and mended the knife, Beatrice's face instantly turned purple and green.

"It's just a small mistake, but you went a bit too far in setting up Ivy," Joshua continued.

"I immediately checked on Ivy's condition and found that she was not breathing. I must admit that my heart stopped beating at that moment."

"I tried to use CPR to save her, but as soon as I lifted the blanket from her, I realized her neck had turned to rubber."

"Since you are going to use rubber to replace the unconscious patient, please be consistent next time. Ivy has ears and eyelashes."

"Huh...Huh...You, you and that yellow rock candy guy are birds of a feather."

Beatrice was obviously angry. Her skin was no longer the healthy wheat color, but had patches of purple here and light green there, like crushed rainbow candy.

"Oh! Such an elegant word is actually associated with rock sugar. Shakespeare's coffin will not be able to hold it down."

Moriarty snorted coldly and echoed Joshua, saying that he still couldn't stand being called rock sugar.

"Also, the documents and envelopes on the table are blank. Please respect the fruits of our labor..."

"Mr. Alexander grows succulent plants. Succulent plants are different from cacti. Succulent plants do not have thorns all over their bodies..."

"Mr. Jacob doesn't put anything next to his Bible. He is a Christian and won't watch... um... porn of witches and priests."

"You witch! Take that evil thing away from God's will! Take it away!"

Jacob suddenly went crazy, but his arms were still firmly fixed by an invisible force, so he had to kick his legs forward hard.

"So! So! You said all this just to blame me for my mistakes and say that I'm such a bad witch that even a Komodo dragon won't use my fingers to brush its teeth, right?"

"No one wants to brush their teeth with someone else's fingers... Sorry, I just told you about the unusual things I found..."

Joshua waved his hands and stepped back repeatedly, and Beatrice's form changed horribly again.

She was so angry that her already delicate little nose became bigger than the white flag of French surrender.

"Finally! The last anomaly..."

"I don't know if you've noticed, but your face is starting to melt."