Operation Red Book

Joshua's face became visibly red, the dizzy feeling disappeared, and he felt that his limbs and joints were full of strength.

"It turns out that the way to break the barrier is not to point out the loopholes in this world, but to break your defense! Ahem…"

Joshua smiled coldly. The blood in his nose had already coagulated. A dry and sour feeling came over him, and he inevitably choked several times.

"Why don't you talk to Ms. Bell in person? I always share my feelings with Ivy, and she always accepts them. It feels really good."

"Why should I meet her and let her ignore me for no reason again?"

"Why not give it a try?"

"Have I not tried?"

"Have you ever tried it?"

"Of course! No less than hundreds of times, no less than thousands of times!"

Beatrice was somewhat out of control; her voice became as sharp as a trumpet and her wheat-colored skin melted as fast as running water.

"When she was in California, when she was in Ireland, when she climbed the Alps, when she dived in the Aegean Sea..."

"When she was growing mandrakes, when she was making blueberry jam, when she was sleeping in the dark under the bridge, when she was flying over Big Ben on her broomstick... I was there, I was by her side..."

Beatrice covered her face and cried, her falling tears turned into black mist, which rose straight up and penetrated into her seaweed-like black hair.

"From California to Australia to Europe, I spent a whole year trying to get her to pay attention to me, but she always treated me as if I didn't exist. I didn't understand what I did wrong, and she was never willing to tell me why."

"A whole year...?" Joshua was a little dazed, as if a stone was pressing on his heart, and his eyes were also filled with pain.

"Until one day, she was walking down a street in Serbia and a gust of wind blew her hat off."

"She stopped and turned around. She must have seen me behind her. She walked towards me, her eyes sparkling. She came closer and closer, and I could smell the scent of grass on her body..."

"I was very nervous but also very happy. She stopped in front of me and I smiled and tremblingly reached out my hand to her..."

"But she passed me by, bent down, picked up the hat that I had blocked, patted it, turned around, and continued walking in the wind..."

The witch's eyes became moist, and a steady stream of black mist emerged from them. Her standing curls became darker and darker, like ink that had been ground for thousands of years.

"Love and hate are just a moment. At that moment, I realized how much I hated Bell Cruz. Because of her, I lost myself. Because of her, I gave up my self-esteem."

"I stood in the wind, and for the first time I stopped my steps, watching her getting farther and farther away from me, watching her disappear into the hurried crowd."

"I turned around and left, and in the smallest tavern in Serbia, I spent the night with the whitest-skinned bartender, reveling in the music..."

"I think Ms. Bell is somewhat wronged. She may have her own difficulties..." Joshua said bluntly, "You have been following her for so long. Isn't this what you deserve?"

"Shut up! You little brat who doesn't understand women's feelings!" The witch's eyes flashed with flames again.

"Haha! Haha! If you die in my barrier, your soul in reality will also be confiscated by the God of Death! You should worry about whether you can get out first!"

Beatrice's head had melted halfway. She held Joshua's neck with one hand, and the other hand quickly turned into a sharp blade.

"From the moment I woke up in this world, I have been thinking about one question - where did everyone else go except me?" Joshua's voice was unusually calm.

"Hahahaha! You must not have noticed! In fact, they are very, very close to you!"

"I really didn't notice it when I was being tortured by you, but you were too arrogant and took the initiative to expose their location."

"Hmm?" The witch's blade stopped in mid-air. "When? How did you find out?"

"When you turned me over with your kick...it was just a trick. There are only a few places to hide people."

"Besides, they're right behind you."

Joshua curled the corners of his mouth and looked behind the witch's face.

A layer of white film reflected the figures of Moriarty and the other two one after another, and the figures inside were beating the thin white film hard.

It was a big bulge hanging from the ceiling. It would get bigger and fall down every once in a while, as if someone was blowing air into it.

"How could this be... Who has broken into my world? My face! Is this world going to melt? Ah——"

Before the witch pulled the wand out of the air beside her, the white film expanded rapidly at double the speed.

The moment the white film touches the bottom, an almost transparent liquid gushes out from the white film.

The liquid surged like ocean waves, washing away the half-melted witch, Joshua who had his eyes closed, and the entire Johns newspaper office.