Operation Red Book

"Anyway, what I learned is that the witch and Ms. Bell were originally close friends, but some misunderstandings occurred between the two, and they fell out because of it."

"The witch is targeting Ms. Bell and those around her - that's us."

"us?"

Thomas shuddered and gripped Alexander's fingers a little tighter.

“More than that.” Joshua’s face darkened. “The scope may be even larger… According to my personal guess…”

Joshua suddenly shuddered: "Mr. Moriarty, you can explore the London Bridge mass suicide case in a new direction."

He turned to look at Moriarty and found that the same emotion was flowing in their eyes.

"Why?" Bell's voice was trembling and hesitant.

"I still don't understand what happened. I don't know her. Why did she want to harm me and the people around me..."

"This is also a question worth thinking about." Joshua turned his head and continued.

"The witch hates you to the core. She is very angry that you left without saying goodbye."

"According to her, Ms. Bell, you ignored her and everyone noticed her except you..."

"That's Ridiculous!" Bell yelled. "I've never seen anyone from Latin America, either in the United States or in the United Kingdom!"

"Impossible, Bell." Moriarty's light blue eyes flashed with a cold gleam.

"When I met you today, you had just come out of the Freesia Cafe, and Ms. Poppa was sitting in the corner by the window."

"Today's freesia? There's nothing special about it, there are just a lot of people. There are so many people that I can hardly squeeze out!"

"Of course not! Just as she said, everyone in Stair Lane came for her. She is right under your nose. It is impossible for you not to notice anything."

"I'm very busy. I don't have time to pay attention to so many things..." Bell turned his head away angrily.

"It is no exaggeration to say that the lady's presence is the focus of the entire Stair Alley. If you look at her for just a few more times, you will..." Moriarty argued with Bell incessantly.

Suddenly, there was a faint tug at the corner of clothes. It was Joshua who was kneeling beside him.

A cold wind blew, and the air around became colder without anyone noticing.

The golden hair gently brushed across Moriarty's eyes. In just a blink of an eye, a ball of black suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision, silently.

"Everything is normal, I didn't notice anyone special..."

Bell's tone was a little impatient, and she responded aggressively, not noticing the quietly changing atmosphere.

"Ms. Bell, can't you see?"

Thomas' voice trembled, and he slowly raised his trembling finger and pointed forward.

"What happened there?"

Bell looked at the empty window and didn't notice anything wrong.

The men's eyes had different expressions, horror, disgust, confusion...

They all looked at the same place - at the window of Johns' newspaper office.

"Hola..."

The familiar and charming voice sounded like rain and fog, increasing the speed at which the cold air penetrated into the pores.

Joshua looked straight at Bell, who was rolling her eyes around. She obviously didn't hear anything, and certainly didn't see anyone who shouldn't be there.

"It's like this again... Everyone noticed me except her, only her... Bell Cruz..."