Operation Red Book

The night tonight is exceptionally dark, so dark that it is endless and has no boundaries.

There are only a few stars, scattered across the sky and dim, while those closer to the moon are a bit more sparkling.

The moon is cold, like a small daisy growing on the edge of a cliff, silent and quiet, as if waiting for the arrival of God.

The moonlight shines on the world, but the world and the mountains only respond with silence and darkness. Occasionally, a few small orange lights light up, and occasionally a few soft snoring sounds are heard.

The crescent moon became much colder; it hung with its head drooped, lonely in the center of the darkness.

The sky is big, the moon is small...London is big, the pupil is small...

The yellow-green color replaced the boundless night sky, and the vertical black pupils replaced the melancholy crescent moon.

The sight of the lone moon in the sky was perfectly reflected in the black cat's one eye. It looked up quietly, and the moonlight responded quietly.

"Meow--"

The black cat uttered a short, soft meow.

Its ears moved and it stuck out its tongue to lick its pink paws.

When I finished washing up, the moon had quietly moved to another position.

The black cat stretched lazily and jumped lightly over several roofs.

The black cat seemed to be familiar with the environment of the residential building. It stretched out its agile body and squatted down in front of the only lighted window.

"Meow meow--"

It gently called the dark shadow by the window, walked gracefully over the windowsill, and rubbed its head against the big wheat-colored hands affectionately.

"Bae, why do you have a dog paw mark on your head?"

Beatrice scratched the black cat's head with two fingers, gently brushing away the dust on its head.

"Meow--"

The black cat let out a long, dissatisfied cry, and its yellow-green eyes turned across the street.

Beatrice raised the wizard hat that was blocking her vision and looked in the direction the cat's head was facing.

Next to the street lamp across the street, a cluster of warm yellow light illuminated the body of a white dog.

The white dog opened its mouth wide, the flesh and blood in its eye sockets were turned out, and its white fur was stained with blood, making it look extremely miserable.

Flies flew over the bloodstains and landed in the dog's mouth, where countless flies lived. Through the gaps between the wings, Beatrice could see the pair of black pupils filled with resentment.

"Good girl, my good girl..."

Beatrice raised the corner of her mouth, while the black cat continued to close its eyes, stretching its neck to enjoy the human's touch, and a satisfied "purr" sound came out of its nose.

"Ms. Beatrice de Poppa, what brings you to SCO again?"

Moriarty stood in front of everyone, and his tone of inquiry was very cold.

Beatrice is still beautiful, and the black tasseled dress further highlights her mysterious witch temperament.

The moonlight shines on the black rose in the dark corner, illuminating not only the beauty of the flower, but also the thorns hidden under the petals.

Except for Bell, who knew nothing, everyone else in SCO was already prepared.

Joshua's entire body was wrapped in bandages, but even so, he still held the lightsaber firmly in his hand, watching the witch's movements on one hand and worrying about Ivy on the hospital bed on the other.

Beatrice didn't seem to take SCO seriously. She teased the black cat's tail, and the atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.

"After I left Bell Cruz, I went to Mexico, and the night I set foot on that land, I met this little guy."

The black cat squatted beside Beatrice's hand, its vine-like tail swinging back and forth in the air.

"It was very small, wet, with only one eye open. It was lying in a cardboard box, floating down the river with a large piece of garbage."

"It kept chirping, just like a grasshopper on a summer night, which was annoying... I had no choice but to overturn the cardboard box..."

"You didn't answer my question."

Moriarty had his hands behind his back, with a dagger shining coldly visible from his sleeves.

"How rude! It was my spiritual support during those dark days, because..."

The witch sighed deeply, reached out and slapped the black cat off the windowsill.

The shrill cat cry and the falling of heavy objects stimulated everyone's hearts. The breathing sounds in the room suddenly became heavier, and so did the "crackling" sound of anger burning in their hearts.

Beatrice held her head with one hand, her smile like the strongest poison in Colombia.

"Because... this little guy can't be killed..."

Just as she finished her words, a pitch-black cat head popped out from her arms, its single yellow-green eye revealing full of pride and contempt.

"A cat just fell down and then came back?" Bell said in confusion, pointing at the window.

"That cat is awesome! Can we get it into the SCO? Why are you looking at me like that?"

The look Jacob gave him was really unfriendly. Bell frowned at first, then he suddenly realized.

"Could that cat be a witch?"

"Bell, Bell... You are still the same as always, inadvertently angering me..." The witch's eyes suddenly became sharp, "I really want to kill you right now!"

A chill ran down his spine, and Joshua knew she wasn't joking.