Operation Red Book

"You are guilty!"

"Bam—"

A loud noise pulled Joshua back into the light from the dark fog.

He suddenly opened his eyes and then raised his head.

The pain in his body disappeared, and Joshua had never felt so relaxed physically and mentally.

Maybe it was because he had a good sleep in the black fog, or maybe it was because the magic power cast by Ms. Bell took effect, or maybe it was a miracle bestowed by fate occasionally...

Joshua arched his body, wanting to stretch after a long absence, but as soon as he stretched out his arms, his head was pressed down by someone.

"Uh--"

My forehead hit the wet ground heavily. I don't know what I touched, but the feeling was just like SpongeBob living in a pineapple under the sea for thirty years.

The wet touch instantly swept through the whole body, mobilizing more sensory organs.

The sour smell of sawdust and cheese rushed into Joshua's nose, and he almost vomited.

The vision gradually became clear, and in the peripheral vision, a blue sky was reflected, followed by the sound of waves at the bottom.

The feeling of nausea intensified, and at first he thought it was the salty, musty smell, until he saw the brown and yellow wooden boards undulating with the waves.

The brown and blue are divided into two parts, and the boundary line is the edge of the wooden board.

After thinking for three seconds, Joshua realized that he was on the wooden board that was floating on the waves.

Isn't that seasickness? Joshua's face gradually turned pale, and a wave of nausea rose in his throat again.

"Don't act rashly before you understand the environment you are in, otherwise you will get hurt."

Suddenly, I heard Moriarty's voice in my ears, a familiar whisper.

“This is the space of consciousness created by Beatrice de Popa.”

Joshua immediately began to dry heave upon hearing this. He closed his eyes in despair, his tone helpless and with a hint of tears.

"Still coming? Isn't it tiring for her to create so many consciousness spaces?"

"It doesn't matter. It's just a matter of one sentence. Before we met you, we had already disintegrated three worlds. The first was Archimedes, the second was Little Red Riding Hood, and the third was... Never mind. It's disgusting."

"Three worlds? Sorry, I just got pulled in from reality... But, how can it be so easy to pass it with just one sentence?"

"I don't understand it either, but it is indeed much simpler than the world where the witch appeared. You will know if you experience it yourself. I personally think it is very crudely made..."

"Think about her shallow and ignorant mind, and her arrogant and conceited personality. She is exactly the same as the famous beauty in Hubei."

Jacob's voice came from the other side of Joshua. His tone was light, but a hundred times more cruel than the most poisonous snake in South America.

"We can do this easily thanks to Mr. Moriarty's clever brain." Alexander added silently from behind.

"That's right, Mr. Moriarty can always solve those strange puzzles easily!" Thomas moved to Joshua's side without him knowing.

"It turns out that it's not that the world is simple, but that Mr. Moriarty is too smart..." Joshua murmured with a faint smile.

But even so, Joshua still didn't understand why Beatrice created so many consciousness spaces.

Was it just to complete the Hell Project's targets? Or was it to wear down people's consciousness and patience? Was it to make it easier for her to harvest souls quietly?

Ah! Could it be that she did this just to make up the word count, like the little-known beauty from Hubei?