Operation Red Book

“Joshua.”

Moriarty continued to call his name.

"Yes, sir..." Joshua tried to suppress the sadness in his tone.

"I found this near you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Joshua felt a cool touch on the palm of his hand.

Round, long, and feels like a flashlight...

He looked down and saw, as he had expected, that it was the lightsaber that Hilda had made especially for him.

The last time Joshua saw his weapon, he was still struggling with Beatrice's magic.

As the spell fell, a dazzling white light enveloped Joshua's entire world.

Perhaps it was at that moment when he lost consciousness that the lightsaber that was used to defend against the enemy slipped out of his hand.

Joshua originally thought that the lightsaber would fall into the real world as his consciousness faded, but the feeling in his hand was so real that it was somewhat contrary to the previous rules of the world.

"How can weapons in reality appear in the consciousness space created by the witch?"

Joshua pressed the switch, and a beam of blue-purple electric light suddenly appeared.

He waved to the right, and a branch broke off, with burnt charcoal still on the cut end.

"I don't know. I'm trying to find out why. These consciousness spaces are indeed different from the ones I saw at Johns' newspaper office before."

Moriarty tugged at his sleeves, and a cold light flashed. Joshua happened to see the source of the cold light, which made him even more puzzled.

"Your dagger?" Joshua asked in confusion, "Wasn't it carried out of the window by the black cat?"

"Hehe... My dagger is a rare item. How could I lose it so easily?"

Moriarty replied with a smile, pointing to Jacob who was walking in front.

Jacob was throwing pebbles out of boredom, the sleeves of his black robe falling to the joints of his forearms as his wrists rose and fell.

"Wow……"

Joshua let out an involuntary cry of surprise. He blinked quickly, and his frown suddenly cleared up.

Dozens of pocket watches were wrapped around Jacob's arms, and the hanging golden chains were looming in the air, leaving several afterimages that attracted Joshua's curious gaze.

"He's very rich, with a whole wardrobe of pocket watches," Moriarty said with a raised eyebrow.

"Then, that broken quartz watch is..."

"Mr. Holmes gave it to him. If it weren't for special circumstances, he would not easily take out his precious pocket watch."

"I just want to say that you should always carry your weapon with you. Even if you are an SCO, your companions will eventually be separated. When you are alone and helpless, your weapon will be your last hope and confidence."

Joshua stared at the iron rod in his hand. For the first time, he felt that this cold piece of iron was so hot, as if it would come alive in the next moment.

"Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Moriarty."

"You're welcome."

Moriarty replied with a smile, but the next moment, those light blue eyes quickly flashed with a hint of vigilance and alertness.

The smile on the corner of his mouth straightened in an instant, and he lowered his voice and spoke solemnly.

"Now, take your weapons and prepare to meet the enemy."

"What?" Joshua's smile, which he had finally managed to raise, suddenly froze on his face.

Moriarty did not reply. He turned his head slowly, and a piece of the hilt of the sword slipped from his sleeve into his palm.

Joshua looked in the direction Moriarty was going. Then, his breath stopped and he quickly pressed the switch of the lightsaber.

The four people in front stopped one after another. Thomas's short legs were trembling with fear. Snow White also covered her mouth and shrank her shoulders in fear.

But they dared not act rashly, because there was a huge monster ahead, blocking their way forward.