Operation Red Book

"Long time no see, Joshua..."

Belle hugged Joshua tightly, her tears overflowing from her red eyes, sparkling in the setting sun.

"Oh my god, look at the injuries you have... Jacob and Alexander told me about it, and I was very sad to hear about what happened to you."

Bell pulled Moriarty over as well. She pursed her lips and looked up and down at the two of them, her eyes trembling uncontrollably.

"Come in quickly. We still have a lot of medicine left from treating the two of them this morning."

Bell opened the door behind him and raised the corner of his mouth to make an inviting gesture to the two of them.

The space inside the building is not as cramped as it looks from the outside.

It feels like you have stepped into Doctor Who's time machine "TARDIS". Although it looks like just a shabby telephone booth, the contents inside are very interesting.

Bell's building is not as exaggerated as the "TARDIS", but Joshua was still stunned for a moment when he first saw it when he entered the door.

The first floor should be Bell's studio. In the middle of the room stands a large purple crucible, in which is boiling a pot of unknown liquid with green bubbles.

Green bubbles gurgled out from the center of the crucible and suddenly burst when they grew to the size of a bowl.

A cannon shot blasted out from the green bubble, followed by a cluster of colorful fireworks.

There were two large tables on the left and right of the crucible, filled with potion bottles of various sizes and shapes.

The transparent ones were placed on the left, and the ones filled with liquid were placed on the other side.

An entire wall was covered with bookcases, with words running all over the place, exactly the same as what Joshua had seen in another cabin.

Even after putting on his glasses and looking hard, Joshua could still only understand one familiar word - Magic.

"Strange, Thomas didn't follow you?"

Bell walked in from the door with a large purple flower in her hand.

"He..." Moriarty said calmly, "He would rather stay with another witch."

"Another witch? Is it the one who lives under the banyan tree?"

"It's her."

Joshua pulled the letter out of his pocket and handed it to Bell.

"Mr. Moriarty and I just came over there. She asked us to give you this letter... She also said that it was sprinkled with itching powder..."

Bell paused as she was about to open it, raised her eyebrows, and threw it into the firewood under the crucible.

"Wouldn't you like to open it and take a look?"

Joshua asked with concern as he watched the flames devour the white envelope bit by bit.

"There's nothing interesting to see. It's just the same old content: insects, woods, ponds, rocks... and a bunch of incomprehensible Colombian words..."

Bell replied as he walked towards the opposite wall of the bookcase, which was filled with drawers made of wood.

The drawers are arranged from large to small, looking neat and orderly.

She placed the flowers in the fourth large drawer from the left, which was filled with purple, five-petal flowers.

After updating the numbers on the labels with charcoal, Bell stood up and pounded his back.

"The letter will end up on that pile of firewood anyway, so why not just skip the steps of removing the magic and checking the contents?"

“Today’s content is butterflies…” Joshua whispered.

Unfortunately, Bell had already turned around and was now busy grabbing different herbs.

"Number 266, the dry eye of a toad... a little higher, a little to the left... let me take another look..."

Bell stepped on the automatic sliding ladder, muttering commands.

"It's true that they were exchanging letters. Could it be that Bell could see Beatrice here?" Moriarty whispered to Joshua.

"But Beatrice can't even step over that fence, so they can't meet at all... Besides, judging from what Bell just said, maybe she doesn't even remember those memories with Beatrice," Joshua replied.

The boiling potion created wisps of smoke that blurred Bell's busy figure.

Joshua looked at the blurry figure and planned in his mind how to bring up these things in front of Bell.