Operation Red Book

"I know we still have many problems to face, things like this and that, too numerous to count and too much to do..."

Victor sat steadily in the middle of the room, with three uninvited guests in front of him and Holmes and Moriarty behind him.

Joshua was lying quietly on the hospital bed. On his left was Ivy, who was also motionless as before.

"But I'm used to trouble and having my own opinions."

Victor spoke calmly. Maybe it was because of his accent, but the room felt a little cold and damp.

"Time is very tight. This volume has more than 80 chapters and there are still so many unresolved issues. I am really a little anxious."

"So, Professor White and Lord Death, please be patient and let us deal with this lady's little problem first..."

Beatrice became visibly nervous, and she shrank behind Professor White, looking like a giant Brazilian tortoise.

Victor paused, he looked in Beatrice's direction, his icy eyes were devoid of any emotion.

"Miss Beatrice, please plead guilty."

"I do not!"

"I'm sorry, dear Mr. Victor, I haven't used the teleporting flame for a long time, so it took me a long time to get here..."

Professor White showed his two rows of white teeth in a flattering manner. He placed his right hand on his left chest and nodded to Victor.

"Can I first explain to everyone the crimes committed by my little Beatrice?"

"She broke into the SCO and injured five members of the SCO. Although it had nothing to do with the general public, it did threaten the safety of public officials."

"Oh! my dear Victor, it's just children playing!"

White laughed, shook his white hair, and took off the exquisite crown.

"Look, this! Little Beatrice's favorite thing to play is house. I often play the Prince Charming in Snow White... It's classic, isn't it?"

"It was just a normal fight. The kid didn't use enough force and hurt your members. Or you mean..."

Professor White threw the crown to Victor. The gems on the crown collided with the bricks of the floor, making a crisp sound.

"You SCO are only capable of this. You can't even beat a little witch who hasn't even graduated yet."

"So you admit that she compromised the guards directly under Queen Victoria?"

"How can you say that? What Victoria, Elizabeth, Margaret... We wizards only know the great wizard Merlin..."

"Professor White."

"Listen, this is just a game. They have nothing to lose, and they haven't lost their lives."

Professor White's smile suddenly dropped, he spread out his hands, his blue eyes full of toughness and stubbornness.

"I understand the misunderstanding here and the current situation."

"Well, I'm Beatrice's guardian. I'll take her back and educate her properly. Beatrice will apologize to you, but I will never hand her over to you..."

"It's a pity that you can't interfere with the decisions of Scotland Yard and the London court."

As soon as Professor White finished speaking, Holmes stood up with his hands in his trouser pockets and a very serious expression.

"Pardon?" Professor White said with only one corner of his mouth.

"I wonder if you've paid attention to the London Bridge mass suicide incident in the newspapers."

"I'm sorry, but you can't expect a wizard to read London's entertainment weekly from the top of the Alps."

"The police found several bodies of people who committed suicide by jumping into the Thames downstream. After investigation, it was found that the main culprit was the charming Latin American woman behind you."

Holmes slowly raised his hand and pointed at Beatrice, who was avoiding his gaze.

"This woman came to London from Mexico a month ago and often hunts drunk people on the streets at midnight."

"She seduced those people with her body or words, controlled their consciousness with despicable means, and then led them step by step into the abyss of the rapids."

"What nonsense..." Professor White said through gritted teeth.

"You said he was a witch, that would be even simpler, casting a spell without them noticing, putting them in those painful hallucinations..."

"Consciousness space..." Joshua replied in a trance.

"Yeah, those weird things you wizards use."

Holmes described it vividly, a smile of triumph gradually appearing on his face.

"Wait a minute... How do you know Beatrice is the suspect? You've never had any contact with her? I, I just saw the relevant report yesterday..."

Moriarty's face turned a little blue, his expression was stiff, and his eyes looked straight at Holmes.

"Of course I found out through my research. Otherwise, guess why you saw the headline of that news article hidden in the tabloid?"

Holmes said proudly, and his black face, which was tired from work, finally showed some vitality.

"Hurry up and pack your bags for Naples, James!"

"Why are you doing this, Beatrice?"

Professor White was a little nervous, and his already pale face became even paler.

"She wants their souls," Moriarty said slowly.

"soul?"

"She works for those demons in Hell."

"Hell...Soul...Satan!"

Professor White turned around with an incredible look on his face. He grabbed Beatrice's shoulders and spoke in a hurried tone.

"How did you end up in hell? That's Satan! How can a little witch like you easily control him?"

Beatrice seemed to have tears in the corners of her eyes. She moved her lips several times, and finally turned her head away: "It's none of your business..."

"You are crazy!"

"I said it's none of your business!"

"you!"

"Actually, hell and Satan aren't that scary..."

The purple-clad Grim Reaper finally had some sense of presence. He slowly played with the crown in his hand, occasionally picking between his teeth with the tip of the crown.

“Hehehe! Although I haven’t seen it with my own eyes, but I heard from Uriel that Satan is much friendlier than those annoying demons hehehe!”

"Besides, this little witch is very powerful. I heard that she came here for five years and failed tens of thousands of times before she finally stole the amethyst from Ursol's horn!"

"Hehehe! Little witch is really persistent. Old pudding Uriel mentions you from time to time! You are awesome!"

Everyone else in the room frowned, except for Ivy who was unconscious and Victor who had a cold and frozen expression.

"Respected Lord Death, may I ask why you are here?"

"Me? Hehehehehehe!"

Raphael immediately straightened his posture, put his hands on his hips, and his tone was rarely inflected.

"Uriel asked me to bring back the amethyst! He said Ursol was in a bad mood lately and couldn't even eat a midnight snack!"

"I won't give it back! I got it with my own ability!" Beatrice clenched her fists quietly.

"Oh! No way! If I hadn't given the entire Judgment Point sleeping pills, do you think you could have escaped Ursol's big claws!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Okay! Give it back to me! Uriel has been worried for days. It's good of you to return the toy to its original owner!"

Raphael stretched out a large, bony hand toward Beatrice, his five blackened fingertips moving deftly.

"I won't give it back! It's mine!"

"Give it back to her! Beatrice de Poppa!"

"Put her in jail first!"

"You are not allowed to detain people at will!"

"She is a criminal with a criminal record."

"Don't hit my hand hehehehehehe!"

"You pervert! Get out of here!"

"Beatrice! Watch your words and actions!"

"Solve the London Bridge case first! I want to take a vacation with James!"

"It's up to you, just get rid of all the trouble first."

"Ahhh! The little witch bit my hand!"

"What are you arguing about?"

Bell's steady and gentle voice sounded at the door, interrupting the noise in the ward like a gong.

"The patient needs to rest quietly. Anyone who wants to make noise should go away."

Bell had a stern face and quickly glanced around the ward, during which he met several pairs of eyes.

She took a deep breath and walked towards the window.

The sun jumped out from the dark clouds, instantly illuminating the quiet earth. The bright sunlight shone through the window unscrupulously, casting several shadows on the off-white floor.

Beatrice pretended that her eyes were blinded by the glaring sunlight. She blinked rapidly and lowered her head deeply.

"Why are you hiding? I'm not going to eat you."

Beatrice was stunned as she heard the words she had been waiting for for who knows how long. She raised her eyes and looked at the witch in white in front of her.

"I'm just a little curious...Have we met somewhere before?"