Operation Red Book

“What should I do…what should I do…”

Joshua huddled in the corner, his hair a mess.

The black-framed glasses had long since slipped off, soaked through with tears, and two buttons on the collar had been torn off, revealing red marks shaped like finger prints.

He clutched his shoulders tightly, his nails digging into the folds of fabric.

The thick eyelashes had long been blurred by the falling tears, the flaxen eyeballs became hazy and faint, and the entire eyeball was filled with spider-web-like red blood vessels.

Clear tears slowly slid down from the red corners of the eyes and flowed all the way to the trembling corners of the lips.

Joshua's whole body was shaking violently. He twitched his wet nose and kept muttering to himself.

He is afraid and anxious. He is afraid of losing his partners in the 21st century and anxious about his own helplessness.

"She was framed by someone who wanted her dead..."

"Who did Miss Ivy offend?"

"Mrs. Emerson? She fainted in Mrs. Emerson's bedroom..."

"It can't be the Emerson family. Mrs. Emerson just wanted to use Ivy to gain attention from the upper class, and her goal has been achieved. Ivy is now being hated by everyone, so isn't it unnecessary to make her disappear?"

"Now is not the time to look for criminals!"

Bell suddenly raised her voice, her brows furrowed, and her white dress fluttered slowly in the breeze.

"The question now is how to wake Miss Ivy up!"

"There is no way. Half of the energy of this little porcelain has been absorbed by the consciousness space..."

Professor White said helplessly. He applied a bottle of pungent ointment on Ivy's dense blood holes, temporarily stopping the continuous flow of blood.

"Consciousness space is not my research area. It is something from the underworld. Only the underworld can find a solution..."

"Who said that."

The charming tone interrupted Professor White. Beatrice stared at him, with indescribable pride and rebellion in her eyes.

"Usol's crystals have been taken away by the god of death. What else can you do?"

"It's not difficult to enter the consciousness space, the difficult part is how to get out of the consciousness space..."

Beatrice stretched out her hand, and a wand surrounded by white light slowly appeared in the air.

"Fortunately, I have a trick up my sleeve."

"Wait, this wand, why does it look so familiar..." Professor White said in surprise.

"Where did you steal it from?"

"My friend gave it to me specially."

"Your friend is the Grim Reaper?"

"I have a friend who is a demon!"

"you……"

"Shut up! I want to go in and talk to this little girl..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Beatrice tapped Ivy's forehead with her empty wand.

She looked serious and moved cautiously, as if she was feeding goldfish in a pond.

Fluorescent white light poured out from the magic wand one after another, like long-tailed meteors or swimming cutlassfish.

White light continuously penetrated into Ivy's body, lifting her up.

Soft light surged at the edge like white waves, Ivy's limbs stretched out in the air, and her outline gradually became blurred.

The white light also lingered around Beatrice. She was lifted up into the air. She looked calm as usual, but she closed her eyes.

Unconsciously, the white lights of the two people gradually connected together, like a chain that was already connected at both ends.

To others, they seemed to be floating up and down in a bubble surrounded by white light, their black hair swaying like seaweed, and their outstretched arms as light as jellyfish.

"I saw……"

Beatrice said softly, the layers of voices seemed to come from another world.

"It is indeed the highest level of consciousness space. Every blade of grass and every tree is so real..."

No one interrupted Beatrice, in fact, everyone held their breath.

They waited slowly, as if waiting for an operation that would never end.

"It's beautiful here...very dreamy...just like in those French paintings..."

"Castle, I saw a castle... and countless flowers..."

"Blue roses... pink roses... baby's breath... lily of the valley... irises..."

"Blue roses, all here are blue roses..."

"What is this? What are you doing... a wedding? Tomorrow is the lord's wedding? With whom..."

"The lakeside... the water is so clear, but... where is my pretty face? Why is it not reflected in the water..."

"She was there, I saw her... She looked exactly like the child lying on the bed, a little girl as beautiful as a gardenia..."

"I saw her basking in the sun on the grass... The sun was shining brightly, but it didn't shine on her face, what a pity..."

"Hola...little girl...you..."

"The wind is blowing... Hey... Don't blow me away... The grass is being uprooted..."

"Who! Who's behind the tree!"

Beatrice's expression changed in an instant, and her breathing suddenly became unusually strong, as if she had seen some huge beast.

"Who is in the lake... who is in the flowers... who is in the sky... who is on the other side of me... who is behind me... who is beside me... who... who! Who is it! Who are you!"

"Beatrice!"

Professor White grabbed Beatrice's swinging arms and shouted Beatrice's name loudly, trying to get her to come back.

"Ahhhhhhh-"

Beatrice suddenly screamed, she closed her eyes tightly, and indulged in an endless nightmare.

“No! No! Aaaaaaaaah!”

Beatrice struggled violently, and Bell rushed forward, shouting at Beatrice together with Professor White.

"Uh!"

Suddenly, Beatrice stopped shouting. She raised her head high, and the blue veins on her neck were all exposed, throbbing on her skin covered with sweat.

"Beatrice! Beatrice! Can you hear me!"

Bell shook Beatrice's shoulders frantically and shouted in her ear.

"Her neck... has a bloody hole..."

Professor White's eyes were blank, as if his spirit had been drained by an unknown spirit. He backed away little by little, and only stopped when he reached the window.

“Lord-blooded ghost… … ”

He was stiff and mumbling to himself.

The fear deep in his memory was aroused again. Professor White breathed heavily and no longer had any strength.

"Whitey, are you okay?"

Victor strode up to Professor White and patted him gently on the shoulder.

"Drink some hot tea."

White reached out to take the tea handed to him by Victor, but he could never bring it to his purple lips.

Beatrice's mouth was wide open and her eyes had already rolled back completely white.

She clenched her fists in pain, and the white light surrounding her body flowed faster and faster.

“Ka… cough…”

"Beatrice!"

At the critical moment, Joshua appeared from nowhere.

He pushed Bell away, causing her to collide with Holmes in the distance.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Bell..."

Joshua whispered an apology, then raised his knife and cut off the light connecting Beatrice and Ivy without any hesitation.

"Heh-"

The moment the light was cut off, Ivy and Beatrice fell from the air at the same time.

The white light lingering around the two of them quickly floated back into the wand like a school of fish being scattered.

When the last ray of white light disappeared, the whites of Beatrice's eyes finally revealed some luster in her pupils.

"The Soul-Locking Sword. Ms. Bell used this to rescue us."

Joshua explained, handing the Soul Locking Knife to Moriarty behind him.

"How are you?"

Bell grabbed the transparent potion on the bedside table and poured it carefully into Beatrice's slightly open lips.

After waiting for a few seconds, Beatrice slowly regained her breath and life. The corners of her mouth were trembling, and she looked terrified.

"It's him... the vampire lord... Lord Leon... that's him..."

Beatrice spoke incoherently, but the others couldn't quite hear her.

“Do you speak English?” inquired Holmes.

"Shut up, things are getting worse!" Bell shouted angrily.

"That's a vampire that has only lived for a few thousand years. It's very dangerous, and we can't take risks lightly..."

"How can we save her?" Victor asked briefly.

"Someone needs to go into the consciousness space, find the place to escape, and bring the little girl out..."

Beatrice paused, blood dripping slowly from her neck.

"The question is... who's going?"

"I go."

Joshua's voice was hoarse, and his whole body exuded a depressed atmosphere, with several tear marks still shining on his face.