Operation Red Book

Silence reigned in the ward of Johns Newspaper Office in Stair Lane.

Ivy and Joshua each occupied a bed and fell into a deep sleep.

A magic wand as tall as a person stood between the two beds. Countless white lights surged out of the magic wand, connecting the two people's worlds.

Under the wand stood a witch dressed in black. She stood her ground, and her hands holding the wand were already shaking slightly.

There were two silvery-white figures standing on each side of the window, one tall and one short, one long and one short.

They waited in silence, their eyes fixed on the connection ceremony without moving even a bit.

Moriarty was standing by the closed wooden door, resting his eyes. After going through so many dangerous events, he needed peace and quiet...

"James!"

Why do things go against our wishes so quickly?

Moriarty opened his eyes impatiently, with a few faint wrinkles between his brows.

Holmes paced back and forth in front of the bed in his brand new leather shoes. The creaking of his shoes and the creaking of the floor kept rising and falling, and it seemed that there was no room for silencing the sound.

"James! James!"

"Why, Mr. Holmes?"

Moriarty rubbed his brows and spoke as softly and calmly as possible.

"It's been five hours, why haven't they come back yet!"

"This is not an area I am familiar with. Please ask someone else."

"James! James!"

"Well...what happened again..."

"Look! The unlucky Joshua got beaten again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Moriarty hurriedly stood up and looked.

An hour ago, Joshua's fair face was already covered with swellings and bruises of varying sizes.

The damage suffered in the consciousness space will return to the real body intact, which means that Joshua encountered powerful enemies and deadly dangers in it.

Looking at it now, several red fingerprints were left on Joshua's fair neck, with bruises and bloodstains in many places.

"Oops……"

Moriarty's expression suddenly became serious, and an ominous premonition jumped up and down in the inner wall of his heart.

The other party is not an ordinary human being, but most likely a humanoid monster transformed from a ferocious beast.

The fingerprints were long, narrow and thin, and it was not difficult to see the monster's tall and thin body.

It has profound skills and is extremely ruthless. It can easily strangle Joshua with one hand.

"Worse, worse...Joshua has been caught and his life is in danger!"

Moriarty straightened up, looking obviously flustered.

He looked around, finally fixing his eyes on the motionless witch.

"Let me in, let me help them!"

Moriarty grabbed the witch's hanging sleeve and almost made Beatrice stagger.

"There's no other way. I can only go in alone..."

Beatrice shook her head, her voice weak.

"Then disconnect them and let me go in and rescue Miss Ivy!"

"no……"

Beatrice replied weakly, holding up her shaky body, her unfocused eyes blank.

"If we forcibly disconnect it, Curly's consciousness will become confused, his brain will die, and only his body will remain functioning..."

"Also... you can't go in. Only people close to that beautiful girl can enter the depths of her consciousness..."

"I tested it in advance, and only the little curly-haired ones have souls that resonate at the same frequency..."

Receiving a negative answer, Moriarty turned away angrily.

Joshua's wrinkled white shirt remained in his peripheral vision. Moriarty pursed his lips, took out a cigarette from his sleeve and walked out.

"Smoking is bad for your lungs, James."

Moriarty had just put the cigarette holder between his lips when a haunting voice sounded from behind.

"do not bother me."

Cold eyes and indifferent tone...

Holmes couldn't help but puff out his plump apple cheeks, he loved it.

"What is it about Joshua that fascinates you so much?"

Holmes leaned against the white brick wall, a hint of smile in his tone.

"I told you not to bother me."

Moriarty frowned and took out several matches in a row, but unfortunately none of them caught fire.

"Shit!"

The extinguished match was thrown away and happened to fall on the porn that Beatrice had secretly placed next to Jacob's Bible.

"Ha ha……"

"What are you laughing at?"

Moriarty glanced at Holmes, his eyes full of unhappiness and resentment.

"If I were you, I wouldn't worry about Joshua's life at all."

"Because you don't care about him at all. To be honest, you like the other child more than Joshua."

"Are you jealous?"

Holmes smiled wickedly and took the cigarette from Moriarty's mouth.

"I am just stating the facts. Based on those details, I calculated the probability of Joshua's survival..."

"Elementary. You've said it countless times."

"How about I show you again?"

Holmes turned the cigarette holder in a circle and quickly took out a pack of matches from his pocket with his right hand.

"It's true that he was captured. The person captured was tall, but thinner than him. We can tell from the fingerprints on his neck..."

"There are scratches on both sides of the neck, and the right side has more blood than the left side. These are not knife wounds. Knife wounds are much deeper and have more regular edges... These are scratches caused by fingernails hitting the skin. The man is right-handed, and his fingernails are like a pair of sharp scissors."

"The deepest red mark is towards the top, and the bruises are distributed on both sides of the arteries and the jaw. When you lifted his chin, I saw that the semicircular finger marks were clearly tilted towards the upper right."

"The man had a deep hatred for Joshua. Not only did he strangle him so hard that he couldn't breathe, he also lifted him away from the spot with just one hand."

Holmes struck a match and held the flame close to the cigarette holder.

"It's the vampire lord. I already knew what you said."

Moriarty rolled his eyes silently, his tone still melancholy.

"That's why I said Joshua's life was in danger. How could a frail child like him face such a ferocious enemy..."

"Who said he was going to face it?"

Holmes moved the cigarette holder to the corner of his mouth with a look of pleasure.

"There were several deep and shallow handprints. The vampire lord pinched him many times, almost making him unconscious each time, but he would let him go inexplicably in the end. What does this mean? Does he love and hate Joshua..."

"Of course not. If that were the case, it would be much easier to imprison him than to beat him. Why torture Joshua over and over again..."

"The handprints go from left to right and from top to bottom. Judging from the angle, the lord grabbed his throat from behind."

"Why did the Lord use Joshua's painful face to force him and torture him to slowly threaten him..."

"Because the lord's attention is drawn to someone else - Ivy. She is the one who actually faces the lord."

"It's good to see that the seemingly weak little sheep can actually fight back and forth with such a ferocious big bat!"

Holmes exhaled a puff of thick gray smoke, his mouth wide open, with a look of smugness and joy in his eyes.

"Joshua, this guy, Hilda prepared for him, Little Sheep stood up for him, and Bell cleaned up after him... Damn, this guy is really popular with women..."

"So I'm not worried about Joshua's life at all. He always survives... I live across the room from him, and to be honest, I'm used to it."

His calm eyes flickered in the smoke as Moriarty leaned gently against the cold wall, carefully considering Holmes's reasoning.

"Don't praise me. I've heard all the compliments in the past 28 years!"

"You're not bad, James. Maybe it's because you haven't had enough rest recently, so I got there first!"

"I just pay more attention to details than you do. Of course, I also need to keep a flexible mind at all times!"

"You know, James, it's not my fault that you were born very smart..."

"Who smokes there!"

A sharp shout came from the door, and Holmes and Moriarty shuddered, and goose bumps suddenly appeared all over their bodies.

With a light "click" sound, Bell walked out of the shadows carrying a tray full of medicine bottles. She had a stern expression, and her eyes were burning with fire as she looked at the two of them.

"It's not me!" There was a wisp of smoke coming out from behind Holmes.

"That's him." Moriarty had already pointed at Holmes.