Operation Red Book

"Isn't it obvious?"

Moriarty rubbed his brows, and the light blue under his slender fingers emitted a cold light.

"Belle went to your birthday party and accidentally saw you kissing her enemy."

"She thought you betrayed her, and in order to forget the pain, she chose to make herself forget the memory of you."

"I'm so annoyed. I really don't want to get involved in your mess..."

Moriarty muttered that such obscene things should not come out of his mouth, but Joshua refused to open his mouth, and Professor White disappeared.

He was the only one who knew what had happened.

"So, you and Belle are a lesbian couple, you cheated on her, and she was heartbroken..."

Ivy concluded succinctly.

"Is... is that so? I've experienced this before?"

Belle said in confusion, her cheeks flushed and her fingers curled up in the pocket in front of her legs.

"Shut up, you have no right to speak here!"

Beatrice replied fiercely, and she brought the glowing wand closer to Ivy, but Ivy obviously didn't take it seriously.

"In the consciousness space, haven't you already resolved this contradiction?" Moriarty continued.

"You used this opportunity to get rid of the people who wanted to hurt Belle, hoping to win Belle's heart back..."

"What do you mean by 'fraternal love'? Please use more accurate words! I just couldn't stand Ophelia's despicable methods, so I punished her!"

"Oh my God, what a beautiful love, what a touching sadomasochism..." Victor shed two lines of tears.

"The person you cheated with was also a woman? Then why are you so interested in Alexander and Jacob?"

Holmes rubbed his chin in surprise.

"Bisexual..."

Ivy made a sound, but no one paid any attention to her.

"How do you know?" Beatrice asked Holmes.

"Please... Alexander's desk is in a mess, and there is a faint aroma when you get closer. It's hard not to notice it."

"Having worked with him for so many years, I still know what he smells like. It's a subtle, elegant scent that's obviously a woman's."

"It's the same now. The whole room is filled with the smell of rouge. Is the nose on your face just an accessory?"

"Not to mention Jacob, he is a devout Christian and would just burn all the obscene novels about priests and witches."

"The priest and the witch's post... I want to see it too!"

Ivy turned her head and looked at Beatrice with a curious look in her eyes.

"No reading for those under 25 years old!" Beatrice refused.

"Ha! I like strong men, with firm chests and bulging muscles. That short-haired man is perfect..."

Beatrice said intoxicatedly, licking her red lips, desire nakedly displayed in her eyes.

"Are you sure? I understand Mr. Alexander, but Mr. Jacob, you are short, thin, and sharp-tongued... do you Latin Americans still like this style?"

"Huh?" Beatrice tapped Ivy on the forehead.

"Of course! Don't you think that priest is the epitome of sexy and hot!"

"But his character is really bad..."

"Oh! Love him more..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Moriarty, blushing, interrupted the shameful conversation between the two sisters.

"Please don't deviate from the original topic..."

"Anyway, this Moriarty is not sexy at all. He is far inferior to Andrew." Ivy whispered.

"Of course, because he doesn't have the qualities that women like."

"What do you mean, you also think he might be gay?"

"It's very likely, but he will definitely not admit it..."

"Beatrice de Poppa!" Moriarty snapped, unable to bear it any longer.

"Look here! What on earth do you want Bell to remember?!"

"She has been cursed with two oblivion curses. Now, being able to see you and talk to you is already the limit!"

"I……"

Beatrice choked for a few seconds, and her eyes became much more hazy.

She took a deep breath and said with great sorrow: "Before this..."

"Before this, why did she suddenly stay away from me..."

Moriarty looked back at Bell. Bell raised his eyebrows and unconsciously avoided the gaze of others.

"She stopped attending classes with me, stopped having dinner with me, stopped going on adventures in the mountains with me, and stopped teaching me how to make potions..."

"Later, she stopped talking to me, stopped saying hello to me, she treated me like a stranger and stopped walking with me..."

"She was sober at that time, she could see me and remembered me clearly, but we drifted further and further apart, as if those good times had never existed..."

"I just want to know what I did wrong, what did I do wrong as a friend..."

Beatrice almost broke down several times. She breathed heavily and used more force to squeeze Ivy's shoulders.

"Tell me! Bell Cruz! Why did you provoke me and then abandon me? What did I do wrong?!"

"Rumble--"

The sound of thunder drums that broke through the sky merged with the witch's crying and screaming.

It was clearly an accusation against Bell, but Ivy's heart skipped a beat for a few seconds.

She clung to Beatrice's arm and glanced at Joshua who was sitting at the head of the bed.

He was still the same, with a face full of calm and composure, without any annoying timidity or a humble and sincere smile.

"Why... Bell! Tell me..."

"I know why." Ivy, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up, "I treated Joshua the same way."

"you?"

"Yes... I deliberately ignored him, deliberately threw troubles to him, and deliberately kicked him when he needed help..."

Ivy shrugged, her voice trembling.

"Because I feel unbalanced. It's clear that he is just a nobody, and I'm the popular one."

"But now everything is reversed. He has you and is walking on water, but I am walking on thin ice and stuck in a quagmire."

"During that time, I hated him. I didn't want to see his smile, let alone his success. That was what I thought at the time."

Everyone was silent. They were just spectators and could not experience it personally.

"But we are better than anyone else now, I am sure and certain..."

"He went through so many obstacles for me, even at the cost of his own life. I witnessed it with my own eyes."

"At that moment, I knew I couldn't escape anymore. I wasn't afraid of whether he could hear my voice, I just hoped he could know how I felt."

"After all, Joshua..."

Ivy paused, and her gaze towards Joshua softened.

"He is my best friend and the most important person in my heart. We are closer than family members and are partners who go through life and death together..."

Suddenly, a forked bolt of lightning streaked across the night sky, illuminating the falling rain.

Joshua's figure was hidden by the light, leaving only a dark outline.

Two blood-red lights suddenly flashed across Joshua's pupils, only for a moment, and then disappeared.

After the continuous flashes of lightning, the eyes turned back to their normal flax color.

Ivy saw all these changes, her heart began to beat wildly, and she silently widened her eyes.

An unrealistic idea suddenly emerged and kept running through her mind.

Amidst lightning and thunder, heavy rain poured down and dark clouds rolled in, dividing the sky into small squares.

"Bell, do you remember what Joshua said to you in the consciousness space?"

Moriarty sighed and turned his head to look at Bell.

"You've been sending each other letters for so many days, but you haven't mentioned a word about your past."

"You clearly know each other's existence, but you still refuse to believe it, and you are even more unwilling to step out of the world you have created for yourself."

"Being sad alone is better than talking it out. These are Joshua's original words to advise you."

"You must agree with him, otherwise you wouldn't have dragged me, a drunk, to run to that ugly tree house deep in the forest."

Moriarty pushed the panicked Bell forward and whispered something behind him.

"Don't pretend, you already remembered everything."

Bell shuddered violently and looked fixedly at the witch in black in front of him.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she couldn't find a way out.

"Beatrice..."

Her voice was a little hoarse, which made Beatrice soften a little.

"If you don't want to talk, then..."

"I love you."

"What the..."