Operation Red Book

Joshua rarely acted alone.

There is a reason why he always hangs out alone in the 21st century. He is just a nobody in school. No one wants to be friends with him, and he doesn't have the courage to ask for it.

The only ones who are willing to pay attention to him are those little hooligans who often bully others. The price of not being single is: getting a severe lesson and then returning to an even more lonely darkness.

Things were different after entering the 19th century. Here, more and more people gathered around him.

Ivy, Fomo, the members of SCO, Mrs. Hudson... everyone has a deep bond with him, which makes him always have one or more people accompanying him no matter what he does.

This was great, and Joshua, who had never enjoyed company, often smiled happily about it.

But the situation this time is different. People always feel alone, encounter difficulties, and have secrets buried deep in their hearts that they are unwilling or unwilling to reveal...

For example, now, it is a dark and windy night with a bright moon overhead. The dim street lights illuminate the fog ahead and the drunk homeless man is snoring loudly.

Joshua walked alone on the dim streets of Baker Street. He looked calm but was anxious in his heart.

If I were a policeman patrolling at night, I would blow the whistle the moment I passed Joshua, and then give him a kick to bring him to justice.

He looked like a thief who had just stolen something. He was wearing thick rags and linen clothes, with his hands in his arms, hunched over and looking back...

Oh my God, look at him, he fell down in the fog, but he still refused to take his hands out. He must have stolen valuables from that family... I would definitely think so.

Fortunately, London was hit by thick fog again today. No carriage passed by Baker Street, and no one was willing to come to 221-B.

221-B Baker Street had long been sealed off by relevant personnel. There were two yellow seals on the door, and a no-entry sign was erected on the steps in front of the door.

Joshua gently moved the sign away and carefully wiped the dust off the door handle with his gloves. He lifted a corner of the seal and squeezed through the half-open door.

The whole set of movements was orderly and smooth, and he seemed to sneak here often.

The furnishings inside were the same as before, perhaps lacking the breath of life. When Joshua walked into the living room, he felt the coolness and loneliness.

He took off the rags on his body and placed them on the armchair in front of the fireplace.

Then, he pulled out a long piece of black square cloth from his arms. After opening it, a pure silver black knife came into view, lying quietly in Joshua's palm.

Joshua held the knife handle tightly and slowly walked into Ivy's bedroom on the first floor.

Ivy's bedroom remained the same as before, except for the dressing table next to the wardrobe.

At her request, Joshua covered the entire dressing mirror at the foot of the bed with a piece of off-white linen with small floral patterns, which was both beautiful and practical.

Joshua didn't hesitate. After closing the door with a click, he quickly walked towards the dressing table.

When the sackcloth was pulled off, Joshua's pupils tightened instantly. The sackcloth slid to his feet and his breathing became disordered.

The moonlight poured down through the screen window, pushing the thick fog into a corner of the room.

This scene was no different from the consciousness space of the Mirror of the Underworld. Joshua lowered his eyes, and there seemed to be a faint light trembling in them.

"Ivy-san...has she returned safely?"

On the fourth floor of the castle, at the end of the corridor, lies the throne of the vampire lord.

Joshua sat limply at the foot of the steps, with only a few candles around him still lit.

"Go back, he should be awake by now."

There were bursts of clear and quiet voices coming from above the stairs. It was Lord Leon, the owner of the castle and the master of this consciousness space.

Joshua was exhausted after just going through a battle. After hearing this, he nodded slowly, and the two were silent for a long time.

"You designed to keep me here, are you trying to kill me?"

Joshua was the first to speak, his eyelids felt heavy, as if he hadn't closed his eyes in five years.

"Killing you only takes a moment. Your life is of no use to me."

"Then put me back..."

Lord Leon laughed, his laughter full of contempt and disdain.

Joshua knew exactly what was happening, and his chest was filled with anger and dissatisfaction. However, he was too weak now, and couldn't even do something as simple as clenching his fist.

"Does she love you?"

"what?"

"She, Ivy, my fiancée..."

"When did she become your fiancée?" Joshua said weakly.

He panted slightly, looked Lord Leon up and down in disbelief, and rolled his eyes with all his strength.

"You're not the type that Ivy likes. You look just like that, you have no sexual energy, and you're forcing others to do what they want..."

Joshua spoke bluntly. Lord Leon narrowed his red eyes and did not interrupt this ungentlemanly comment.

"She's just a little bit taller, but there are so many tall guys around her..."

"You're tall, but you're thinner than me. I'm already not popular with girls, and people like you are even less popular."

"Student Ai Wei has good looks, good temperament, good personality, and a good family background. She has a bright future and an immeasurable future..."

"In short, there is no way she would have any feelings for you, let alone agree to be your fiancée!"

"So you love her."

Lord Leon smiled again, his fangs flashing coldly.