Operation Red Book

"Bang—slap—"

The dagger-like sharp tail was unstoppable and pierced through the center of the barrier in one go, shattering most of the huge barrier in two strikes.

"Crash-"

The barrier with blue fluorescence fell down like broken glass, and soon a circular hole more than three meters high was left.

The cool morning breeze blew on my face, bringing with it a damp and icy chill.

After being blown by the cool breeze for a full five seconds, Joshua finally sobered up from his fatigue.

Now, there was a way to escape, but he finally couldn't hold on any longer.

The black wings behind him completed their mission and retracted to their backs like a tape measure that had been released from their hands.

The black shadow flashed by like a bolt of lightning in just a moment. Apart from the stabbing pain in his forehead, Joshua only felt a chill on his back.

The tearing pain lingered for several times like an echo in the beam, and the two black bloody holes on the back were now fully exposed in the morning light.

"Huh...huh..."

Joshua was breathing heavily, his trembling legs constantly bending forward.

At the last moment of fainting, he wanted to reach out and grab Ivy...

But as soon as his index finger touched Ivy's cheek, Ivy's whole body left him and flew up lightly.

"Ivy... Ivy... Ivy..."

The warmth gradually faded away, and the weight of stability also disappeared at the same time.

With no strength left in his body, Joshua fell forward with lifeless eyes, collapsing to the ground like a felled pine tree.

He couldn't remember what happened afterwards.

My consciousness was hazy, my brain was cloudy, I could only see a few colors in my vision, and my ears seemed to be filled with firecrackers...

The scattered fragments, like meteorite constellations floating in the universe, are drifting around and cannot be connected together.

"after that……"

Joshua tried to remember.

He saw a green figure pick up Ivy and gently place her on the ground outside the wall.

He saw a demon with goat horns walking towards him.

Just when he was about to fall into the devil's clutches, a powerful force suddenly grabbed the back of his collar and threw him out heavily.

He saw his body placed together with Ivy's.

Looking up, you can still see the moon in the sky full of white fog, and beneath you is the soft and loose yellow grass.

He heard the crackling sound of electricity and the crackling sound of flames.

After a deafening roar, the world fell silent.

Amidst the silence and confusion, he smelled a burnt smell mixed with blood and dust.

Finally, Mr. Holmes's rough exclamation hit his eardrums like a huge wave, and he fainted again.

"Then I woke up here. Sorry, I don't remember anything in between..."

Joshua wanted to touch the back of his head, but the pain in his muscles all over his body made him grimace and unable to move.

"It's okay. As long as you can come back safely, we know what happened in between. You don't have to worry about it."

Victor leaned back against the white wall opposite Joshua's bed, his beautiful blue eyes thickly frosted.

The atmosphere here seemed to be extremely cold, and everyone had a cold face.

Joshua finally touched the back of the hairy head. He looked at the stiff expressions of the people around him, and finally set his sights on Holmes in the corner.

Victor seemed to see the doubt in Joshua's heart. He glanced to the right and asked calmly:

"Sherlock, you..."

"I'm going out to have a cigarette."

Without further reply, Holmes walked out of the ward with weariness in his eyes.

No one knew where he was going, but it wasn't at Johns' newspaper.

He walked forward with light steps and a light mood.

He walked around the winding road and went down several flights of stairs.

Finally, Holmes, with a gloomy face, found a bloody figure in the basement of the coffee shop.

"call--"

He let out a long breath, as if to release all the discomfort in his body.

It was impossible to make out the emotions in his eyes in the darkness. Holmes put his hands in his trouser pockets and breathed evenly.

"How is she?"

After a long while, the figure asked weakly, in such a light tone, as if he would not live long.

Holmes did not answer. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit a match in his hand.

The firelight illuminated the face of the figure. It was Dorian.