Operation Red Book

"not necessarily……"

Holmes finished a whole cigarette and put out the butt in the flowerpot beside him.

"He is a demon after all, with great powers that are unmatched by humans."

"If he was killed so easily, he can forget about calling himself..."

Holmes paused, as if remembering something.

Then, he rolled his eyes and started dancing in a weird way:

"I am Lord Dorian~"

The last words of Holmes's voice echoed awkwardly in the air.

The silence in the ward combined with the moisture molecules in the oxygen and evaporated together.

Holmes and Joshua looked at each other, each seeing some misunderstanding in the other's eyes.

"Ahem! I'll go check on Ivy..."

Holmes awkwardly put his hands into his trouser pockets, straightened his eyes, and limped out of the ward.

"Thank you, Mr. Holmes..."

Suddenly, Joshua's childish and sincere voice came from behind, stopping Holmes' fingers just touching the door handle.

"Thank you for these past few months!"

"cut--"

Without turning around, Holmes uttered a disdainful sound as he gripped the door handle.

Joshua couldn't help but curl his lips as he watched Holmes' shoulders gradually slump.

"Finally you understand how hard I work, you little troublemakers!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Holmes quickly pressed the door handle and squeezed through the crack in the door.

With the sound of the lock closing with a slight "click", Holmes fled as if blocking Joshua's laughter inside the door.

"It's so annoying... this kid is always causing trouble..."

Holmes sighed and tried his best to suppress the inadvertent rise of the corners of his mouth.

"I'm going to be annoyed to death by you too."

Just as Holmes turned around, a blue figure suddenly appeared beside him.

Dorian came silently, and his voice was slow and lifeless.

"What right do you have to bother me? Respected Lord Dorian~"

Holmes once again rolled his eyes, grinned, wrinkled his nose, and started to sneer at him in a sarcastic tone.

As soon as these words came out, Dorian's already pale face suddenly turned ashen.

He clenched his fists behind his back and looked at Holmes with extremely irritated and angry eyes.

"Humph! Shameless human!"

"Arrogant devil! Shut up, are you afraid that others won't notice you are here?"

Holmes put his hands on his hips and started to criticize the demon before him like a nasty government official.

People told Dorian to keep his voice down, but his voice was so loud that it seemed to penetrate everyone's ears.

"Mr. Holmes!"

"Sherlock!"

"Noisy!"

"I'm already annoyed by being on duty today!"

For a moment, the SCO employees who were awakened booed in dissatisfaction from all directions.

"What are you yelling about so late at night? Shut up! Don't force me to come out and slap you now!"

A burst of urgent shouting and cursing came from the nearest door, instantly restoring the silence of the night.

This voice is powerful and majestic, yet it retains the freshness and agility of a young girl.

"Ivy..."

Holmes' arrogance was completely extinguished in an instant.

He stood there in a daze, watching Ivy slam the door and throw a pile of documents at him in anger.

"What are you doing! What are you doing!"

Without time to dodge, Holmes was hit by a mountain of documents.

After the shock like exploding firecrackers, he was suddenly startled again.

"Dorian is so big and he's standing right next to him!"

Thinking of this, Holmes suddenly grabbed to the side.

But Dorian had already disappeared, and Holmes grabbed it with empty hands and almost fell down.

"What are you doing!"

He yelled at Ivy in anger.

As he spoke, he crossed his arms and looked up and down at the graceful girl in white standing in the moonlight with his fiery eyes.

In the hazy night, Ivy's whole body was glowing with a bright pink and white fluorescence.

Her cheeks were rosy, a healthy hawthorn red.

Her thin eyebrows, wrinkled in annoyance, hung low over her shiny black eyes, making her look particularly proud and quite attractive.

"Hate you!"

Ivy said something harsh without knowing why, she glared at Holmes, then turned and left angrily.

"No...you...what's wrong with me?"

Inexplicable anger rushed to his head, and Holmes kept retorting, but he never received any response.

He was so angry that he beat his chest and stamped his feet, frowning and shaking his body back and forth impatiently.

Should I beat her up? Or just forget it...

This was a difficult question for Holmes.

After returning from the Chinese Wharf, Ivy was in a coma for two whole days. She woke up at noon today.

As soon as she woke up, she called Victor and Mr. Zhu and drove everyone out of her ward on the pretext of discussing the Chinese wharf.

From the moment she woke up until now, she had never smiled, never left the ward, and never expressed concern for others.

She chattered non-stop with Mr. Zhu in Chinese, looking like a young general in full command of the troops.

He even drank the potion that Bell brought without even looking at it, which made Bell anxious and surprised.

Likewise, Bell wasn't in there for long.

Like Sherlock Holmes, she was driven out again and again by the people inside.

According to the confused Bell, the matter was very urgent and the situation was tense.

Miss Ivy spoke Chinese faster than a rifle. She kept flipping through the pile of books beside her bed, reading ten lines at a glance with great concentration...

"This ungrateful little bastard!" Holmes became angrier the more he thought about it.

"Why are you so mad? I'm just standing here and I didn't provoke her!"

"She's mad at me."

Dorian appeared from behind Holmes at some point.

His voice was mixed with countless loss and sadness, and his already lifeless eyes now looked even more listless and tired.

"you?"

Holmes glanced over and snorted coldly, as if he had found an outlet to vent.

"You just ran faster than a rabbit!"

"I'm telling you! Why don't you just stop growing those lousy sheep horns and grow some rabbit ears instead!"

"Don't you always act pitiful in front of everyone? Why don't you have pink, tender, and wiggly bunny ears? I'm serious! I'm not kidding!"

"You don't even need to act. People will feel pity for you when they see your ears..."

Faced with Holmes's confused sarcasm, Dorian didn't want to refute it at all.

He took a deep breath, and his once beautiful face now looked even older and more haggard.

"She just saw me..."

"What did you say!"