Operation Red Book

Holmes fell asleep in the corner of the wall in the fragrance of the late night.

When he was woken up in a daze, it was already bright outside and he was placed on a soft bed.

My stomach growled at inopportune times, protesting madly against the lack of food and the scanty intake.

Holmes' vision was blurred for a long time. When he saw the hands of the clock on the wall again, he was confused for a while before he suddenly felt uneasy. It was already the afternoon of the next day.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

Victor stood by the bed with a blank expression, showing no emotion.

Holmes' heart skipped a beat. He couldn't tell whether he was being mocked or praised...

"You are amazing, Mr. Holmes!"

Fortunately, Hilda's smiling face soon followed and broke into Holmes' field of vision, instantly washing away all the hesitation in his heart.

Looks like a good thing...

But what good things have I done...

Doubt filled Holmes' throat, and finally gathered into a ball, turning into a hoarse "What" like a dry earth...

"You really can fix the barrier! And it only took three days!"

Hilda fed Holmes some water while answering his questions.

Although his throat was irrigated, Holmes did not feel relaxed as if he had just received a long-awaited rain. Instead, he frowned deeply.

"The barrier is fixed? All of it? No... no problems or loopholes?"

"I checked it, Hilda checked it, and I asked Jacob and Thomas to test it several times. There are no problems..."

"Really?"

"Of course, Mr. Holmes..."

Victor answered calmly, but a hint of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"This is something you repaired, so you should be most familiar with it. Why are you so bothered by our inspection?"

"Hahaha……"

Holmes was speechless for a moment and could only laugh awkwardly a few times.

Looking at the confused faces, Holmes covered his mouth and coughed a few times. He thought of an excuse after a quick glance:

"I... I'm just afraid that there might be some loopholes hidden in some subtle places..."

"You know, that demon destroyed half of the barrier so easily. Doesn't it indirectly prove that there are still many problems with our barrier?"

"Um……"

Victor thought about it thoughtfully and nodded slightly in agreement.

"Perhaps, we can add more elements based on weapons and ice spikes."

Hilda said, blinking.

"Mr. Jacob's power of time, Thomas's ability to transform, little Luna's doll... Oh no, forget about this..."

"It can be implemented. How long will it take to do it?"

"It's just an idea now. If I want to add it to the barrier, I need some time and a plan..."

"I'll call a meeting..."

Hilda and Victor sat beside Holmes's bed, discussing their thoughts and plans, without noticing his gloomy face.

The barrier was repaired, which meant Dorian had escaped.

Who is Dorian?

He is a demon standing on the opposite side of humanity, perhaps closer than other evils, but the clear line in the middle still separates him from humanity.

Holmes had the opportunity to make him his own, and he was quite confident.

But the time is not right now and the situation is not mature yet.

The tiger cub is cute and ignorant now. Before he grows into a fierce tiger, we must either kill him or tie him up.

And Holmes wants to be the animal trainer behind the scenes...

Such an unstable factor must be kept under my nose to feel at ease...

Unexpectedly, Dorian repaired the barrier in less than one night, and ran back to hell from Johns Newspaper with such severe injuries.

Holmes was a little annoyed. He shouldn't have underestimated the other party's ability, nor should he have overestimated his own level.

He dared not make it public, secretly rescued the little devil, and kept him under the SCO. Once the crime was exposed, Holmes' reputation would be ruined.

So, he had no choice but to shut up, as if this incident had never happened, and watched Victor command everyone to strengthen the barrier with a faint green glow.

Joshua also discovered that Dorian was missing.

In fact, he had always hoped that Dorian would take time to come and see him, and he even prepared a whole pot of Earl Grey tea for Dorian.

But after waiting for a day and a night, Dorian still did not show up.

It was not until Holmes told him that Dorian had already run back to hell that Joshua poured the pot of cold tea mixed with tea leaves down the toilet.

He felt a little lost, but not disheartened.

He and Dorian are friends who can exchange secrets, and he can tell Dorian many things that he cannot tell others.

The feeling of sharing was really good, so Joshua was looking forward to having a long talk with Dorian all night long.

Failing to get the response he wanted, Joshua immediately went to find the busy Ivy with red eyes.

He was reluctant to reveal what he knew, but under Ivy's threat he stumbled and told her everything.

Of course, he only talked about Dorian, and didn't mention a word about the secrets between himself and Holmes.

Ivy's face became uglier and uglier as she listened. In the end, she had no interest in the piles of information in front of her. She just bit her lower lip inadvertently with a serious expression.

This state always remained on her face - always tense, always sighing, always frowning.

Everyone could see Ivy's tremendous pressure and anxiety, and they all tried their best to ease her emotions.

Bell considerately prepared the potion for her, but because Mr. Zhu brought the Chinese medicine first, they had an argument about Chinese and Western cultures.

Hilda made a lot of fun little toys for her, but within twenty minutes of giving them away, Luna's doll slapped them all and broke them all.

Poor child, she and Thomas just wanted the doll to wear Jacob's shiny leather shoes to perform ballet for Ivy, but they didn't expect it to turn into an uncontrolled killing movie.

Joshua brought several cute puppies, and Alexander also brought several cute kittens.

But the puppy loves to pee and the kitten loves to scratch, and in just one afternoon they completely ruined Ivy's room and precious time.

Joshua was sobbing and chasing cats and dogs around the room, mumbling "Sorry sorry" incoherently.

Ivy was not angry. She was still the same as before, with a stern face and a bitter look.

By the afternoon of the third day, Ivy and Joshua's injuries had almost healed, and Victor ordered them to leave without hesitation.

It’s not that Johns Newspaper doesn’t have enough room to accommodate them, but the barrier testing process is extremely dangerous and some building items will be dismantled at any time.

In order to avoid harming innocent people, Johns Newspaper Company dispersed a large number of residents in Stair Lane a day ago and surrounded the entire area with layers of barriers.

Therefore, the three of them hurried back to 221-B Baker Street from Johns Newspaper Office with their large and small luggage.

When she saw the heavy, dark door, Ivy finally smiled.

But the smile did not last long. The door creaked open and Mrs. Hudson's old, worried face rushed out of the darkness, hitting Ivy's nose, making it sore and swollen.

"Good children... my good children..."

Mrs. Hudson held the two children tightly in her arms, a furry head in each hand, and kissed their foreheads hard.

And Ivy, burying her face deep in Mrs. Hudson's knitted cloak, released all her anxiety and emotions.

She burst into tears and fainted several times.