Operation Red Book

Holmes made a "tsk" sound and slapped the glass. He put his left hand in his pocket and slowly moved his face closer to the glass.

"He said, what is GH!"

"No comment!"

"I warn you, if you don't tell me, I will let Thomas take this pure silver cross, pull out your tongue and carve a beautiful red flower on it."

Holmes threatened and pulled the necklace Jacob was wearing, and a gleaming silver cross dangled before Dalton's eyes.

“Then let Walter take your pink tongue with red flowers engraved on it and nail it to the statue on London Cross Street with sterling silver nails, and write next to it - Viscount from the Dalton family, hahahahahaha!”

Holmes's deep words echoed throughout the cell, making it hard to tell who was more perverted.

Dalton's head was covered with sweat. He swallowed and the scarlet in his eyes gradually faded and turned into a turbid gray.

"If you tell me, God will forgive your sins and you will go to heaven after you die. If you don't tell me, I will follow God's will and send you to hell!"

The effect of the silencing potion finally wore off, and Jacob, freed from his restraints, spoke excitedly.

"Humph, God and heaven, none of that can fool me."

"Hey, kid, do you think God is the righteous one? Do you think there is no suffering or pain in heaven? Why doesn't your God turn the world into a paradise?"

"Let me tell you, he watched people suffer so that you would worship him and submit to him!"

"You evil blood-sucking devil! How dare you speak so arrogantly..."

"I'm asking about GH! Don't change the subject!" Holmes punched the glass again.

He straightened up and looked down at Dalton who was entangled in chains, his eyes full of contempt and disdain.

"It seems you won't confess unless you fight... Thomas! Draw on his tongue with this cross!"

"Golden Hell is a much more powerful organization than SCO. It contains things you would never expect."

Dalton stared at the crosses in Holmes and Thomas' hands and spoke reluctantly.

"The Grim Reaper at the train station is from this organization, right?" Joshua interrupted.

"He is my superior, Lord Arod."

"You brought him a soul, didn't you?"

"Of course! I am his most bloodthirsty subordinate. I brought most of his soul to him..."

Dalton's pupils suddenly contracted, as if he was frightened. He turned his back to them and did not say a word.

"Hey, speak, don't you want your tongue?" Jacob knocked on the glass with his Bible.

But Dalton remained unmoved and kept his back to the crowd.

Joshua glanced at Holmes, shrugged, and said helplessly: "Let's go, we've finished asking questions."

With that he walked out of the cell with Holmes, followed by the others.

Dalton heard the door close and slowly turned to look at the door that was being locked.

After the sound of the key turning disappeared, the square hole on the door was suddenly opened, revealing a pair of yellow eyes with vertical pupils. There were black stripes around the pupils, and light was scattered in the yellow eyeballs. One could detect the burning anger at a glance.

Dalton was stared at by those eyes and his body suddenly went limp. He knelt down on his knees and lowered his head. The cold wind passed through the gaps and made him shiver.

Dalton didn't dare to look up until he heard the sound of the square hole sliding.

He stood up triumphantly, his scarlet eyes showing again.

He curled the corners of his mouth, and a cold laugh rang out through the glass, then turned into a loud laugh.