Operation Red Book

"Don't worry, I will definitely send someone to reinforce the glass so that he won't have anywhere to escape!"

The warden kept wiping the sweat from his forehead as he escorted Holmes and others to the prison where ordinary prisoners were held.

“No thanks.” Holmes suddenly stopped.

The warden suddenly stammered: "Why, why, Mr. Holmes."

Holmes lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said something that floated in front of everyone along with the smoke: "Because I have to report to Her Majesty the Queen that you are suspended."

The air froze instantly, and except for Holmes and Joshua, everyone else widened their eyes in surprise.

"This...is this a mistake? You have to tell me the reason first." The warden frowned and grinned, saying with a flattering smile.

Holmes took another puff of his cigarette and slowly walked over to the cage where the prisoner was held.

He pulled out the prison guard's baton and kept hitting the iron bars of the cage, making a loud noise. At the same time, he spoke rude words to the prisoner to come over, and even threw the baton at the prisoner.

Holmes tried three prisoners in a row. No matter how he provoked them, the prisoners always huddled in the corner without saying a word. They did not scream or move even when they were hit.

"What's going on?" Bell looked at the stunned prisoners and asked the warden loudly.

"The frontal lobotomy has been performed since the mid-19th century and is an extremely inhumane operation." Joshua's pupils sank slightly as he explained loudly about this forbidden operation.

"The frontal lobe is the most important nerve organ in the human brain. Our emotional perception, judgment and analysis, memory, thinking and behavioral operations are all inextricably linked to it. Damaging the frontal lobe is like turning a living person into a walking corpse."

Joshua's clear voice echoed in the empty prison, making the already silent prison even more lonely and sad.

"Why did you make them like this?"

Holmes walked over with his hands in his pockets, his brown leather shoes making a heavy sound on the ground.

"You took us to Dalton's cell quite skillfully. As the warden of a prison with thousands of prisoners, were you paying too much attention to Dalton?" Joshua added behind Holmes.

"Who do you have a deal with? Uh, little Jerry. It's definitely not Dalton! Otherwise his reaction to seeing you could get Her Majesty the Queen to grant him special admission to the Royal Theatre."

"You turned them into this, huh? They're no different from vegetative people whose souls were harvested."

"Harvesting souls!" exclaimed Joshua and Thomas.

"You are connected with the Grim Reaper, the Grim Reaper who is related to Dalton!" Holmes continued.

"You lobotomize their brains, turn all the prisoners into half-humans, and then have that bastard harvest their souls. No one will notice, right?"

The atmosphere gradually became eerie, as if this was not a prison of sin and redemption, but a slaughterhouse where livestock were held to be slaughtered at will.

Sweat continued to roll down the warden's forehead, but he did not wipe it with a handkerchief as he did before.

The sweat kept flowing, the uniform became wet, and in the blink of an eye the warden became a soaking wet person.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a sinister smile, and the fierceness in his eyes surged. He chuckled: "As expected of a famous detective, you have discovered the beauty of this prison in just one hour!"

"Wonderful? What's wonderful! Torturing them?" Bell's whole face was distorted with anger.

The warden raised his sweaty hands. Sweat dripped from his fingers, soon soaking a large area of ​​the floor.

"I am a dead man, a dead man who cannot be saved. I died of a heart attack one night."

The warden paced back and forth, leaving a long trail of water behind him.

"I was commissioned by the Queen and after graduation I took charge of this prison in the center of the forest deep in the fog. My ideal is to make all prisoners feel the kindness and beauty of human nature."

"I poured all my kindness and warmth into them. I firmly believe that the greatness of human nature will forgive them and pull them back from the hell to this beautiful world."

"Then, they behaved very well, we had a great time, and the forest where the sun couldn't shine was filled with hearts full of warm sunshine. My dream came true, at least that's what I thought."

"But I overestimated human nature. He couldn't fight the devil after all. They promised to mend their ways. They promised to repent for the sins they had committed in the past. I took every word of their promise to heart."

"That night, I received the news that my wife and daughter had been brutally dismembered, and the culprit was the young boy who was crying uncontrollably before God."

"The UK and surrounding countries have been deeply influenced by them, and the crime rate continues to rise. The Queen held them accountable, Parliament impeached them, and I fell to the ground amid their laughter."

The warden's eyes were red and two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks, mixed with sweat and fell to the ground.

But soon he started laughing wildly again, with hidden madness in his eyes.

"It's fate. God arranged for me to meet Lord Arnold. He inspired me a lot and even agreed to let me stay in this prison to continue to realize my ideals."

"Lord Arnold suggested that I study human medicine, which led me to discover the frontal lobe removal surgery. This is simply God's will! I finally made them abandon their bloodthirsty nature and let the glory of humanity shine in this prison!"

"Wonderful! So wonderful!"

The warden roared, sweating even more, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in a layer of water film.

"People have souls, noble or ugly, but without souls, is there still humanity?"

Joshua raised his voice, and his clear voice drowned out the warden's roar.

"You sold your soul to the god of death. You have lost your humanity."

Joshua spoke each word clearly, his words as clear as ice water.

"My soul?"

The warden stood there in a daze, his pupils trembling

"Where is my soul?"

He fell limply to his knees, water gushing out of his skin.

His eyes widened in horror and his lips opened, but just as he uttered a syllable, the warden fell to the ground.

The water gushed out like an unstoppable river, and the warden was left with only a dead skin.

The warden's stream washed over everyone's feet, and Bell and Jacob noticed that the silent prisoners in the prison also flowed into the stream.

For a time, the walls of the entire prison were covered with water stains.

It is not difficult to guess that this place will be flooded by water in a while.

"Strange! Where are the guards and prison guards?" Joshua looked around.

"Oh no, go check on Dalton, he might really try to escape! And there are those dangerous prisoners!"

Holmes ran towards another building, treading water and turning back to talk to the crowd.

Everyone followed Holmes to the iron gate leading to the outside.