Operation Red Book

Outside the black prison, Bell finally succeeded in preparing a small bottle of potion emitting pink steam.

She handed it to Joshua and told him to feed it in three doses, then continued to rummage in the suitcase.

Joshua carefully fed the medicine to Thomas. Looking at Thomas's brows gradually smoothing out and listening to his gentle breathing, Joshua finally felt relieved.

He turned to look at Bell. Her suitcase was on the ground with her upper body almost completely inside, and she kept throwing out strange-shaped small bottles.

A few small bottles were thrown with poor force and hit Joshua directly on the head.

Finally, Bell straightened up from the suitcase, stretched her plump body, and took out two light bulb-sized crystal balls from her arms.

The crystal balls in Bell's hands glowed purple, and each one was crystal clear and very beautiful.

Bell smiled at Joshua and turned to an open space.

I saw her chanting a spell, raising a crystal ball high in her right hand, and smashing it heavily to the ground.

"Boom-"

The crystal ball exploded on the ground, and a cloud of purple smoke rose up.

The smoke gradually took shape, and Luna's entire face appeared in the purple smoke.

She had a confused look on her face, and her lifeless eyes expressed no clear emotion.

"Luna, can you hear me?"

"Yes, I can hear you, Ms. Bell." Luna's ethereal voice echoed in the empty outdoors.

"We are in Niksala Prison. There is an emergency in the prison. Thomas is seriously injured. Please come to support us as soon as possible and notify Inspector Lestrade of Scotland Yard."

"Yes, sir..." Luna's face disappeared in the smoke.

Bell couldn't wait for the purple smoke to dissipate, so he ran to the open space next to him and threw another crystal ball heavily on the ground.

This time, Hilda's face appeared in the smoke. She looked confused and seemed to have not figured out the situation yet.

"Hilda, can you hear me?"

"Yes, Ms. Bell, what is the situation?"

"I'll tell you later. Please inform Mr. Victor quickly that there is an emergency in Niksala Prison. Thomas is seriously injured. It concerns Dalton and Death."

"Understood." Hilda disappeared in the smoke.

Belle returned to Joshua's side, panting heavily. She slowly fell to the ground and her hands slowly dropped.

The grape-purple wool curls were scattered on her shoulders. She leaned weakly on Joshua's shoulder and closed her heavy eyes.

In Dalton's cell, Arnold's chair had fallen to the ground, and he stood in front of Holmes holding the black sickle.

Arnold was nearly two meters tall, his yellow vertical pupils shrank slightly, and he looked down at the two of them with contempt.

"I don't know your name."

Arnoldson's cold voice rang out, and Jacob could clearly see every one of his teeth.

"Mycroft Holmes."

Holmes rocked back and forth triumphantly, his tongue poking the side of his cheek.

Arnold narrowed his eyes and waved his left hand in the air, and the green names and numbers above Holmes and Jacob's heads all appeared before his eyes.

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes, you have 2 minutes left to live."

Arnold smiled slightly, his two fangs as white as porcelain, and he glanced at Jacob slightly.

"Mr. Jacob Jean Durand, your life countdown is..."

Arnold's smile suddenly froze on his face, and he quickly put it away.

"You can live three minutes longer than Mr. Holmes. I allow you to pray first."

There was a little more curiosity in Arnold's eyes, but more of it was a fierce murderous look.

"I still have a long 70 years to live. I know this very well. Please rest assured, God of Death."

Jacob replied slowly. He put on his glasses, took out the Bible from under his arm and turned to a certain page.

He read aloud from the Bible: "He who sows evil will reap calamity, and the rod of his anger will be destroyed."

Jacob's black eyes sparkled with brilliance, and he kept talking to the outside of the window: "Merciful Heavenly Father, you created this evil..."

"I understand that you want to rescue Dalton." Holmes interrupted Jacob's endless prayers.

"But you let the other prisoners out and they started killing each other and wreaking havoc in this black jar. This really makes it difficult for me."

Arnold held the sickle in his arms and tilted his head to look at the iron gate behind Holmes. Arrogance grew in Arnold's eyes.

He said slowly: "You, the British government, are most familiar with these things. Failed experiments are full of rage, greed, bloodlust and loss of control."

Holmes's expression gradually became serious. He blinked and swallowed unconsciously.