Operation Red Book

"Conductor, we'll arrive in London in 20 minutes."

"Okay, remember. When we get to the station, notify Scotland Yard immediately and ask the police to send large-scale support. Also..."

Walter was explaining things to the conductor outside the carriage. After the conductor nodded, he turned around and glanced at Joshua who was checking the condition of the body.

After confirming that no one was paying attention to this side, Walter lowered his voice: "Also, send a signal to SCO, the danger level is 3 stars, as soon as possible!"

Watching the conductor running to the front of the train, Walter slowly exhaled, but when he turned around, he met Joshua's light blue eyes.

Joshua stared at him with excitement in his eyes, and as soon as he opened his mouth, cold sweat broke out on Walter's forehead:

"What is SCO?"

"You, when did you stand here, no no no, when did you hear it?"

“I’m good at listening because a lot of people don’t notice me.”

Walter licked his cracked lips guiltily and replied, "This is a government organization. It's better for children not to know about it."

"MI5, MI6?"

Walter frowned in confusion, then immediately relaxed his brows, treating it as a perfunctory response like coaxing a child.

"Yes, that's right, that's... them."

"No, MI5 and MI6 are not yet formed."

Joshua still stared at Walter expressionlessly. After a while, the excitement in his pupils faded away, and was replaced by the same dull and calm look as before.

Joshua opened his mouth and let out a cry as if he had figured something out. He ignored Walter, turned around and walked towards the corpse, talking to himself as he walked.

"So this is their predecessor. It seems that this is a very important case that needs to be handled by such a secret organization. Secret, organizations, eh, what is C..."

Walter listened to Joshua's mumbling and felt helpless.

Recalling that panicking look, Walter felt a familiar feeling in his heart.

This feeling is just like the time when I first met Sherlock Holmes.

This child seems to be of the same type as Sherlock Holmes, Walter thought.

They all have their own world. They think about things in their own minds all the time, and sometimes they say unexpected things.

They will focus on the current case, and once they find something unreasonable, they will become inexplicably excited. Such people always make people feel strange in daily life.

Compared to Holmes' arrogance and unconventionality, the child in front of him seems to be more restrained and should not harm others like Holmes.

Thinking of this, Walter nodded slightly, took the initiative to walk to Joshua's side and squatted down.

Joshua was startled by Walter's uninvited visit. Feeling Walter's gaze, Joshua's eyes began to wander again.

He felt that he could no longer concentrate, his heart began to beat faster, and his breathing became heavier.

This has been a habit Joshua has had for many years. It's fine when no one pays attention to him, but as long as someone pays attention to him, he will feel anxious and uneasy.

"See you turned him over and over several times, do you still have any questions?"

Fortunately, Walter drew Joshua's attention to the corpse again, and Joshua slowly calmed down.

"Well, well... this dagger."

Joshua grasped the hilt of the knife and pulled it out with all his strength, but the dagger didn't move at all.

He twisted his sore wrist and said helplessly: "The pressure difference between inside and outside is too great. It takes a lot of strength to take out the dagger. The heart of the deceased has been pierced by it."

Joshua motioned for Walter to help, but Walter was examining the dagger carefully and ignored him.

Joshua coughed awkwardly twice and continued to ask his question: "His throat has already been cut, why bother?"

"This is made of pure silver. If you use a pure silver knife to pierce the heart of a dead person before the god of death comes, you can lock the dead person's soul into the silver knife, so that the god of death will not take it away."

Joshua was silent for a moment, then asked, "What does he want with souls?"

Walter shook his head: “I don’t know, that’s also the question I want to ask.”

Joshua turned to look at Walter: "Can you help me pull out the dagger? There may be clues on it."

Walter was stunned for a moment, then spoke faintly.

"No."

"why."

Walter closed his eyes and took a long breath, took off the cotton and linen glove on his left hand, and touched the handle of the knife with the tip of his index finger.

In just a moment, black flames spread from his fingertips, and a burning smell quickly filled the entire carriage.

Joshua's eyes widened, his mind going blank.

Looking at the large patch of black corrosion on Walter's fingertips, and then looking up at the increasingly hideous face, Joshua shot out.

The series of fear bombardments hit Joshua's heart hard. He stepped back in a hurry until he was tripped by a stool and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

"Ahhh! Sorry, I scared you!" Walter explained in panic.

Joshua looked at his scarlet eyes and white teeth, his lips still trembling.

"I'm a vampire, but I'm not a murderer. I didn't kill him!"

Walter's face gradually returned to its original state, and he moved away from Joshua.

"I just want to tell you that I can't help you. The gloves are too thin and the silver will corrode my..."

Joshua now took the words in and was able to breathe slowly.

His voice trembled: "Why did you suddenly... suddenly tell me this way?"

His legs were still weak and he struggled a few times but couldn't stand up.

“It’s very straightforward.”

"You scare me!"

"It's my fault, I'm sorry."

Joshua sat on the ground, gasping for breath, and the two were a long distance apart.

After a moment's silence, Walter suddenly raised his brows, took off his uniform in two or three moves and wrapped it around his hands. He slowly reached towards the handle of the dagger, his arm muscles tensed, and his whole face turned back into the vampire form just now.

He bared his teeth in horror, beads of sweat the size of beans streamed down his forehead, and he groaned in his throat. It took him a while to pull out the dagger.

As soon as Walter pulled out the dagger, he threw it in front of Joshua. He knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, and a large piece of the uniform wrapped around his hand was burnt.

Black steam was rising from the palm of his hand, and it could be heard crackling. The whole car was filled with the smell of burning protein.

"Please forgive me."

Even at this level, Walter still did not forget the proper etiquette.

Joshua felt guilty. He looked at Walter's charred hands from afar, but he could not stand up.

He gently touched the handle of the dagger in front of him, and the unreal cool touch came over him, and Joshua felt a little relieved.

He turned the dagger over and saw that the entire blade was soaked with blood. If you look closely, you can see that there are two tiny grooves on the end of the dagger that are emitting silver light. They are two letters - GH.

Joshua muttered to himself twice, looked at the burnt uniform that Walter was sorting, and then looked at the plaid shirt on the dead man.

His mind was working rapidly. He crawled over and turned over the dead man's hand with both hands to touch it. Suddenly he understood everything.

Just as he was about to speak to Walter, the carriage door suddenly opened.