Operation Red Book

At the door was a hunchbacked old man, his bulging eyes scanning everything in the carriage.

When he saw Walter, the corners of his drooping mouth curved upwards slightly, and then immediately fell down.

Joshua saw this subtle smile clearly. He was wary of the old man and quietly tightened the dagger in his hand.

Also seeing this was Sherlock Holmes, who was standing next to the old man.

He smiled contemptuously and gestured to Walter, signaling him to bring Joshua out.

Walter grabbed Joshua and passed by the old man.

When the two looked at each other, Walter sensed a hint of familiarity, and then he had an ominous premonition.

"Mr. Matthew, please."

Holmes made a gesture of invitation to the old man.

"It's an unlucky carriage, I won't go in. If you have anything to say, just ask directly."

Matthew turned around and faced Walter.

"Okay, then, let me introduce you to everyone. This is Mr. Matthew... Oh no, I should call you Viscount Dalton."

Holmes turned sideways, stood in front of Walter, and faced Matthew.

Matthew's cloudy eyes flashed with a faint light, his face darkened a little, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Look at what you are talking about, sir."

"I said, the one who died over there was the servant Matthew, and the one standing here now is Viscount Dalton."

"Why do you say that?"

Ivy, who arrived late, walked up to Holmes and interrupted.

"The deceased's hands are covered with rough calluses. It's obvious that he was a working person who had been doing physical work for a long time. The hands of the aristocracy are white, tender and smooth." Joshua said, holding on to the wall of the car.

"Also, you, your clothes don't fit you. This size is a little too big for you."

Holmes turned his head and looked Joshua up and down, frowning with disgust. He said impatiently: "Well, that's what he said."

"I don't know about his hands. Besides, my clothes are too big because I'm old."

Matthew looked up, squinted his eyes at Holmes' face, and raised his voice by two degrees.

"Detective, where's the evidence? Any evidence?"

"The evidence is this."

Moriarty's voice came from behind, and Matthew's face froze.

He looked back at the blond young man with a serious expression, and the dark gray shoulder bag attracted his attention.

"You can tear open the leather under the seat, dig out the sponge inside, put the things you want to hide inside, and then glue the surface back together. Many smugglers will use this method."

Moriarty threw the bag to Holmes, and stood there dignifiedly, looking at Matthew with a smile.

"Inside it is your coat and hat, and the indispensable ring that symbolizes your status, right, Viscount Dalton?"

Holmes dumped out the contents of the satchel, and finally a beautiful ring emitting green light fell on a charred patch on the brown coat.

Joshua looked at the scorch marks on his coat and raised his eyes to Dalton's hands hidden under the patched sleeves.

He clenched his fist so tightly that Joshua could only see the faint black color at the edge of his palm.

Walter stared at the green ring in a daze, tears already filling his eyes.

He watched as Dalton picked up the green ring from his coat and expertly slipped it onto his left thumb, the ring fitting perfectly.

Dalton held up the ring, narrowed his scarlet eyes and smiled, revealing his white teeth.

Walter couldn't help but grit his teeth, quickly transformed into a vampire and pounced on Dalton.

Who knew that Leighton had already noticed something strange behind him, and he quickly grabbed Ivy's neck, turned around and jumped into the car, leaving Walter empty-handed.

Ivy felt her neck tighten, and then the world was spinning. The burning suffocation forced her to clear her head.

She stiffened her neck and turned to look at Dalton, but just one glance made her so frightened that her legs and feet went weak.

Dalton's eyes were so red that they were about to bleed, his two sharp white fangs were as long as his jaw, and tiny purple blood vessels covered half of his face.

At this moment, he was laughing crazily towards the door of the carriage, and said in a sharp voice:

"Long time no see, little fat boy! I was wondering why you looked so familiar, it turned out to be Walter's kid, hahahahahaha...

Yes, yes, I remember that when I killed your father, you were crying and shouting beside me.

Your father's blood splattered on your face, and your tears mixed with the blood. That scene...

Tsk tsk tsk, the moonlight that night was very beautiful, you still remember it, ah!"

Walter’s heart was suddenly gripped, how could he forget that night.

The pale light of the moon shone on those blood-red eyes, on the father's frightened eyeballs, and on the man's emerald ring.

How could he forget that terrible night! Over the past few years, he had been thinking about it and thinking about it, thinking about how he could kill him with his own hands!

"This is all your fault! It's your fault and your father's! Caroline is the best vampire I have ever trained.

As a result, your father, that weak, hypocritical, ant-like human being, actually seduced her and married her!

You, you filthy little bastard, you killed her at birth! My Caroline, what crime has she committed?

You are the ones who are guilty! You humans all deserve to die, including you little monster."

Dalton spoke with gritted teeth, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

Walter also had fire in his eyes, but he didn't dare to act rashly and could only be wary of Dalton's actions.

He was so angry that his teeth were itching. Hatred almost occupied his entire heart. Holmes called him several times but he didn't respond at all.

Holmes stepped forward and stood between Walter and Dalton, temporarily separating the two from each other's sight.

"Mr. Dalton, there's one thing I don't understand. Since you and Mr. Matthew have exchanged identities, what do you want his hat and coat for?"

Moriarty asked as he took several steps forward, and Joshua, who was behind him, bent over and followed quietly.

"It doesn't seem to me like that would be of any use to you."

This seemed to touch Dalton's heart, and his eyes suddenly turned lonely.

Dalton looked down at the ring on his thumb, looked at the faint green light and said, "I am the only one left in the Dalton family. How can you lowly ants know the glory of the lord?

I am a Dalton in life and a Dalton ghost in death."

"You are a vampire, you are neither a human nor a ghost, you are just an immortal.

You just want to wear the appearance of nobility, but you are so vain and arrogant. You say you are an upper-class noble? No one will believe you."

Holmes followed Moriarty as if nothing had happened, making sarcastic remarks all the time.

"Shut up, you lowly human, what do you know?"

Dalton was furious. He stared at Holmes fiercely and said sullenly, "I am old, I am really old. In just a few hours, I have become like this again.

I'm getting old too fast, and I can only maintain my body by drinking blood, so I tricked that idiot into getting on the bus so that I could have a good meal along the way."

Having said that, Dalton licked his two fangs and looked viciously at Ivy's white neck.

He muttered, "I haven't drunk East Asian blood yet."

After saying that, Dalton grabbed Ivy's neck and lowered his head to cut her throat with his sharp teeth.

At this moment, Moriarty, who had been standing silently, stepped back sideways.

Joshua, who had been accumulating strength behind him for a long time, rushed out with a silver knife in his hand, with the blade pointing at Dalton's calf.

"Woo——"

The train arrived at the station and there was a bustling crowd outside the window.

At the same time, Dalton screamed in pain.

He shook Ivy off and fell to the ground in pain, hugging his left leg which was emitting black smoke.

Ivy collapsed to the ground and touched her neck with her hand.

Fortunately, the teeth only left a shallow scar, and not much blood seeped out of the wound.

Looking at Dalton's ugly appearance, Walter's eyes sparkled.

He pushed aside Holmes in front of him and pounced on Dalton, and the two vampires immediately started fighting.

"This is difficult to handle. It will be hard to end if the noise is too loud."

Moriarty frowned as he watched the crowd pouring in through the car window.

Holmes snatched the silver knife from Joshua's hand, strode forward and stabbed Dalton's right shoulder hard.

"what--"

The sharp howl almost pierced the eardrums. Dalton fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth and his whole body shaking violently.

Walter was gasping for breath, tears streaming down his face. Resentment surged into his heart again at this moment, and he was about to grab the silver knife with his bare hands.

Fortunately, Holmes held his hand in time and helped him out of the car.

"Scotland Yard is here, just give them a verbal complaint, you guys..."

Moriarty looked at the two people sitting on the ground and shivering, and planned to call two policemen to come up and help.

"Ugh—" Joshua couldn't help but puff up his cheeks.

"Get out, get out, get out and throw up again!"

Moriarty panicked and frowned in disgust.

"Don't vomit here, I have to come over later!"

Joshua obeyed him very well, stood up and staggered out.

Ivy came to her senses, looked at the messy carriage, and took a deep breath.

Unexpectedly, she inhaled all the disgusting corrosive smell, and a huge wave rose in her stomach.

"vomit--"

Ivy still couldn't help it and rushed out with her hands covering her mouth.