Operation Red Book

Chapter 220 Latina in the Freesia Cafe

Joshua slowly lowered his head and turned the potion bottle in his hand. There was still a lot of liquid left in it.

He rubbed his eyes, and the red bloodshot on the whites of his eyes became more obvious after rubbing.

Bell's busy figure appeared on the potion bottle. She picked up Ivy's upper body and moved her arms up and down.

Joshua quickly glanced at Bell, drank the rest of the potion in one gulp, and licked the inner wall with his tongue to make sure not to miss any trace of it.

"I always mix my potions with water, and the little bit left at the end won't do anything."

Bell seemed to have eyes on her back, and she saw Joshua's every move.

"Don't try to use drugs to awaken your mind. That is not awakening, but a deeper depravity... Starting tomorrow, I will prepare other potions for you."

“But it’s really useful…”

"Alas, there are always people who think they are better than doctors... You should eat something and get some rest."

Bell turned around and pointed at the figure on the bed.

"Just to take better care of Miss Ivy..."

Before he finished speaking, Joshua seemed to have gone mad suddenly, and started to eat the sandwich thrown aside like a madman.

He opened his mouth wide, stuffed the sandwich in, and swallowed it before he could even chew it twice.

"Ugh - cough cough cough -"

"Oh! Don't eat so fast. You haven't eaten for so long, your spleen and stomach won't be able to take it!"

Bell quickly handed Joshua a cup of warm sugar water and took away the half-empty sandwich.

Joshua lowered his head and kept spitting out dirty yellow sour water. His flaxen curly hair trembled along with his body, and his pale face turned waxy yellow after vomiting.

Seeing Joshua's haggard look, Bell pulled him into his arms with heartache.

She ran along Joshua's back and gently patted the back of his neck. Tears welled up in her eyes and her voice was filled with sadness.

"I'm going now. I know where that person lives. I'm going to call him over even if he asks me for the entire Mandela flower field."

"Thank you, Ms. Bell."

Joshua's voice was hoarse and as light as the white smoke rising from a distant chimney.

The sun hung in the white sky, casting its abundant sunshine on the people walking hurriedly on the earth.

Pedestrians came and went on the Stair Alley, and couldn't help but stop when passing by the cafe on the corner.

There was a constant stream of customers at the Freesia Cafe, with many people queuing up at the ordering counter.

The store manager and two short clerks were busy in the operation room, wiping the sweat that was pouring down from time to time.

"Mr. Moriarty, you are here!"

Bell said happily as they met outside the cafe where Moriarty was adjusting the suit jacket hanging on his arm.

"Ms. Bell, where are you going?"

Moriarty asked politely. He looked as upright as ever, with his golden hair fixed behind his head with mousse, shining brightly in the sun.

"I'm going to Mexico to find an acquaintance who may know something about Ivy's illness."

"Mexico? It would take a long time to go there..."

"So I'm going back to Ireland first, you know, my fireplace can go anywhere in the world."

"Haha! Sorry, I forgot that Ms. Bell is an almighty witch."

"No, otherwise I wouldn't have gone to look for that person. That person is the most powerful wizard..."

Ms. Bell's tone sounded a little lost, and her eyes were covered with a layer of sadness.

Moriarty was a little embarrassed. He maintained a rational smile and took the initiative to end the topic.

"Excuse me, how is Joshua doing lately?"

"Alas... Still the same as always, no food, no drink, no sleep, the documents on the table are piled up like a mountain, and Mr. Victor has also cancelled his attendance."

"Still unwilling to leave Miss Ivy's bedside?"

Belle's head shook like a rattle, she took a deep breath, and picked up the suitcase standing at her feet.

"Perhaps out of courtesy at work, he would return to his desk from time to time during the day. His eyes were fixed, like a hungry German Shepherd, and he would flip back and forth in the red notebook."

"At the slightest sign of trouble, they would rush into the treatment room and wait by the bed for hours."

Moriarty sighed deeply, his brows furrowed, and the corners of his mouth curved down at this moment.

Belle saw his worry and her tone turned serious.

"Is it bad news, Mr. Moriarty?"

"Mrs. Hudson returned to her hometown in Birmingham. Mr. Holmes was invited to Downing Street by his brother. The government seemed very dissatisfied. Scotland Yard was looking for traces of Chinese people all over the city."

"Ms. Ivy will be safe here. The original intention of the SCO was to protect innocent people, and all members keep this in mind."

Belle said this confidently, she glanced at the pocket watch in her pocket and put on a wide-brimmed straw hat with a daisy pinned on it.

"Don't put too much pressure on Joshua. He's in really bad shape. If the wind blows, his ribs will break."

With one final word of advice, Bell said a hasty farewell before joining the crowded crowd.

Moriarty chuckled and saluted goodbye to Bell's back.

After raising his head, his eyes turned from gentle to cold, and the corners of his mouth were stretched into a thin line.

He slowly turned his head, his black mamba-like eyes shooting towards the corner of the Freesia Cafe.

It was a figure dressed entirely in black, looking out of place amidst the plain-colored women's dresses.

Moriarty was sure that all the customers in the cafe were attracted by this figure.

The gentlemen frequently looked in that direction, and the ladies, after slapping their husbands, also looked towards the black spot in the corner.

It was a witch, Moriarty concluded silently in his mind, and a witch who had come all the way from South America.

The witch was wearing a tight black dress with a bodice covered with shiny black diamonds that sparkled blindly under the sunlight.

For men, what shines brighter than diamonds are breasts as big as hills and waists as small as ants.

For a woman, what is more dazzling than her figure is her caramel-colored skin and satin-like long black curly hair.

What attracted Moriarty's attention was the moonlight-like eyes. The quiet, indifferent and cold atmosphere reminded people of the black scorpion lurking on the girl's thigh.

The witch wore a wrinkled dark grey wizard hat on her head, with black tassels sparsely covering the upper half of her face, but this style made her charm even more intense.

Moriarty's vigilant eyes met the witch's eyes through the tassels, and the latter smiled slowly the moment their eyes met.

Thick red lips like petals with dew drops, a huge black poppy bloomed in the Freesia Cafe.

"There's a strange woman in the coffee shop."

Moriarty put his coat on Joshua's armchair, pulled up a wooden chair, and sat next to Ivy.

He took out a stack of curled newspapers, glanced at the unconscious girl on the hospital bed, and then let out a long sigh.

Joshua held the red book in his hand, holding the thin legs of his glasses with his left hand, and he almost wanted to put his head into the pages.

"I guess she's a witch from overseas, from Colombia or Venezuela. Anyway, she's a tough character. I didn't have a direct conflict with her."

"Please tell Victor about this later... Joshua, are you okay?"

Moriarty stood up, rolled up the newspaper in his hand, and waved it in front of Joshua.

The person opposite him didn't move at all, his whole heart wandering in the old papers of the red book.

What he just said was in vain. Moriarty sat back in the wooden chair, frowned and sighed heavily.

This situation has happened more than once or twice. Ever since Ivy lay on the hospital bed, Joshua has always been distracted from the world, intentionally or unintentionally.

How can we bring his spirit back to reality? The solution is quite simple:

"Ms. Ivy's eyelids seemed to move."

"What! Ivy's heart stopped beating?"

Joshua took off with a sprint, and the wooden chair with the backrest was knocked over. A huge crashing sound rang out in the room, and Joshua quickly stepped forward to cover Ivy's ears.

"Would you like a cup of tea to wake you up?" Moriarty pressed his swollen temples.