BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 13

“We will definitely find it,” Edgar said softly. He rubbed his wife's shoulders, giving her support. Even so his eyes were still as flat as ever, as if every word he spoke did not really come from within the heart.

“You'd better get some sleep, this business leave it to me.” Marco offered himself. He grabbed his sleeping kimono coat, then gave a short soothing nod to the three others in the room.

Edgar and Renata nodded back, but Jose wanted to stay on guard.

“I also want to keep watch,” said Jose.

“You can know tomorrow," Marco Menukas.

Jose shakes. “I deserve to know what happened at my house.”

Renata gave a small smile, but Marco refused. “You'll know tomorrow morning. Now just go back to your room.”

“No,” reject Jose. He was more and more riled up to hear the man's commanding tone. “Because I saw the intruder, I can definitely recognize him again if he gets caught."

Inside his head was a black hunchback figure that made a sniffing motion. Jose shakes, but tries to hide it. He hoped that no one would see that his body had briefly trembled just now.

“Just let him, Marco,” Renata say. He got up from the couch, followed by Edgar. “He can accompany you talk here.”

Marco curled his lips down a sign of dislike, but Edgar patted him on the shoulder twice, handing over the responsibility without saying anything.

“Alright,” Marco exhales, making Jose smile with satisfaction.

“Don't be too night Sweetheart, if sleepy just sleep.” Renata kissed Jose.

Jose replied with a light pat on his mother's back and a good night's greeting to his father. When his parents left the room, Marco walked to the right side of the room and picked up a cable phone to call the waiters on the first floor.

Jose buried his back in the soft foam of the sofa, watching his uncle who was asking for coffee.

“What do you want?” ask Marco.

“Anything,” says Jose Lazy.

Marco ordered the waiter to bring two cups of coffee.

“The figure sniffed,” Jose said when his uncle was done calling. “It looks all black indeed, but it's not a game of light.

Since the horses are noisy, I want to see what happens.”

Marco looked at Jose for a rather long time, then nodded once. “You told me earlier,” he said as he circled the table, put his ass in his chair. “It looks like no new information, just repetition. Do you think your uncle is senile?”

“You think of refraction and reflection of light as complicated physical effects?” Marco raised both his eyebrows high. “Try to open quantum theory, I want to hear what you think of it.”

“Uncle is a very expert person discussing things that are not the main points,” said Jose exasperated. “According to Uncle, what I saw was real?”

“Now you're starting to not be confident?” sahut Marco's. His hands moved around arranging the items on the table. Paper made into one with a pile of paper, pens placed according to color, books rearranged alphabetically.

“Not to be insecure,” he said while twitching his chin. “It feels like all this still can't be trusted.”

“What?” Marco raised his face, looking at Jose with a strange flash in his eyes.

“What I saw,” says Jose, “I still get goosebumps every time I imagine it. How does he sniff as if ... as if he can search by smell. Uncle knows, right? Like a dog or a cat or something. It feels terrible.” He finished the affirmation just now by rubbing his arm.

Marco took a breath. “We are dealing with something abnormal. You know for yourself Higgins died of blood loss, do you think that's normal?”

“Maybe it now looks normal because we don't know it,” Jose argued out of boredom. “Usually when looking at the lamp, humans also thought it was abnormal. It is strange that electricity can turn into light, but gradually along with education, we accept it as a knowledge. We know how and the light of the lamp becomes normal.” Jose's eyes flashed with gusto as he added, “Just because we don't know what's going on yet, not necessarily it's not normal.”

“Turns,” sigh Marco. “It is precisely because we do not know, that is why it is so abnormal. What is normal is what is common around us. So it is not wrong actually if you consider this Bjork phenomenon is an abnormality.”

“If Uncle had been open about the people who died, this would have been normal."

“How can it?”

“Of course you can! The police will be diligent in searching, the doctors will find out what methods are used to kill and from there trace the pattern. There are many great detectives in the whole kingdom."

“You forgot about the person sniffing and could be gone in half an hour?” Marco debated. “How do the doctors and detectives explain that?”

For a moment, Jose died a flea. He was worried about what to answer. “If Uncle wants to know how to explain them, Uncle should open this case to the public."

Marco shook his head slowly. “You don't know, Jose. There are a lot of things at stake here.”

Jose actually understood, but he still could not accept Marco's dishonesty. If his uncle could keep one big lie like this quietly, what about another secret? Could there still be lies behind Marco's calm face? Sure.

A lot of things to figure out, and Jose was confused where to start.

Maybe I should make a list, he thought. To help me think, which ones I already know and which ones I haven't.

Jose nodded in satisfaction, then got up to return to his room. Now he needs some personal time to think.

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