BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 20's

“What weight thing?” renata asked in surprise, then repeated his message to Edgar. Shortly after, the phone changed hands.

“What weight, Brother? Why should there be a barricade of everything?”

“Not barricade.” Marco signs for Gerald, who immediately moves to gather all the workers in front of Marco. “That's the seal,” he continued slowly. “So no one enters without your permission.”

For a moment there was only silence. Edgar seemed to be trying to absorb what Marco ordered.

“Alright,” said the man finally. Phone connection is closed.

“What's up?” ask Jose. He could feel the tension creeping out of every pore of his uncle. The man looked more serious than usual.

Marco glued his index finger in front of his lips, then hissed and shook his head. His uncle and Gerald spoke in hand sign language, then they slipped away from the western corridor.

“Where to?” ask Jose quickly. He stared at the unexamined rooms. They had only checked three rooms but Marco had already pulled back the workers, not even willing to discuss matters with him. He wanted to insist on staying to check the rest of the room, but cancelled the matter. The workers were not under his orders. Being stubborn will only embarrass yourself. So Jose stepped up to follow Marco. Walking in silence was his specialty, in an instant he had already taught his uncle.

“I actually saw it in the west wing corridor,” whispered Jose to Marco. “Not anywhere else!”

His uncle did not respond. Not even looking. Only the faint sound of friction steps above the marble floor could be heard that night.

To reach the rooms on the east wing, they had to go down the stairs first and back downstairs again, then down the hall and up the other floor to reach the east corridor. There is no direct link between the two wings of the house.

“Any,” whispered Jose slowly as they climbed the stairs. His eyes were staring around with concern. Marble ornaments, large vases, rows of paintings, all send signals to the entire nervous system of Jose, making his hair bristling inexplicably. “Any, this is too quiet,” he said slowly. “The waiters should be all awake, right?”

“Sssst!” only that hiss came out of Marco's lips.

“There should be a waiter standing guard in front of Father and Mother's room,” Jose said again, this time louder. He could see through the tail of his eyes that Marco was giving a sharp shot, but he did not care. What was important to him now was the condition of both of his parents. His heart was beating erratically and his palms were starting to stiffen from the cold. He opened and clenched his fingers quickly, trying to relax his hands. “Anna!” he shouted loudly, calling the name of one of his mother's ladies-in-waiting.

“Jose!” Marco chimed his call with a rebuke. “Are you crazy!? Don't scream!”

“Anna! Linda!!” Jose ignored his uncle, he cried louder and jumped further and further. It's weird and suspicious. There should be some servants staying. The strangest thing for him was his uncle. Marco should have caught the gaffe, but why was his uncle silent? Why do you stay like a thief in the house?

Jose didn't understand at first, but the silence made him understand.

His uncle wanted to catch the intruder, even if it meant having to make Edgar and Renata bait. That's why we have a conversation about the barricade. That tactic will work if what they are dealing with is humans.

Jose is tracking more steady and the jump is getting farther.

Behind him, the workers must have stared in wonder. His uncle might even be glaring furiously. Jose doesn't care. He felt he had to make sure his parents were okay.

He could see it now, the door of his parents' room facing south. The servants guarding are also there. Two of the ladies. Both are on the floor. Sleeps.

No, it's not sleep. Jose felt as if the horror had turned into a gas, entered his lungs and strangled him, rendering him unable to breathe.

Anna closed her eyes, her head drooping weakly on Linda's shoulder. But Linda herself opened both her eyes, like a glare of fear. Jose was hit with nausea. His stomach was heartburn and his back was shivering. He thought the lady was dead.

Behind him was the sound of footsteps. Marco and the workers had forgotten the intention to arrest the intruder because Jose was already screaming.

“What's with—“ Marco's greeting is truncated upon seeing the condition of two people on the doorstep.

There was the sound of the sound of the jolt of breath and the jolt of the workers. For a moment everyone just kept quiet, letting silence take over the dialogue for them.

Marco was first aware. As usual, he clapped his hands loudly twice, gesturing to draw attention. Even Jose had subconsciously turned his face and looked at Marco. He had only seen his uncle's face for the first time.

His two eagle eyes flashed with a highlight that Jose had never found. It was like a feeling .. humiliated.

“Gerald,” Marco calling. “Bring these two dayers down, they're alive! They're just shocked!”

Jose returned the view forward. Indeed, when properly observed, Linda's body twitched in a constant stream of breath. That woman is alive. So did Anna.

The workers also exhaled with relief knowing no one else had died in the family home. Nothing yet, errat Jose in heart. He must ensure the condition of both parents now.

“Dad? Mother?” Jose headed for the door as soon as the two ladies' bodies were shackled down to the maid's room. “Dad? It's me!” his voice grew higher because there was no answer.

“Check all other rooms,” command Marco while stretching hands. “Five people stay here with us!”

The group soon formed itself and did as Marco ordered. If the circumstances were different, Jose would have admired his uncle's charisma and authority. But now the condition is other. His first priority is to know what happened to his parents.