BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 63

“Total is one hundred and twenty-three people, including Lord Dominic and also our Jack. I'm separating the people who haven't seen his body and the ones we've found.” He pushed the papers he had just written to Marco. “Special for the ones we've found, I can give you information from their height to what their last meal was. I don't know what it means, but maybe we can find something from there.”

Marco had already finished the coffee in his cup. Rolan actually preferred tea over coffee, but because he was lazy to make the waiters bother even more, he simply lifted the cup and sipped the coffee. The biscuits in front of him were so tempting, but Rolan did not lust touch a single one. He even went back to tracing the writing of his chicken claws, early data that has not been tidied up. There were tea stains, ink-stained fingerprints, and other scribbles on the edge of the paper. While waiting for Marco to finish reading his report, Rolan tried to retrace his data.

Something was bothering him when he copied just now. Something he doesn't know exactly. The peculiarity was truly disturbing, as if something was important but he had carelessly forgotten it.

What do these people have in common? Rolan scratched his temple in confusion. At first glance he could see a smile on the corner of Marco's lips.

Not too surprising for him. He knows that Marco likes challenges and puzzles. But what is before them now is directly related to the fate and life of a human being. Every time he thought about it, Rolan got fed up with the joy he saw showing up to Marco.

“Marco,” murmur Rolan slowly. He raised his face, his hands reaching out to attract attention. “What I see is only one equation here.”

“That most of the victims have no history of drinking alcoholic beverages?” review Marco directly.

“Ho, you are aware of it too?” Rolan rubbed his jaw. “I did not find any similarities in them as a whole, but in some people there is indeed a similarity.”

“Ya,” Marco nodded. “At first women, mid-twenty. Then it did change. Try reclassifying by gender, then date.”

Rolan turned the eyeball. He pulled another file out of his bag. Marco gave him a sharp look, but the doctor just laughed and said, “I've been compiling it for a long time."

“I praise your efficiency,” Marco said satisfied.

Rolan. Speaking of efficiency, he remembered the efficiency of Marco's people. Still fresh in his mind at that time, on a stormy night, when Marco rode into his house, accompanied by the Inspector and also the paid men. Without much ado, the men immediately put the body bags filled with dried corpses, then regardless of the heavy protest from Rolan as the owner of the house, the people were busy warming themselves.

Rolan gasped in surprise. That memory brings with it other memories of him. Just as he was about to say it to Marco, the door was knocked from the outside.

George is coming. The Butler finished compiling the information, then reported it to Marco and Rolan according to what he saw. Joachim, the pet-hatted skinny man who caught up with Marco on the street, saw Jack with Sana in the servant's room. George sees Jack in the kitchen, bringing a sack of flour to the cook. Margie saw Jack running to the back of the house. Sana last saw Jack when George came and rebuked. Some other workers saw Jack with Gerald.

“If seen, last time Margie saw it,” Rolan said. “We just ask him.”

Marco nodded, and George immediately called to the first floor where the servants were. A few minutes later, Margie showed up. The middle-aged woman was wearing a black maid uniform. His gray brown hair was tightly tied back in a bun, leaving no strands of hair on his wrinkled face. His two greenish eyeballs looked at the two men inside the study room respectfully, though fearlessly.

Responding to Rolan's question about Jack, Margie said briefly and clearly, “Last I saw him, after he helped the kitchen waitress bring stock of food and goods that came for this week. Then he walked to the back of the house, it seemed to be heading towards the care ward.”

“You didn't reprimand him?” Rolan frowned. He acts as a spokesman in this matter. Marco was just watching silently beside him. Marco prefers to appear as a cold man who rarely speaks.

Margie shook her head in response. “At that time I was taking care of another waiter; there was a new waiter who even littered the carpet with charcoal. Anyway ...”

“Again?” demand Rolan.

“Again, Jack is indeed quite frequent to the care ward behind.”

Margie was silent for a while, looking like she was wondering what she should say.

“Margie,” Marco mendehem, finally speak up. “You know Bjork is being overwhelmed by strange events. People disappeared without their whereabouts known. Until now, none have been found. Even the body.”

Rolan silently turned the eyeball.

“This time your coworker, Jack, suddenly disappears. We certainly do not expect anything bad to happen to him, but maybe he accidentally entered also in this strange happening.” Marco's voice was full of intonation, so persuasive. “Whatever information from you, no matter how small, may be important.”

Margie hastily replied, “I'm sorry Sir, it wasn't my intention to be silent. I think it's a little bit surprising. I'm thinking about how to say it.”

“What is it?” Rolan.

“Looks like he's meeting Linda and Anna, sir. Some servants sometimes hear people talking. You know, Jack and Higgins are very familiar, like father and son. Some people think, he might want to find out what happened actually happened,” Margie said slowly. “Circulating gossip among the servants that Higgins died in an unnatural way, time knowing that Linda and Anna were traumatized by something, Jack thought it had something to do.”

Marco and Rolan looked at each other in silence, exchanging information.

Could this really have something to do? But where is the red thread? Marco sighing. He had just opened his mouth to send Margie outside, but Rolan asked again.

“Where did you know that the one who spoke to Linda and Anna was Jack?”

Margie gnashing. “Doctors Mean?”

“I mean, anyone who heard it? Has anyone seen it directly?”

Marco frowned, asking with an eye to Rolan, if all the questions had anything to do. Rolan nodded in return.

“May, Shina, Era, the three of them had heard the voice of a man speaking inside the care ward. Not Doctor Rolan's voice, younger and taller. All that sounds like it here is Jack, sir. She's the youngest.”

Rolan rubbed his jaws, without a second thought immediately decided, “Call those three people here. I need to ask you something.”

When Margie nodded and left, Marco immediately asked, “Why? You found something?”

“To be exact, I ’remember’ something. Remember when you came stormy night to me while carrying .. ahem,” Rolan close his head while whispering, “mayat.”

“Do not speak vulgarly so when the door is unlocked,” muttered the old man next to him.

Rolan turned his shoulders. “Alright, let's just call it Dry Fish, or whatever you like. Hows it? Remember?”