BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 66's

He had to go to Robert and ask what the inspector meant.

Rolan glanced, seeing Marco not paying attention to him. “Alright,” he said resigned. “Let me just record my voice on the cassette so you can listen to it later.”

Marco laughed at hearing that. He patted his own thigh, then rose up straight. “Do not record, just make a copy of the report for me. Try to read it.”

“Lho, where are you going?” Rolan tidied up the files Marco put on the table.

“I need to come here and be there for a while, why do you want to know?” Marco menukas cold. He had to see Robert, then the Director of the Archive Center. He forgot to ask about the medallion necklace he still kept from Nolan.

“Let me know if there is anything else interesting,” he said while wearing a fedora hat. He called George and told him to prepare his coat and car and prepare to leave, but stopped when his shoes were on the doorstep. He remembered the doctor was not in Edgar's room at the time Nolan was caught. “Rolan, do you know much about the emblems and symbols?”

“Why? Does my face imply one thing or how?”

“Implying desire to be affixed?” grumbled Marco. “You seem to like mystical things and symbols. Do you know what this symbol is?” He took out a necklace in his pants pocket, and hung it in the air, letting the pendulum move left and right like a pendulum.

Rolan squinted, but unable to see, he stood up and walked closer to Marco.

“Wow, beautiful necklace,” he said in wonder. “Original gold, yes? Is this yours?”

“You know the emblem engraved on it?”

Rolan watched him for a while, then laughed discordantly as he nodded. “You can from the antique store? Or is this one of your bad jokes?”

“It looks like you know the meaning of the necklace.”

Rolan looked at Marco directly into his eyes, when capturing the seriousness of the eagle's eyes, he nodded slowly. “This necklace used in blood ritual.”

***

William struck each key with his fingers, first a slow tempo, then each beat moved faster in the stakato, filling every alley and hallway and room in his house. The song played alternates between major and minor tones, giving an odd impression that cannot be separated from the heart of the person who hears it.

The servants huddled in their respective rooms in agitation, whispering to each other with their roommates. Every time their new employer played that strange note, they were always feeling restless. There's something strange about his tone. There is something strange about the house that should not be traced when the day starts at night or before the sun shines. Their working hours only start when the sun is still visible, besides, they are required to stay in the room or do not have to go home all together if the day happens to be dark. This was already said at the time of the job interview, so no one felt the need to wonder anymore. Even so, each servant, both male and female, still felt a terrible unease.

Once, once, a servant member was missing one person. Young man who is always a lot of talk and full of curiosity. No one could remember his name, but the servants still remembered his face. They were all convinced that the man's servant must have broken another rule in the house; opening the door of the room after the sun was not seen. There was the sound of the door being opened and the cry of shock, like the sound of being ready one night, the voice of the young waiter who was easily curious. The other servants thought that the young man must have been caught sneaking around at night, then being fired that morning. Because, no one had ever seen his appearance again.

Things got even stranger, and some of the servants began to forget that a young servant was missing. Before that, the servants were the most anxious and asked William Bannet directly what had happened.

The owners of the houses where they work are very handsome and also polite, kind, smiling, and the salary given to the servants is also more than the standard commonly accepted at Bjork. They all worked cheerfully and vigorously during the day, but each time the sun disappeared, it was all as if reminded of the horror that awaited them in the room. No one can dismiss the strange feeling that everyone experiences at night every time they hear the sound of a piano game that is so beautiful and strange at the same time.

Everyone curled up under their respective blankets, enduring the fear. They knew that by the time noon came, the fear would be gone. But nothing could prevent the horror from sneaking in. They're like locked up. There is always the temptation to open the door and see what happens in the house actually at nightfall, but always, the fear is stronger. Behind their bedroom door, it felt like there was something they should not witness. Something scarier than the monsters in the storybook.

***

Sana gets a day off today, after Jack disappears. He met his acquaintance, Gladys, who also happened to be on holiday that day. Each waiter has a holiday once a week, arranged to rotate according to the decision of the butler. At first Sana just mince words asking how Gladys is doing and why the girl looks thinner, but the answer coming out of Gladys' lips is very unexpected.

“I'm so scared to work at my place now. I want to go out, but I'm also afraid to say. Our butler is a firm man.”

“Indeed why do you want to go out?” ask Sana concerned. He knew that in some places, the work of the servants was very heavy. Especially if the employer is fussy. Secretly he felt grateful, though the Argent family was very hard and disciplined, but working there was fun. “What ... sir there is cruel?”

“Eeeh, no. Mr. Bannet is a very good person.”

Sana's turn was shocked. “You work at Mr Bannet's house??”

The scream attracted the attention of many people. Some who passed by not only turned their heads for a moment, instead looking at the two with interest. The faces of Sana and Gladys immediately turned red, and the two quickly left while whispering.

“Why are you wearing such a loud scream, anyway?”

“How ended? You never told me that you worked in that flashy place!”

“How can? We'll only meet now after my last job!”

“Oh yes, that time you were in the old retired place Watson, yes.” Sana giggles.

Inevitably, Gladys smiled. “Yes, I can finally get away from that ignorant old man. Sometimes the jokes are outrageous. Like kids only.”

“He said, the more we get older, we actually turn back into children,” commented Sana while ago. He looked to the left and to the right, they had gone far enough, but Bjork was still full of people. There is no good place to gossip. Not to mention there were patrol police who always circled around with their mouths tightly closed. "Find a place to talk, yuk."