BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 71's

“How do you think yourself?” Jose asked when he drove Nolan home. They had already parted ways with Sana, who insisted that she was fine and no longer needed to trouble her master. “You seriously think there's a demon in there?”

Nolan just put his shoulders down. “I'm getting curious what's south of the river. You too, right? Who knows, there's something interesting out there. What kind of people was that girl talking about just now?”

“I know your thoughts, Nolan,” murmured Jose fast. “It is better not to try to cross there. What else is alone.”

“My book is not as fast as it is, you know!”

“Mean her, I replaced her.”

Nolan turned his head, his blue eyes wide. Then, the girl laughed out loud. “What right do you have to replace my mother?”

Of course there isn't. Jose followed Nolan a bit behind, a little wonder why he was so stubborn and always wanted to see Nolan even if there was no need. Though the girl was really mocked and always said harsh words, also always threw a fierce look at her. Even so, Jose still found himself wanting to meet and talk to him. Sometimes a simple tweet from Nolan can even make him question again all the principles he has been holding, and that's interesting.

They arrived next to the tax building. Nolan ran and stopped in the middle of the bridge, looking left and right with an interested look. The river water is a little murky. There are also some fabrics and garbage stuck in aquatic plants.

“You looking for what?” jose asked astonished to see him wobble.

“White-white it. What do you think it is? Really trash that drifts?”

“You expect that what?”

“Something mystical. Something like... ” Nolan gives a ignorant smile when whispering, “hantu.”

Jose's back is bristling. His eyes automatically glanced at the mouth of the forest where he found Sana earlier.

He himself had just managed to persuade Nolan to cancel his intention of crossing the river. They were at the riverbank in the forest, before meeting Sana. Nolan was really like a solid ball, moving to and fro according to the wishes of his heart. If Jose hadn't found the girl at the right time, Nolan would've swam across. While walking back while arguing about the danger of the river flow, they both heard the voice of a girl's scream, which turned out to be Sana.

“I think you've been knocked when you saw the ghostly figure passing through your house," Jose reminded, making Nolan's face turn sullen. The girl seemed to regret telling me that she was afraid to see a black ghost passing by while she slept.

“It is precisely because of that,” Nolan said. His eyes glowed with determination. “I'll go there and find out. I should know what creatures live near where I live.”

Jose glanced at Nolan, knowing that the girl was being earnest. Freely prevent. All he had to do was keep an eye on her so Nolan wouldn't do anything dangerous.

***

Marco had just tidied up the book on the table when the door of his room was knocked from the outside. George came, informing him that there was someone waiting downstairs.

“I know, Wallace, right?” Marco could not help but smile. He has just been contacted by Krip, who tells him that Wallace came out of the house with a pale face and drove like a demon.

George himself was not surprised to see his employer knew who the guests were. Marco is always full of surprises. “True, Sir,” said. “Mr Wallace is waiting below. I've told him that Mr is on a break, but Mr. Wallace insists on waiting for Mr.”

As Krip reports, Wallace does look uneasy.

The man was very different from the arrogant-faced Archive Central Director who spoke to him yesterday while continuing to smoke cigarettes. Although it seems that he tried to look neat, Marco can see the cuff is not dikancikan, also his hair is slightly tangled, like ruffled. Wallace continued to stand up, sit down, and then walk again awkwardly toward the giant window that bounded the living room with a yard.

Marco walked in with a thud, making Wallace flinch and turn quickly, his puffer slightly swaying behind the embrace of the blue shirt he was wearing. “Mr Argent! Forgive me, interrupt your break time, hope you don't mind!”

“Actually, I do mind,” Marco said without mercy. He always enjoyed torturing people who needed him. Looking at Wallace's expression as well as body attitude right now, it was clear the man needed something.

Marco had some conjecture about something, but kept it in his heart. His hands were stretched out in a welcoming style, pointing at the Damascus-patterned long chair in the room. “Sit down, Mr. Wallace. George, prepare skotch.”

George moved naturally as ordered, but Wallace quickly shook his head. “I ... I just want to talk, if possible, four points only, really.”

Marco glanced at George, and the servant obediently walked out of the room, having previously provided and poured the drink at his master's command.

“So?” sue Marco when Wallace is silent.

The man looked around in wonder. His hand was busy wiping the sweat dripping from his round head. “Ap-what? You mean, right here? We do not move to ... more room ... private?”

“My guest room will not be entered by others, George keep outside.”

“But, that means my voice can still be heard by him, right?”

“My waiter doesn't like eavesdropping, let alone gossiping,” Marco said, now sharper than ever. His eyes squinted with a suspicious look. “If you don't trust my house, my room, and myself personally, then you can get out. There's nothing you can ask for or do for you.”

Wallace quickly shook his head. His monocele lens, which used to line his left eye, now hangs on a chain, swinging left and right across the chest. “I want to talk about ... about the necklace, of course you understand how heavy the problem is, right? Please don't think I'm being disrespectful. This is just sheer caution.”

Marco rubbed his silvery moustache out of gray hair. He had guessed that Wallace's arrival was solely because of the necklace. He had also expected that sooner or later, someone would come to his house related to the necklace, but he did not expect it to be this fast. And even Wallace himself. Though he had suspected that the man would not see him for some time to eliminate suspicion.

“His necklace ... is still in your place?” Wallace raised his face, staring with glaring eyes. It seems that between hoping or not hoping the necklace is still in Marco's hands.

“Please drink first, Mr. Wallace. Your voice is as trembling as your fingers are now, ” said Marco, deliberately distracting.

When Wallace sipped his drink, Marco said in a voice as dark as night, “I already know what the necklace means.”

Wallace chokes. Coughing. His eyes were red and full of tears from that cough. Watering nose. The man looked at Marco with a frightened face, his skin almost as pale as a corpse. “Tu-Master said what? What secret?” Then he was forced to laugh. Tasteless and stiff.

Marco smiled seeing his reaction. “Do you think I'm stupid, Mr Wallace? You think, if not from you, then I won't be able to know what this symbol means and what it means inside its pendulum?”