BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 74's

Rolan's voice and expression were calm, but his eyes looked solemn.

“Mr Argent!” Wallace shouted at Marco, his eyes seeking a defense, though without another word being said.

Rolan turned to Marco to see his reaction. There was no witty light in the doctor's eyes.

“Why?” Marco shrugged his shoulders. “So I haven't told you, huh? Mr. Wallace is yours. It's up to you to treat her how.”

“Argent!” Wallace is screaming. His body shook the chair. “You will not get away with this! Even if Robert is with you! You will not escape!!!”

“Yeah, how long do you think he's been in a world like this?” Rolan now turned back to Wallace. His smile was cold without mercy. “You weren't the first director he threw at me. Robert was not the first police inspector to work with the Argent family. You think you're special? Well, now, let me take the tang first.”

While Rolan stirred up the contents of the bag, looking for what kind of torture equipment, Wallace began to re-collapse and rampage. Had his hands and feet not been tied tightly to the seat, he would have rolled around destroying this room. But Wallace is bound. All he could do was make the chair sway with wild movements. Marco was silent looking at all that. He knew how much he loved Yvone, his late wife. The poor girl died from falling down the stairs, but people spread rumors that Rolan was using her for experiments. Wallace has crossed his line.

When Rolan managed to find his metal pliers with the exclamation “Aha!”, the phone in the room rang. Marco picked it up, because he was the closest to the phone. It's a connection from the bottom, from George.

“Why?” rolan asked as soon as he saw Marco's expression change.

“There is a guest,” said the man while putting his handle in its original place.

Wallace's lips were wide open. The man laughed, though his face remained pale. There's no red color in there.

Rolan had no idea what was funny from the news about the guest. His nose frowned at the smell of piles. His eyes stared around, finding a puddle of water under Wallace's chair. The man had wet the bed when he pulled out the pliers just now.

“I'll see my guest first, you better not mess with Wallace,” Marco's orders.

“Cannot I guarantee,” welcome Rolan cold, still clutching the iron pliers in hand.

Marco did not respond. He quickly walked out after grabbing a coat from the hanger. At first glance, he heard the sound of Rolan speaking in a soft voice, then the voice disappeared when the door of his room was closed.

Two guests came at once on the same day.

What makes Marco surprised and excited is the arrival of the second guest today.

Sir William Bannet.

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“No, people will not be able to cross this river by walking,” Jose said when he saw the swift currents and the depth of the river.

They again turned on the river bordering two forests in southern Bjork. Jose was tired of all this. He still wanted to research at the Archive Center or go to Krip's place, but Nolan immediately ran into the river after hearing Sana's story, leaving Jose with no choice but to accompany the girl.

“You actually do not need to accompany me, kok,” said Nolan when he saw the look of bored Jose. His heart ached a little to see no interest there. Though he thought Jose would understand his interest. “I can do it myself. This is my house, my place! I just want to see what's really going on over there.”

Jose ignored Nolan. His eyes stared fixedly at the water current in front of them. “The river is wide, the middle is deep, and the current is strong."

"Two meters is wide! If you are reckless, your little body will only be carried away by the current and then disappear until the sea.”

“Small?! I am seventeen!”

Jose felt like he wanted to catch Nolan and say that what he meant was not a matter of age. But it was cancelled because he felt it would make him equal on a childish level to Nolan. Instead, Jose went to the riverbank, looking for a slightly shallow section.

“Maybe we can make a bridge,” Nolan throws a proposal because of a slap.

“With what? Tree trunk?" Jose looked around. The trees around them were so fat and old, but the branches were thin. "Nobody is strong enough to be a bridge."

“There must be. Here are many long and large trees!”

Jose took a breath. “Search for more reasonable proposals, try.”

They walked further and further, until Nolan suddenly stopped in place, like crashing into a transparent wall.

“Why?” jose asked, astonished to see the girl glued across the river. He turned his head, following Nolan's gaze, and his blood rippled along as soon as he found the same focal point.

White ghost.

Nolan dragged his shoes backwards until his back hit Jose. The girl grabbed onto Jose's arm, clutching his hand tightly, her two blue eyeballs glaring.

The trees were like docked, making the air around them turn congested. The wind even seemed trapped, causing a piercing cold to the bone marrow. Both of them heard the heart thumping sound, making them wonder who the thump they heard belonged.

They froze in place for a long time. Even Nolan did not dare to breathe. Then Jose made a soft voice. “Nolan, I guess .. it's human.”

“Man? Across the forest?” Nolan finally managed to find his voice, albeit only in the form of a whisper. His entire body was cold hot at this moment. But after taking a quieter look, Nolan only realized that the shape was indeed human-like. The man who sits.

In front of them, just across the river, blocked by grasses and weeds growing to knee-high, the two could see towering and dense trees, covering the path of the sun. There was a gap between the trees, showing a woman sitting leaning against a tree. His two hands were hanging on the sides of the body, palms were clinging to the grass.

The dress is dull white. Her brown hair looked black as it was dark, unraveling in front, covering the face. The girl sat with both legs folded in front, knees attached to the chest. At first glance, what was seen by the eyes of Jose and Nolan was the ghost of a long-handed midget who stood behind them.

“Nona!” jose exclaimed while shoving both hands in front of his mouth. “Nona! You okay?!”

“What's he doing there?” nolan whispered, still horrified. He shifted away from Jose in a step, feeling ashamed that he had just acted like a child.  “Is he sick? Is that a human or a doll?”

“Stop, Nolan,” murmured Jose slowly, not realizing Nolan had gone three steps away from him. “Once you know, but I don't feel good.”

“You think I feel good?” hiss Nolan was as slow. He instead attached the mouthpiece to the front of the face, then shouted loudly, “Ooooooiiiiii!!!!! That one over thereaaa!!! Did you hear kamiiii???”

“He should have heard, if sober,” Jose worried. He turned back and forth between the other side of the river and the direction to the forest opening that led to the field. "What time will the fog come?" tanyakanya.

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