BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 77's

Did someone move the body?

Marco began to imagine a corpse that could walk on its own in ancient stories. I think Bjork has that kind of myth. In his head also came the shadow of the dried bodies he had found before, all of which he buried in tombs without a headstone.

Marco never investigated whether the body had been there long or had been moved. When finding a corpse, the weather was always in a bad state, as if nature had cursed anyone who had killed humans in such a cruel way.

"Call Robert" Marco whispered, "have his men shut up about this."

"Where can? You can see the police and rescue workers coming in droves in vehicles. Everyone knows something's going on here!"

"Well, whether you can or not, it's Robert's business to think about, not yours."

Rolan sighed in surrender. He had just turned to call Robert when his eyes hit the inspector's dark brown eyes. Robert had been staring at him, not since when. The man did not take his eyes off or nod, or give another greeting. Robert just stared at Rolan straight, making the doctor gulp nervously.

"He's been looking over here" he murmured to Marco. "I don't like the way he looks."

"If the way he looks makes other people like him, he won't be a cop" Marco said.

As Rolan stepped away, Robert automatically walked over. Not to Rolan, but to Marco.

"There are more bodies" the Inspector muttered in a hostile tone, as if the appearance of a corpse in Bjork was Marco's responsibility. His eyes looked accusatory. Although he always helped the Argent family from behind, it was not at all he did with pleasure. He just felt he had no choice. Argent stuck his nails too deep into the city of Bjork. "Someone put it there, put the body away, for whatever purpose."

"Too many people here, Rob," Marco muttered unhappily. "The deal is, this kind of thing should be far from the eyes and ears of a civilian."

"You wish how? Your own bangs calling the patrolmen and Damkar! Just tell him to shut up! Besides the body is different, it won't make a stir."

"I don't want to know. The condition of the corpse should not be exposed. Jose my business. Your business is a public thing."

Different bodies but have the same modus operandi.

A body like that was just put on the scene.

His blood is still there.

Marco was still busy pondering all his new mysteries as his eyes caught the figure of someone running through the forest, closing in on him. A skinny man wearing a red pet hat. Message courier for the Argent family.

"But this is a good thing" Robert continued. Both of his hands were folded in front of his chest while his eyes watched the arrival of the photographic and latent parts. Most civilians managed to be kept away a little. "I mean, we've been wanting to comb through this southern forest for a long time. If only we didn't have to keep this a secret, I would have deployed a special unit to tear apart the forest contents. I've been itching to know what's behind this dark slum."

Marco gave his excuse politely, ignoring Robert's offended face. He walked to the errand boy who was blocked by police officers.

"Good afternoon, sir," greeted the man as he hurriedly took off the pet hat he was wearing. Marco pulled him aside, away from the crowd.

"Butler George sent me," the man continued, crimping his hat on his chest.

It was not unusual for George to contact Marco. Usually, the butler often sends a messenger when he wants to convey an important message.

"There, Sir. But George Butler didn't tell me anything, just asked me to come tell him that something important happened."

Marco's heart was beating faster. "Are Hans and Gerald okay?"

"Both are fine, sir, but the one with them is not good. Butler George said, This is related to Mr.'s guest."

That answer made Marco want to explode on the spot. "What do you mean?" he still tried to calm down. He inhaled a deep breath of air, expecting tranquility from the scent of foliage, but what he smelled was even a slight foul smell of damp wood.

"Mr.a.s.ses Hans and Gerald to look after a guest" said the errand boy in front of him in a soft and patient tone. Even so, his voice was indeed slightly trembling. "I felt ashamed to have to say this, but, both of them failed to carry out their duties. That's all I know."

"What do you mean?"

"I really don't know, Sir. Butler George just asked me to say that and I can't know more. You know that I am just a messenger. I never reduce or add to the message I carry."

Marco understands. He nodded, then waved his hand, asking the man to leave. When he came back to talk to Robert. The police inspector immediately charged him with questions.

"Why? That was your errand boy, wasn't it? What the hell's going on? I heard Hans and Gerald's names!" Robert knew that Hans and Gerald were two Argent workers who knew about the dry bodies.

Marco did not respond to any of Robert's questions. He needs to go home soon. "I need to talk to you later. Come to my house in the middle of the night."

"Where can it be?" rebut Robert quickly. "You don't remember what day it is? The festival! We'll be busy!"

Marco stop. "Festival?"

There is an annual festival in Bjork.

"Why are you? Have we talked about this before? You yourself asked me to increase the security to the maximum because the annual festival is still held," Robert frowned. "Don't you say, because the trade leaders asked, so the annual festival remains open?"

"I know," said Marco. He did see for himself the festival preparations made since yesterday afternoon. He has also discussed this with several city councils. Somehow, it seemed like all those memories had been forgotten for a moment. Marco tried to convince himself that it must have been due to the various surprises that came in a row with him today, but on the other hand, Marco himself felt astonished. He usually never forgets anything.

Ignoring Robert who was still asking other questions, Marco walked quickly to where Rolan was. The doctor was talking to one of the forensic officers. Seeing Marco coming, Rolan immediately ended his conversation and covered to a quieter place.

"Your face is very grim. People will think that the dead man is your own daughter" Roan reclined as he leaned against the forensic car.

"You're sure you saw William Bannet come out of our territory, right?" Marco shot straight.

Rolan turned his shoulders. "You mean when we left? I saw his car turn a corner. If he comes back after we're gone, it's not my responsibility, is it? What's wrong?"

Marco took a breath. He looked into Rolan's eyes deeply and said, "W is past."

Rolan. "Mr Wallace? How come?"