BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 78's

Marco threw a piercing sharp look at Rolan, making the doctor automatically close his mouth with his hands while blushing in shame.

"That's great, Rolan. What is the point of being secretive? You just yell at everyone what we know." Marco rolled his eyeballs. Rolan's recklessness was really unusual. Doctors are always good at closing their mouths. Rolan was a cautious man, therefore Marco believed him.

The series of unusual things today made Marco even more uncomfortable.

"Sorry," murmured Rolan. "This forest feels really stifling. I'm getting nervous."

As if supporting Rolan's statement, air rippled past them, forming a swipe of rolling wind. The leaves crumpled above them. In a flash, everyone stopped from their jobs to look up, to where the voice came from.

Marco does not believe in the mystical, but he begins to believe the forest can indeed manipulate people. The atmosphere makes people feel uncomfortable, like being watched closely.

"So, what did you mean?" Rolan returned his gaze forward, looking at Marco carefully. He whispered, "Master W passed by? You sure?"

Marco nodded. "George contacted me through the errand boy. He's clearly saying that Hans and Gerald failed to do their job. No translation except death."

"What about Hans and Gerald?"

"I can't be sure. I have to go home now. Clearly, they're not dead."

"I'm not comfortable hearing your choice."

Marco grimacing. "If you want to hear a phrase that makes you comfortable, don't ask me."

"Of course not, for God's sake, as if you could make people comfortable!" Rolan turned the eyeball. "Why can he pass? I don't think he's the kind of guy who dares to kill himself."

In his history of dealing with dirty things, Rolan not infrequently found people who would rather bite his tongue to break up and die from bleeding than have to open his mouth. There are also stories of people swallowing poison to keep information from falling to outsiders. Wallace was definitely not included in such reckless groups. Looking clear from his fear and greed, he was the type of person who thought of himself.

"We'll know later. I have to arrange a lot of things. I have too much to rethink. Moreover, there will be a festival tonight."

"Should I come back?" Rolan asked. "Here it's been taken care of by the forensic officer and Robert. I don't think there's any need for me here."

"You stay here" Marco said. He recalled the way Robert looked at him, as well as some of the things that bothered him from the inspector. There are many things that he needs to make sure. "Night, I need to know in detail what's really going on. And you should be able to report to me."

Rolan relaxed his shoulders. Wallace's death did not bother him at all, although in his heart, he wanted to be the one to eliminate the puffer with his own hands.

When Marco disappears from view, Rolan sees that people are already starting to improve. Damkar officers built a makeshift bridge for police officers, but they themselves have been gone for some time. The police officers themselves have started to leave the CTF. Robert was talking to two of his men.

"Why is everyone in a hurry to leave?" rolan asked in surprise to himself. He had just stepped forward to meet Robert when an answer was thrown at him.

Rolan moved his head, turning stiffly. Five steps from where he was standing just now, slightly covered by the back door of the ambulance that opened, a pair of young men stood side by side, staring at him with strangely shining eyes.

Rolan recognized the look in the eye. Curiosity mixed with horror. His back was like a light electric dialysis.

"When were you there?!" angry spray. His heart was pounding, hammering until it banged on the eardrum.

"We've been here since, before Uncle came and talked in whispers." Jose responded.

"Oh great, who taught you to eavesdrop on other people's conversations? Your new friend?" sindir Rolan's.

Nolan glares. His face always seemed to be offended, but this time the boy was really angry. "You're accusing me of eavesdropping?"

"What are you guys doing anyway? Tea party?" rolan's reply was jittery at the volume of Nolan's voice. The boy's mouth was like the bells of the town hall, so loud.

"Who is eavesdropping?! You walked near us yourself! Wrong yourself talking don't look around! If you don't want to be heard by anyone, you can sink into the swamp and talk from the bottom of the river!"

"Nolan," Jose immediately reprimanded, but lost quickly.

Rolan had already moved quickly closer and pulled Nolan's collar until the boy was lifted up. He shook the boy's neck. "Be careful when you talk to me, son," she whispered softly, threatening. "You don't know what a doctor can do to you. I brought sewing equipment in a medicine box. What if your little mouth is stitched, huh? You likey? Maybe that'll make this little mouth shut up!"

"Uncle, put him down." Jose said carefully. He could see that Nolan's toe had been lifted off the ground. "He was reckless, but he didn't mean anything bad. He has always had a rough mouth. After all, we both heard nothing. We didn't even know that the one talking was you."

Rolan turned his head, looking into Jose's eyes deeply. The young man returned his gaze with the same strength. After looking at each other for almost a minute, Rolan finally released his hand grip on the collar of Nolan's shirt. The girl fell to the ground, coughing.

"You'd better not hear anything, Jose, '" Rolan whispered. He approached his nephew without letting go of eye contact. Jose heard everything, he was sure of it. "Even if you hear something, it would be best if you keep pretending you don't know, Jose."

Rolan patted Jose's cheek twice, then gripped the young man's shoulder as an affirmation.

Jose grabbed his uncle's hand, then threw it aside. He patted his own shoulders like he was getting rid of dust.

"There's no need to teach me about pretending, Uncle. I've done better than anyone in Bjork all this time." He took a step closer to Rolan, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Maybe for Uncle, I'm still a nephew. Therefore even though I was 23 years old, Uncle still treated me like when I was 4."

Jose's eyes darkened and his countenance grew cold as he raised his face, as if he had taken off his friendly mask and replaced it with another mask made of ice. "But even so I hope Uncle doesn't forget that Uncle is talking to an Argent." He patted Rolan twice on the shoulder in return. "No one can ever rule an Argent. No one ever could. Or he'll be sorry."

Jose didn't wait for Rolan's response. He did not even look at his uncle's expression as he passed by the doctor. Jose grabbed Nolan's arm who had been staring at them, asking him to leave.

***