BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 89

Hans and Gerald sat in a wooden chair, in front of a large flat wooden table, inside the Higgins cottage.

They stared at each other, feeling uncomfortable being in a place where their colleague was found dead without blood.

"Do you remember what your names are?" Rolan sat across from the two, tapping his finger on the table.

The two men nodded, then mentioned each other's names to prove themselves. Their gazes occasionally pounded on the mechanical objects on the table. It was filled with spinning iron wheels and had a trumpet-shaped funnel.

Rolan caught their eyes, then laughed as he shook his hand. "Calm down, it's just a phonograph. Who knows there are things we could know if this conversation was recorded. It's just my habit, really. Don't worry."

He pulled his chair closer, staring at the two Argent workers with a friendly smile from across the table. "You know what I want to hear. Mr. Wallace is dead, but you two were not ordered to kill him. Hm?"

"We didn't touch him" growled Gerald. Hans gave one nod in support.

"really? Actually, if you guys did accidentally harm him, it doesn't matter" said Rolan casually. "I understand that pigs are good at provoking."

"We didn't touch it" Hans said flatly. "Absolutely not."

Rolan knew the two men didn't do it. But he won't show that he trusts them.

"All right, I get it" he said. "Tell me what happened in that place. You can add each other. Nor will I blame or justify your actions. Whatever you do there, regardless of right or wrong, I don't care. I just need an honest full explanation. Even if you hit Mr. Wallace's baton in the head with a big mouth, I'm not going to rub it. Marco won't think too much about it either."

The last one is clearly a lie. The three of them knew it. Marco always cared about and thought about everything. Moreover, if there is something that is not in accordance with his plan.

"We didn't do anything to Mr. Wallace" Hans repeated quietly. "We cannot do anything beyond Mr. Marco's command."

Marco's workers were allowed to call Marco by his first name, in order to distinguish him from the other Argent calls. Marco gave his permission. And Rolan wasn't a person who cared about such things either, so he didn't mind Hans's call.

Gerald nodded in agreement to his colleague's statement. "We were ordered to guard him until Mr. Marco returned, so we looked after him."

"But you called George. You guys asked for coffee. That's great," Rolan grimaced. "Ah, don't tense up. I also need coffee to alert myself. Or do you intend to throw it at Mr Wallace?"

Gerald and Hans shook their heads together. Even though Rolan was already trying to melt the atmosphere, the two still looked tense. It was possible that the tension was because they were in the Higgins hut, but Rolan was unlikely to interrogate them inside the house. There are too many ears to hear. Jose could have suddenly appeared.

The Higgins cottage was a strategic place because no one dared to come here. And those inside could look around freely if doors and windows were opened, letting them know if anyone was approaching to eavesdrop on the conversation.

At least they don't look confused, Rolan thought. The first time the two big men realized, both of them just stared at each other in confusion, like they were not aware of where they were, why they were there, why they were there, what are their names and stranded in what year they are now.

"No Doctor, everything is still very clear" Gerald said quickly. "Me and Hans were feeling very sleepy. Mr. Wallace spoke of insolent things, knowing that we would not have touched them had it not been ordered by Mr. Marco. We are fed up with her, but strangely begin to feel very sleepy. We were afraid of being inattentive and overslept, so Hans called down to ask for coffee."

Hans nodded. "I called George because I didn't want any regular waiters to come and see what was going on in Mr. Marco's den." Now, he's looking at Gerald. "But the coffee didn't come soon, huh."

"True, the coffee came a long time ago. We're so sleepy."

"George immediately made the coffee and delivered it up as soon as you asked," Rolan asked, thinking whether he should have invited George. But the butler must be busy. Rolan intended to question him again later. He sat sideways, one hand holding the back of the chair. The right foot is raised above the left foot. "George makes coffee. It's only fifteen minutes. That's not long."

"But it feels like a long time, we're like waiting for an hour." Hans looked at Gerald, who immediately nodded in agreement.

"Then? What did Mr Wallace really say until you thought him crazy?"

"He's raving, Doctor. He said a bad thing about the Argent family."

"Say, otherwise, I won't be able to continue the investigation." Rolan persuaded, "Whatever information from you, Marco will be greatly helped."

Gerald took a breath. The rough flap moves according to the motion of the facial muscles. His eyes clouded as he reported what he had heard from Wallace.

"The fat pig said that the 'heel' was coming. He berated the Argent family with his dirty mouth, saying that Mr. Marco was blocking what they were trying to do. I don't know who 'they' are meant for, because every time we ask, the bastard laughs like crazy."

"We thought, maybe he'd gone mad" Hans tilted his finger in front of the forehead. "Sometimes people who are afraid often say crazy things, maybe they think it can help them to get out of trouble. Or out of reality."

"Wow, you know a pretty tough sentence," Rolan commented, making Hans blush in embarrassment. "It's okay, I like your choice. Continue in. Why is it that when George comes, you ask George to lock the door from the outside?"

Now Gerald rubbed his face, feeling uncomfortable. The sounds of fireworks were heard all the way into the hut, shaking the chest.

"Either because of his strange laughing voice or his empty threats, we felt very uncomfortable."

Hans nodded. "We felt like something was coming. We thought maybe George came to get coffee, but he didn't. George's steps are not like that."

"You can tell people apart in their steps?" Rolan raised his eyebrows, feeling skeptical.

"We have to know if it is Mr. Marco or not" said Gerald in surprise, as if Rolan's question was a very trivial and unnecessary thing. "We, the workers, can distinguish the sound of Argent's family steps."

Rolan gave a whistle of admiration, making the big man more excited to talk.