In My Desperate Time

Chapter 332: 332 Dead Men Tell No Tales

Of course, I go with Frances.

Otherwise, I’m not sure whether Frances will play tricks in private or not.

Hamlin lives in a single apartment in the suburbs. When we get to his home, Frances knocks at the door.

There is no response inside.

He knocks at the door again, and there is still no response.

Maybe he is still working outside at this time.

Or maybe it’s just a play directed and performed by Frances. Actually, Hamlin doesn’t live here at all.

"In fact, you know no one will open the door at all, right?" I stand behind him and say coldly.

Frances puts down his hand, suddenly raises his leg and gives the door a good kick.

The door that is not solid is kicked open.

As soon as the door opens, I smell a pungent smell.

I’m familiar with the smell.

Last time in the kitchen, I almost died because of the smell.

a

mouth and

turns to me and tells me in

I need him to remind me

and nose, and we

does this smell appear at

My God!

the room and finally find

nose and neck to

he stands there in

go over and check

breathing, but his body is still warm. It seems that he

saved. I’ll

quickly walk out of the house and dial

I subconsciously want to believe Frances. At

is there still a

call is over, Frances has taken Hamlin out

better.

the time of waiting for the ambulance, I touch Hamlin’s hand from time to

body is getting lower

fact, I can guess

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