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.

is a

mouth and

turns to me and tells

him to remind

and nose, and

Why does this smell appear

My God!

room and

goes over, and puts his hand on Hamlin’s nose and neck to see if he is still

stands there

also go over and check Hamlin’s

warm. It seems that he hasn’t

may be saved. I’ll

I quickly walk out of

I subconsciously want to believe Frances. At least, I want Hamlin to

is there

Frances has taken Hamlin out of the house

the corridor is better. I

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

temperature of his body is getting lower and

can

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