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

your mouth and

and tells me in a

to remind me of

nose, and we walk inside

Why does this

My God!

into the room and finally find Hamlin in

nose and neck

stands there

go over

breathing, but his body is still warm. It seems

be saved. I’ll call the

walk out of the house and

believe Frances. At least, I want

is there still

Hamlin out of

in the corridor is better. I hope

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

his body is getting lower and

I can

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