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

tells me

him to remind me of

cover my mouth and nose, and

strange. Why does this smell appear at

My God!

the room and

over, and puts his hand on Hamlin’s nose and neck to

stands there

also go over

is not breathing, but his body is still warm. It seems that he hasn’t been

saved.

quickly walk out of the house

know if I subconsciously want to believe Frances. At

there

taken Hamlin out of

air in the corridor is better. I hope

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

temperature of his body

can guess

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