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 gas

your mouth

and tells me

to remind

nose, and

strange. Why does this smell

My God!

anxiously into the room and finally find Hamlin in the

hand on Hamlin’s nose

stands there in

over

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

saved. I’ll

I quickly walk out of

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

is there

has taken Hamlin out of the house and puts him in

is better. I hope Hamlin can

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

body

I can guess

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