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

mouth and

tells me in

him to remind

my mouth and nose, and we

Why does this smell

My God!

run anxiously into the room and

Hamlin’s nose and neck to

he stands there

also go over and check Hamlin’s

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

saved. I’ll call the

quickly walk out of

Frances. At least, I want Hamlin to tell

there

over, Frances has taken Hamlin out of the house and puts him in

better. I hope Hamlin

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

his body is getting lower and

I can guess

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