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

your mouth and

tells me in

need him to remind me of

mouth and nose,

strange. Why does this

My God!

anxiously into the room and finally find

nose and neck

he stands

also go over

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

saved. I’ll

out of the house and dial

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

there

call is over, Frances has taken Hamlin out of

is better. I hope Hamlin can

the ambulance, I touch Hamlin’s hand from

of his body is getting

fact, I can

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