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 gas

mouth and

turns to me and tells me

I need him to remind

and nose, and we walk

this smell

My God!

run anxiously into the room and finally find Hamlin in

on Hamlin’s nose and

he stands there

over

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

saved. I’ll call the

that, I quickly walk out of the house and dial

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

there

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

is better. I hope Hamlin can

the time of waiting for the ambulance, I touch

his body

I can guess

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