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.
This is a gas leak!
"Cover your mouth and nose."
Frances turns to me and tells me in a deep voice.
Do I need him to remind me of this?
I cover my mouth and nose, and we walk inside carefully.
That’s strange. Why does this smell appear at home?
My God!
I run anxiously into the room and finally find Hamlin in the chair.
Frances goes over, and puts his hand on Hamlin’s nose and neck to see if he is still breathing.
Then he stands there in silence.
I also go over and check Hamlin’s breathe.
Hamlin is not breathing, but his body is still warm. It seems that he hasn’t been poisoned for gas for a
long time.
"He may be saved. I’ll call the ambulance!"
With that, I quickly walk out of the house and dial 120.
I don’t know if I subconsciously want to believe Frances. At least, I want Hamlin to tell me the truth.
But is there still a chance?
By the time the call is over, Frances has taken Hamlin out of the house and puts him in the corridor.
The air in the corridor is better. I hope Hamlin can be saved.
During the time of waiting for the ambulance, I touch Hamlin’s hand from time to time.
The temperature of his body is getting lower and lower.
In fact, I can guess the result.
But I don’t want to give up easily.
By the time the paramedics arrive, Hamlin’s body is almost completely stiff.
"Sorry, he has no vital signs."
The doctor shakes his head and says to us regretfully.
"I see. Sorry to trouble you."
I say in a dull voice, watch Frances pay for the ambulance and watch the paramedics leave.
Hamlin is dead.
How can there be such a coincidence in this world?
As soon as we come to him, he is dead at home by accident.
Actually, I don’t believe this is an accident. I prefer to believe that this is a conspiracy.
And the person who kills Hamlin, except Frances, I can’t think of anyone else.
I turn to Frances and sneer, "Are you satisfied with the result? Hamlin is dead. Dead men tell no tales.
No wonder you dare to bring me here. You have already planned everything well."
Frances smiles at me helplessly and says, "You have been by my side since I made the call. How can I
have a chance to do this?"
"You don’t have to do this yourself. As long as you give a look or some secret words that I don’t
understand, someone will help you do this."
"You don't have to do this yourself. As long as you give a look or some secret words that | don’t
understand, someone will help you do this."
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