You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Mr. Walsh of the Blue Maple Group was dead?

It was not known whether the deceased was the older Mr. Walsh or the younger Mr. Walsh, but a life was lost anyway.

At this moment, Joyce felt cold all over. She felt so cold that her legs were trembling. She bent down to pick up the phone that fell to the ground, and her fingers were cold and stiff. She tried several times before she could finally pick up the phone.

She took another look at the news.

And then she thought about the phone call just now with Otis.

Otis said that the gift he had promised to her had been delivered. Did it mean that Otis killed Mr. Walsh? Yeah, there was a problem between her and the younger Mr. Walsh, but did he have to kill him?

How could he? Depriving people of their lives at will was simply vicious, horrible and incomprehensible.

She stood in the room. Her chest felt so stuffy that she found it difficult to even breathe.

No, she must go and see for herself what was going on.

She turned her head and looked at Anderson, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed. She walked up, covered him with the quilts and gave him another kiss on the forehead.

She just needed to know what happened and she would be back as soon as she could. It's still early, but hopefully she could make it back before Anderson woke up.

Changing into a loose, casual dress, she put on a camel-colored coat. As she walked out of the living room, she saw Luther sleeping on the couch when it occurred to her that Luther had slept in the living room last night and she had almost forgotten about him.

Luther was still sleeping, so she walked up and probed his forehead. The heat was completely gone.

It was also good that Luther was home. If Anderson woke up early, he could also take care of him.

She opened the apartment door gently and closed it gently as she left, afraid to wake them up.

She then quickened her pace to the gates and stopped a cab.

"Go to Hotel Dragon,” Joyce said to the driver.

was a murder at Hotel Dragon. The police must have arrived and the place is probably sealed off. What are you doing there? To see a dead person in the

park nearby and I'll walk in myself. I have

cab driver

the downtown, not far

in the car, and there were no new

news, the bigger the

been trembling all over. She even had goose bumps all over her body, and her

so I just turned on the air conditioning. Recently there is a big temperature difference between

you." Joyce

car and walked to Hotel Dragon. In

and some officers in white

of a familiar figure from far away, who was walking out from inside

Walsh. His right hand was wrapped in gauze. She stabbed him last time,

Hotel Dragon and, led by two police officers, he got into a

whistling of police cars, they then drove

younger Mr. Walsh was alive meant that the one who died

and got in from the back door of

observed the staff who were coming in and out of the scene. The police did not lock down the entire hotel,

and

staff members of the analysis center also walked into the

to whisper. “It's strange. I've been doing this job for a few years now, and I've

is stiff, and he seems to die of breathing paralysis. He should be suffocated. Like being strangled to death? But we can find no trace of him being

"More than that!"

on the back of his head, but it seems that he had bumped into the corner of the bed when he fell

of death is probably around five in the morning, or maybe six. Anyway, when I got here, there was still residual heat on the body of the

not the most

the most critical issue

checked the surveillance. After 12:00 last night, no one

horrible when you say

It looks like a homicide, asphyxiation. Yet no one ever entered

this job for so many years, and you still believe these unreliable theories of divine