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

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

cab

the downtown, not far from

news in the car, and there were no

shorter the news, the bigger

and more anxious and she had been trembling all over. She

turned on the air conditioning. Recently there

you." Joyce said

driver drove the car to the vicinity of Hotel Dragon. Joyce got out of the car and walked to Hotel Dragon. In front of the hotel, there

and out, and some officers in white overalls were

figure from far away,

Mr. Walsh. His right hand was wrapped in gauze. She stabbed him last time, and the wound must not

a disheveled, ashen face, walked out from inside Hotel

the whistling of police

fact that the younger Mr. Walsh was alive meant

in from

she observed the staff who were coming in and out of the scene. The police did not

lived in Hotel Dragon, and she walked into the elevator with a

that two staff members of

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

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 strangled from the neck. Do

"More than that!"

body. Well, there is a wound on the back of his head, but it seems that he had

morning, or maybe six. Anyway, when I got here, there was still residual heat on the body of the deceased. Just dead not

not the most critical

most critical

say that they had checked the surveillance. After 12:00 last night, no

horrible when

horrible. It looks like a homicide, asphyxiation. Yet no

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