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.

Dragon?" The driver raised his voice, "Didn't you read the morning news? There was a murder at Hotel Dragon. The police must have arrived and the place is probably sealed off. What are you

in myself. I

cab

was in the downtown, not

in the car, and there

news, the

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

cold, so I just turned on the air conditioning. Recently there is a

you." Joyce said

of the car and walked to Hotel Dragon. In front of the hotel, there were several police cars parked and cars

people in police uniforms came in and out, and

far away, who was walking out

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

Walsh, with a disheveled, ashen face, walked out from inside Hotel

whistling of police cars, they then

was alive meant that the one who died was his

from

she did not know which room the older Mr. Walsh was staying in, she quickly determined that the accident took place on the 18th floor after she observed

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

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 never seen something like

breathing paralysis. He should be suffocated. Like being strangled to death? But we can find no

"More than that!"

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

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 deceased. Just dead not long

the most

most critical

tell you the truth, I just heard the police say that they had checked the surveillance. After 12:00 last night,

feel horrible when you

looks like a homicide, asphyxiation. Yet no one ever entered the deceased's

don't mean that it wasn't done by a human being? We have been doing this job for so many years, and you still believe these