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.

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

myself. I have something to do." Joyce didn't say

The cab

the downtown, not

the news in the car, and there were no

the news, the

anxious and she had been trembling all over. She

driver glanced in the rearview mirror and turned on the heating in the car, "Miss, you look cold, so I just turned on the air

you." Joyce

the car to the vicinity of Hotel Dragon. Joyce got out of the car and walked to Hotel Dragon. In front

uniforms came in and out, and some officers in white overalls were waiting at the

glimpse of a familiar figure from far away, who

right hand was wrapped in gauze. She stabbed him

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

police cars, they

was alive meant that the one who

and got in from the back door

took place on the 18th floor after she observed the staff who were coming in and out of the scene. The police did not lock

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

members of the analysis center also walked

two staff members began to whisper. “It's strange. I've been doing this job for a few years now, and I've never seen something

my intuition, it definitely looks like he was killed. The body 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 strangled from the neck. Do you think it is

"More than that!"

Well, there is a wound on the back of his head, but it

I got here,

the most critical

is the most critical issue

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

horrible when

like a homicide, asphyxiation. Yet no one ever entered

being? We have been doing this job for so many years, and you still believe these unreliable theories of divine power