Avery heard calmly, as Molly said. The option to alternate her twisted mind was no good.

But Avery has aroused anyway. She would hear it.

So Avery looked up and at the camera, "I'm all ears."

Molly sneered. She slowly said after thinking for a while, "I want you to cut your face with a knife. I want to see you disfigured. I want you to feel what Rebecca felt when she was disfigured."

Evan grabbed Avery behind his back, "Don't listen to her. Even if you're willing to do that, she might not let us out."

"Yeah! She's not the type to keep a promise."

Mr. Black cut in.

"I can keep a promise!"

"Then prove to us that you can keep a promise. Hum? You can't, old hag? I know what your game is."

Mr. Black finally waited for his chance to sneer.

Molly's face was so twisted that it formed a hideous angel on the screen. She said, "If you don't want to choose the best way out, enjoy the taste of troubles. You bring this upon yourself."

Then Molly cut off the video. The three were left in the small empty room alone. They had no idea what happened.

Mr. Black destroyed the only hope to get out of here. But Avery didn't plan to take Molly's alternative anyway. George Lautner was right. Molly wanted her dead. She would not let them out of here easily.

But what now?

They hit a dead-end and had no clue at all.

Evan stood in the center of the room with Avery while Mr. Black leaned against the wall. They all looked around simultaneously, hoping to find any clues that could get them out of here.

"Sense of hearing, sense of vision..." Evan looked up at the ceiling and suddenly said.

Mr. Black asked, "Sense of hearing? Sense of vision? What do you mean?"

Avery took back her vision and looked at Evan, "Sound wave hurt our sense of hearing. Flash bombs hurt our eyes. You mean the next strike might have something to do with our five senses?"

Evan nodded.

Mr. Black, leaning against the wall, suddenly sneezed. He snuffed and frowned, "What's the stinky smell?"

Avery and Evan smelt the pungent smell too. They breathed as their airways were on fire.

"Sink bomb."

Evan frowned.

Stinkbomb gave off the disgusting and smelly scent. Since men were afraid of the stink, setting off the stink bomb made one in smell panic and lost power to resist.

"It's a sense of smell..."

Avery covered her nose. Her nose was hot.

"Damn! This woman has so many snaky moves. If I ever meet her in person, I will peel off her skin as my specimen."

Avery thought about it in her mind. She covered her nose and said, "You have to have the chance first."

Evan grabbed Avery. His big hand covered her small one, "Talk less. Don't let the smoke in your throat."

Mr. Black sneered, "If we don't talk, we might never have the chance again."

Everyone was silent because of it.

Avery grabbed his hand, and Evan said, "If it were our last day, what did you want to say the most?"

Avery suddenly felt a daze. Recently, she had to face a lot of hypotheses lately. They were all that she would do if this was her last day. She even made her will back in the hotel.

But to be honest, she made all the choices voluntarily. She had nothing to regret.

But if there was one more regret, it was Evan.

She hated him as much as she loved him.

But how could she tell that to someone else?

She shook her head, "What about you?"

She didn't mean it, but Evan looked at her sincerely.

Then he said seriously, "I want to tell you I love you."

Avery was speechless.

Mr. Black coughed. He was feeling ill because of the smell. But he couldn't help complaining, "George, who the hell do you think you are? Why do you have to tell Avery you love her all the time? Damn, I'm still here."

Evan stared at Avery deeply. He wasn't joking. He had already worked out what to say to her on the last day of his life.

He loved her this life, the next life, and the life after that...

Avery coughed with embarrassment. Evan made her stop believing in love at first sight. She felt unreal when Evan told her he loved her. But it felt right.

Evan looked up at Mr. Black, "Everyone has someone they care genuinely deep down in their hearts. I tell that one how I feel. What's wrong with it?"

"Okay fine! Your brazenness makes sense."

Avery didn't respond, chewing over what Evan said. Everyone has someone they care genuinely deep down in their hearts.

They could be family or friends.

Molly cared for Rebecca the most. Everything she did was for her...

Avery suddenly called Mr. Black's name. The way he reacted scared her. He looked at her, sweet and surprised, "Avery, are you gonna tell me you love me?"

Avery rolled her eyes at him. How could he joke about it at such a critical time? All she thought about was getting out of here. She asked calmly, "Do you learn how to imitate voices?"

Mr. Black could change his voice as he pleased. Avery assumed he must take some training.

"What? Are you impressed?"

"How hard is it for you to imitate someone else's voice?"

Mr. Black and Evan paused, hearing her question.

Evan guessed what she meant, "You mean..." Avery nodded to stop him from talking.

She didn't want Molly to hear.

Only Mr. Black didn't know what they were talking about. Avery and Evan walked over to him, "What do you want to do?"

Avery shushed him. She approached and whispered, "I want you to imitate Rebecca's voice to talk with Molly. This is our last chance."

Rebecca was the life of light of Molly. If she heard Rebecca's voice, they might have a chance to get out of here.

Mr. Black lifted up his browns. He couldn't hide his admiration for Avery. She was calm and smart as she always was at such a critical moment.

It was a pity...

Mr. Black gave Avery a meaningful look and asked, "I didn't hear Rebecca's voice. How do I do it?"