Molly suddenly laughed without a sign.

Mr. Black was confused and didn't react at all. He called Molly's mother just now, and Molly was like a psychopath a second later.

Of course, Molly was a psychopath, or she wouldn't have tortured them in such extreme ways.

She wouldn't have designed such a sick basement.

Wait!

Molly said she was here to play with them and that she would throw Avery into the cement and make her a statue.

This old woman was mad, indeed.

When Mr. Black thought of it, he darted up from the ground, "You dare!"

When Evan heard the old woman's tricks, he stood up and did not shout at her like Mr. Black. He knew that scolding couldn't solve any problem.

Besides, they were like birds locked in a cage, and they would be killed when Molly wasn't interested in teasing them.

Evan looked up at the ceiling.

"What are you doing?" Mr. Black looked at Evan curiously, and he looked full of nervousness. Mr. Black's care about Avery exceeded Evan's imagination.

As soon as Mr. Black finished his words, he was suddenly pulled over by force and fell to the ground.

Then, at the instant Mr. Black was about to get up, Evan's hand was on his back, "Don't move. Do me a favor."

"Fuck! Couldn't you be polite?"

Evan stepped on his back, picked up a bag of potato chips, and stuck it to the camera. He pushed the ceiling, which could be moved.

Molly only heard the voice, and couldn't see the image, so she shouted, "How dare you block the camera! I'll give you three minutes to remove the bag, or don't blame me for being rude."

Mr. Black, "..."

Evan ignored Molly's words, went straight to the place where Avery disappeared, and stepped on it hard.

Evan frowned slightly. Avery had fallen down from this place, but the floor couldn't be moved?

There must be a secret lock. Evan found a fine wire with a hook from that pile of garbage, passed the wire through the slit that linked the wall from the floor, and hooked the floor up.

The floor moved!

At this time, Avery stood in the special room and looked around. The walls of this room were oily, and the temperature in the room was very high. A few minutes after standing here, Avery's back was full of sweat.

Avery walked towards the wall and scratched it. The oily content was immediately solidified, forming a thin layer on the tip of her fingers.

She rubbed it with her fingers. It's like wax.

"Aren't you going to take me to see Rebecca?" Avery looked around, knowing that there would be a camera in the room.

"Take it easy. You'll soon get what you want." Molly's triumphant voice was full of joy.

Sure enough, the blank door of the wall was pushed open. A few sturdy bodyguards came in and took Avery out without saying anything.

The room they were in was hotter than the room they had just been in, in which there was a pool that kept steaming.

Avery was worried that they wouldn't let her go easily.

"Are you going to break your words?"

"How could I break my words? I just want you to get out on your knees."

Get out on knees?

Avery frowned, wondering what Molly was going to do, and glanced at the liquid in the pool.

"Hold her steady and keep her kneeling."

Several bodyguards immediately came to Avery. Some pressed her arms, while some pressed her shoulders.

"Let me go. What are you doing?" As Avery struggled, she saw a bodyguard carrying a bucket of boiling sticky liquid from the pool, and coming to her step by step.

As the bodyguard approached, she finally saw the liquid through the white steam.

Was it wax? What exactly did Molly want to do?

"Are you curious about what this is?" Molly said mysteriously, "It's wax. Have you ever seen a wax figure?"

Avery didn't give up her struggle and looked at the bucket of wax alarmedly.

Suddenly, Avery's mind flashed through a film she'd seen years ago, in which a living man was turned into a wax figure.

"So, you want to turn me into a wax figure?"

"You're smart. I'm not only going to make you a wax figure but to put a layer of cement on you. Eventually, you'll turn into a statue." Molly smiled and said, "You will kneel in front of Rebecca's tombstone forever."

Molly wanted to turn Avery into a statue because a wax figure in front of the tombstone was too eye-catching. Rebecca did not like to be disturbed.

The plan was specifically tailored to Avery. It was intended to be done with her body when she died.

Now that Avery was so clever, Molly would meet her wish.

Molly decided to make the woman a wax figure first, and then toss her into a concrete pool.

Now it seemed more interesting to make a statue of a living woman.

"You're a freak!" Molly was like the freak killer in the movie, who made a living wax figure.

"I'm a freak?" Molly said with a sneer, "When you killed Rebecca, weren't you a freak?"

"I didn't kill her." Avery knew that she could not argue with a lost madman and that any explanation was sophistry.

She didn't think about explaining anything.

She was just angry, "Let me go!"

The bodyguard carried the bucket closer and closer to her. Avery could feel the heat coming out of the bucket so far away.

"Leave me alone! Do you know who I am? If they find out you're working for the kidnappers, your family will be implicated." A few bodyguards held Avery. It had no effect on her to struggle.

The bodyguard was like a dumb and didn't say anything, or he was deaf, so he couldn't hear her?

Avery opened her eyes wide and was frightened. Soon, the bodyguard had come to her.

The bodyguard did not hesitate to lift the bottom of the bucket and was about to pour the liquid to Avery.