Mr. Black couldn't help twitching his mouth. Did Molly think it was a brothel of men? She could pick and select. Did she want to change favors too?
Avery bit her lips to hold back laughing. Mr. Black was probably thinking about what it felt to shoot himself in the feet.
Mr. Black didn't want it. He kept persuading Molly, "Mom..."
"Okay. Stop it! You didn't listen to me when you were alive. And look at what happened to you. Now you have to listen to what I say."
Mr. Black, facing the all, scratching the wall with his fingers crazily. There were lines on the otherwise smooth wall.
"Hey, you!"
Molly suddenly said.
Avery looked up at the camera and pointed at herself.
"Yes. Walk to the left corner of the door."
Avery nodded. She started walking. But Evan stopped her, "Are you really going?"
"It's too late for now."