Looking at Marsh Smith's fear, Amelia Wright appeared innocent: "I don't know either, how could it have caught fire?"
Marsh Smith couldn't bother with Amelia Wright; he was truly scared. The paper was burning too fast, and there wasn't enough water in the room to extinguish the fire.
Marsh Smith stood up and ran towards the door, turning the doorknob forcefully, but it wouldn't open.
Amelia Wright watched Marsh Smith's back. In the fire's light, her smile seemed enchanting and deadly as if she were a demon claiming lives, yet her voice remained gentle: "Oh my, how is the door locked from the outside? Why can't it open?"
Marsh Smith was drenched in cold sweat and shouted loudly for help.
But today, to capture an indecent video of Amelia Wright.
The door was deliberately locked.
The nearby servants were purposely sent away.
Marsh Smith shouted for a long time, but no one came.
The fire in the room grew fiercer; the pinhole camera that captured nothing was burned to ash.
