"Hehe! You're really stupid. You could have easily cracked it, but your stupidity made you make the wrong decision. You just make one wrong step, and you can only end up dying."
In the darkness, Jack's voice was like a devil from hell.
"You're lying. It's impossible. This is a bug. It's impossible to take out the key alive," Peter roared.
Peter glanced at the timer. It had been six minutes.
"Ah, ah, ah, what should I do? Who can tell me?"
Peter was like an ant on a hot pot. Through the transparent glass cover, he was only one step away from the key. Life and death were separated by about ten centimeters of thick sulfuric acid.
Ah, ah, ah!
Who can tell me what I should do?
He tore his hair crazily, as if he had fallen into the realm of madness.
Could he be like Adonis, sticking his face into the sulfuric acid and trying again?
No, he couldn't.
