Holden's brow furrowed. Why was Bennett acting so casual about all this?

Without looking up, Bennett continued to tinker with the bottles and said in a relaxed tone, “When I was a kid, I spent a lot of time in Moss' lab. I learned a few things. Moss always has a pre-bed drink. We might need to put a little something in his drink."

Bennett seemed not to care about his uncle Moss at all.

Holden said, "So we can find out where Ariana's being held?"

He was familiar with substances that could knock someone out when mixed with wine, but he had no idea there existed substances that could make people tell the truth.

Bennett was about to explain to Holden, but then, they suddenly heard knocking sounds coming from the wall. They both jumped looked at the wall.

Meanwhile, in the dimly lit room.

Ariana and Adrian were fervently searching for any hidden mechanisms that might lead to their escape. Influenced by countless spy movies, they suspected the presence of concealed switches or secret passages in the walls, leading them to tap and probe each surface, undeterred by the risk of alerting Moss. After all, they believed Moss, confident in his security measures, had little concern about their attempts to find an exit.

Adrian, filled with quiet rage towards Moss, reflected on their captor's lavish expenditures. Moss had the resources to construct a fortified metal hideout deep in the forest, complete with sophisticated labs and advanced security systems. Yet, their current prison was a simple room, devoid of windows and fortified with only one heavily secured door.

But Adrian hadn't expected the door to require facial recognition-a system he and Ariana had tested and failed to deceive, confirming it only responded to Moss.

In a fit of frustration, Adrian kicked the door repeatedly. Unwilling to accept defeat, he scoured the room for other potential escape paths, even clambering onto a table to inspect a wall lamp, his head cocked in curiosity.

The lamp swayed violently under his gentle touch, puzzling him. He hadn't exerted much force, and the fixture didn't appear old. Why then was it so unstable?

Suddenly, the lamp fell from the wall. Caught off guard while standing on the table, Adrian stumbled backward. Instinctively, he reached out, managing to grasp the lamp before it could crash to the floor.

Startled by the sudden noise, Ariana turned toward Adrian. Noticing the color of the wall change, she asked, "What did you do? Why did the wall change color?"

Adrian, glancing up at the wall, noticed the once platinum-colored surface had transformed into a fluid shade of blue.

A spark of excitement flickered in his eyes. "Could there be something hidden inside the wall?" he muttered.

With this new theory in mind, Adrian rolled up his sleeves and began to methodically tap along the wall, his ears straining for any abnormal sounds. As he did, faint echoes mirrored his taps from the other side.

The response halted Adrian in his tracks. He understood something now.

This wasn't just an ordinary wall; it might be their ticket out.

Adrian then tapped again, and the corresponding knocks from the other side made him jump.