The cold wind howled, slipping through the broken window into the room.
Blue Armor's arm remained stiff as he gripped the first page of the diary, not turning to the second page for a long time.
The final words, "the dead," had been written heavily, as if a pair of black eyes were staring at them.
Only after a long while did Blue Armor take a deep breath and solemnly warn everyone.
"Prepare yourselves. Be careful!"
This information was completely different from what they had received before.
According to his past experience, a self-narrated storyline usually meant that once the "plot" emerged, danger would erupt.
Everyone nodded in unison and tacitly remained silent, intending to finish reading before saying anything.
"Rustle."
Amid the bone-chilling cold, the second page slowly turned.
"I can't seem to find an answer to this question."
"The dead have no consciousness, and the dead can't tell me what the world after death is like. But I'm not willing to accept that. I asked many people, including my girlfriend, Xiao Hui. I want so badly to know what the world looks like through the eyes of the dead."
"Xiao Hui thinks I'm crazy. She says, 'How can the dead see the world? How can dead things see anything?'"
"I'm in great pain. I've grown tired of this monotonous world. I always feel that no matter how hard I try, I can't capture what I want anymore."
"I originally wanted to give up and muddle through the rest of my life. Until..."
"Until I met that man."
"He said..."
"How could dead things possibly be unable to see anything?! Isn't a lens dead?! Isn't a camera dead?! People can use infrared to take photographs, they can use X-rays, and even every mirror hanging on a wall is silently