Half a minute later.
"Is there anything unusual? Did you receive a system notification?"
"No. What's going on? Could God Archer be wrong? His line of reasoning makes sense. According to the diary, isn't it telling us that we shouldn't rely solely on our eyes?"
"Who knows? Maybe it wants us to look through a dead person's eyes, like with 'divination.' Even if we think it's absurd, perhaps it works here?"
During the stifling wait, Taurus looked around uneasily.
Unlike before, they had already finished analyzing the entire diary.
In theory, something should have been triggered. Yet so far, apart from the growing unease in their hearts, they hadn't seen anything unusual.
It was a contradictory state of mind. They were both afraid something would happen and worried that they had analyzed it incorrectly.
"Maybe we really do have to pluck out a dead person's eyeball and put it into an eye socket? Otherwise, we won't be able to see the hidden information here?"
"The divination result is Great Misfortune." God Archer said in a pale, hushed voice, but as soon as he finished speaking, he heard Troll sneer.
"No. Haven't you noticed the most obvious problem?"
"Eyes, eyes. Your minds are filled with eyes. This is a Photography Studio. Even if the guy who wrote the diary removed his girlfriend's eyeballs, what about his camera?"
"A photographer without a camera is no different from a chef without a shovel."
"Let's look around. It might not be about replacing an eyeball. Maybe..."
"Bang!"
Just as Troll urged everyone to search the studio again, a black bag containing something heavy suddenly fell from the ventilation duct above their heads.
"Rumble..."
The bag rolled straight to Blue Armor's feet. Looking at the round, bulging bag beneath him, Blue Armor's expression changed slightly.