Watching beetles roll balls was actually quite interesting, especially when a whole swarm of beetles formed an orderly line and pushed around balls resembling eyeballs.
The little black-and-white balls had some slime on their surfaces, inevitably picking up dirt and debris as they rolled, like glutinous rice dumplings covered in chocolate shavings.
Everything around them was black and white, yet these insects were vividly colored, like a rainbow painted across a black sky—one that was constantly squirming.
Su Ming walked against the flow of the Beetles. They were crawling out of the forest, while he intended to find the source of these fruits. After all, eyeballs carried all sorts of hidden implications in many respects.
The most direct was surveillance and oversight, their original purpose. In an extended sense, eye patterns or statues often represented "all-seeing" or a "Prophet."
The insects did not avoid people. Even the beetle whose fruit Harley had snatched merely calmly turned back, preparing to carry another one. They traveled through the dense woods, making it difficult even for Su Ming to see where exactly they were headed.
"Harley, Bobo, come with me."
He called to the woman and the chimp, telling them to follow him. In a place this bizarre, it was best not to split up.
"You want to see where these Beetles get their food?" Though Bobo understood Deathstroke's goal, his furry face still wore a conflicted expression. He tiptoed over. "This has gathered everything I hate in one place: eyeballs, bugs, another dimension, and a missing-person case."
"I thought you liked solving cases." Su Ming walked ahead, and the leaves beneath his feet made a sound like shattering glass. The leaves were white on the trees, yet black once they withered and fell. Interesting.
Bobo shoved his hands into the pockets of