"Seems like everything is connected to eyeballs, friends. What do you think?"
Su Ming was currently seated on the flying carpet, slowly trailing the carriage with his teammates—or rather, floating five meters above it.
He had discovered some clues and was discussing them with Hela and Thanos.
That food the vendor had tried to sell Dr. Banner just now—well, something that could barely be called a rice ball—actually contained an eyeball, a fully intact one that was still rolling around.
Others might not have noticed, but Su Ming had. Through the jelly and between the vendor's fingers, he had seen the thing glaring viciously at the doctor.
After entering this dimension, Jessica had seen a freak with two heads and four arms, which naturally meant four eyes. But since it had already been mostly eaten by a homeless man, she had not noticed any further details.
Then there was Coulson. He had discovered that what should have been a nest of bird eggs was instead a nest of eyeballs. That had been much clearer, since they were simply sitting there.
In this dimension, there seemed to be a strange equation: eyeballs = eggs. In other words, wherever chicken eggs, duck eggs, or bird eggs should have appeared on a normal Earth, they had all been replaced by living eyeballs here.
If that was really the case, then eyeballs appeared far too frequently. It definitely meant something; he just could not think of what for the moment.
Perhaps they should connect it with the situations in the other two dimensions and consider them together?
But for now, he would hear what his teammates thought. Maybe someone would have a flash of inspiration.
"Eyeballs mean nothing to me. You asked the wrong person. I have no thoughts on the matter. I'll listen