"More like a... civilization curse?"
"Of course."
"I fabricated the term 'civilization curse,' I guessed it. Since your entire family is unharmed, then the key to unraveling the mystery must be with you. Didn't your father also come? Could you let him come over? I'd like to have a chat with him."
Just then—
"Hey? Wait a minute."
Chen Mang enlarged the dozen or so photos Little Fatty handed over on the screen, examined them for a while frame by frame, and found something amiss. After furrowing his brow for a moment, he spoke.
"Ai, did you notice... these people's perspectives seem to be fixed?"
"No matter how they turn around, how they move, the direction they're looking towards the sky is fixed?"
"Although each person's gaze direction is different, everyone's direction towards the sky is fixed?"
"In navigation."
"There's something called a lighthouse, guiding ships back and forth. The existence of these people seems to be... like a lighthouse?"
Ai soon realized it too.
