Tang Zheng wasn't aimlessly scribbling on the paper; instead, he acted after carefully observing the diary's binding, noticing traces of tearing.
"Ceiling?" The Japanese woman looked at the text appearing on the paper, then glanced upwards. The old, creaky ceiling fan rattled as it spun, but apart from that, there didn't seem to be anything unusual about the ceiling.
"We can't reach it!" The Vietnamese man dragged a table over, stood on it, but was still more than a meter short. Even Tang Zheng, the tallest among them, couldn't bridge the gap.
"How about forming a human ladder?" The Indian man reacted quickly, suggesting an idea that was immediately agreed upon.
"What are you waiting for? You, come over here!" The red-haired man barked orders at the newbies. For once, the Conquerors shared a united front, temporarily setting aside their animosities.
"Haven't we already found the clue? Why are you still flipping through the diary?" The Japanese woman asked, puzzled.
