Everything, there is no explanation. After drinking half a bottle of beer and sandwiching a few chopsticks and side dishes, he finally left in a hurry and couldn't swallow his thoughts. In any case, there are too many things to care about, and I am still ready to go back to that road and look carefully for clues.

Perhaps, there is something left behind on that road that I have overlooked.

American psychologists once conducted an experiment: when giving a lecture to students in the psychology department of a university, they introduced a German teacher invited from another school, saying that this German teacher was a famous chemist from Germany. During the experiment, the "chemist" took pains to take out a bottle of distilled water, saying that it was a chemical he had newly discovered, and that there was a smell that asked the students present to raise their hands when they smelled it, and most of them raised their hands. For distilled water, which has no smell, most students think it smells because of the verbal hints of this "authoritative" "chemist".

This is called the "authoritative implication effect". It means that if the person who speaks has a high status, prestige, and respect, it is easy for others to pay attention to what he says and believe in its correctness.

So when I made a few phone calls to the biologists I knew on the road, the answers they gave were all silent. There is nothing that can cause a century-old tree to wither in an instant; There is no way to hide tens of thousands of dead leaf butterflies in trees without being discovered.

I'm not one of the few people who can be affected by the suggestion effect of authority, perhaps because my psyche is much darker than a sunny smile on my face. Crawling on the edge of life and death all year round, receiving the beating and torture of countless incredible mysterious events, his mentality has already become tempered.

I never trust others too much, and even sometimes, I don't trust myself. As the saying goes, seeing is believing, hearing is false, but in fact, people's eyes, noses, ears and even taste will deceive you in some situation.

So after putting down the phone, he threw the words of those experts under the wheel and crushed them vigorously.

The street that was attacked by the dead leaf butterfly is called Binhe South Road. On the verge of the Geumgang River, there are many green and quiet century-old trees along the river. At 12:56 a.m., I pulled over to the side of the road and walked back here at a slow pace.

The speed of time has always varied from person to person, and when people are happy, time passes quickly. As I suffered, time slowed down, just as I had felt in the last two days. It's only been two days, and I always feel like a week has passed.

There is no police cordon around the street. Because no one was injured, the police did not intervene, only a few entomologists came to collect some specimens. The street lights were dim, and in this cold light, I observed my surroundings little by little. The pavement is not wide, with blind lanes taking up a quarter of the pavement. The yellow braille line stretches straight forward until it reaches the end of sight.

I shuddered, and I always felt that the blind line was very eye-catching, as if it were a demon lurking on the ground.

Eleven ancient trees on Binhe South Road have died, each of which is more than 300 years old, and even has a ginkgo that has lived for more than 1,000 years. The withered tree looks like it's okay from the epidermis. But the leaves fell to the ground, and each leaf seemed to be sucked out of nutrients, and it was as black as if it were burning, and when you stepped on it, it turned into ashes.

The bare eleven trees just surrounded me and Gong Ruya. Sure enough, the purpose of those people was the two of us. Thinking of this, I suddenly shuddered.

No, how could it be the two of us? If there's anyone the mysterious organization wants to stop, it's me. Gong Ruya is dozens of meters away from me, why is she still being attacked. Moreover, she was the first to be attacked. If you think about it, maybe I'm the one who was innocently implicated!

This, how is that possible!

My head was a mess again. If Gong Ruya is really the main target of a certain force to drive the Dead Leaf Butterfly to attack, and the purpose is also to warn, or deter. What is their purpose? Gong Ruya, is there still some secret worthy of their help?

I took out my mobile phone, and after hesitating for a moment, I finally dialed the number of the old man Yang Junfei. didn't talk too much, just asked him to help me check the details of Gong Ruya and the palace family in detail, and send me the information as soon as possible.

Binhe South Road is already halfway through, and looking at the miserable state of these ancient trees, I can even guess. If that organization had any intentions, Gong Ruya and I might be like dead trees by now. The jagged protrusions that are faintly exposed in the mouths of those withered leaf butterflies are absolutely not found on ordinary Chinese dead leaf butterflies. Nothing unusual about these mutated creatures is a decoration.

How much energy does that organization have? I know too little about this group that has appeared in the sky, and I feel helpless and powerless. Even, recalling today's scene, I will be afraid. In this familiar city, it seems that his life is not in his own hands. That mysterious organization is hidden in the darkness of Spring City, lurking, and can kill anyone at any time.

He patted the last dead tree with his hand, which was more than two meters in diameter, but the sound of the slap made a hollow sound of a 'hole'. I pulled out my Swiss Army knife and effortlessly peeled off a large chunk of bark, and suddenly a stinking black sap came out of the gum. Subconsciously took a few steps back and frowned. The tree had been hollowed out from within, and the smell of the black liquid was like pus from the death of a mutated dead leaf butterfly. Could it be that tens of thousands of dead leaf butterflies are hidden in the trunks of eleven ancient trees?

No, if it is really hiding the adult worm in the trunk of the tree, it will take too much time and effort.

With a slight movement in my heart, I grabbed some handy tools from the car and dug up the dry and already brittle trunks. After digging several large holes, something was finally discovered. It was a fluorescent-white egg the size of a grain of rice, and there were only two of them. Carefully get the eggs out and put them in a Coke bottle and seal them for preservation.

I smiled wryly, a little shocked.

The tissue is supposed to have put the eggs of the mutant dead leaf butterfly into the trunk of the tree, and then somehow spawned them under the right circumstances. It may take just over half a minute or less for these eggs to hatch into larvae, absorb nutrients from the trunk and quickly form cocoons and become adult butterflies. In the meantime, it probably only took a little more than a minute.

How miraculous is it to do this? At least the existing bioscience and technology is simply not up to scratch. The mysterious organization to which Yaxin belongs, their technology has far exceeded the existing standards.

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