Fifteen minutes after the gunshot, something even more strange happened, the original dripping Wutong blood rain gradually stopped, as if it was synchronized with the green blood on the second son's body, and continued to flow until it died......

However, immediately after the last drop of blood fell to the ground and shattered into four large and small petals, the second son disappeared with it, leaving only more than 70 people in great panic and a full of bullet casings on the ground.

Old Lin Tou watched all this silently, as if he didn't understand why the second son's forehead had such a deep bullet hole, and he didn't understand why the second son suddenly disappeared all at once, and all this obviously needed an explanation.

Fifteen days later, the American Concession in Shanghai.

"Mr. Lin, are you okay? It's been a long time since we've seen each other, how is Miss Magnolia? Are you married?" Calder Sr. had never known what had happened twenty years ago.

And Lao Lin Tou didn't want to recall at all at this time, he lowered his head and looked out the window and pondered for a long time, before he turned around and deliberately avoided saying: "Mr. John, I have encountered a lot of strange things recently, I would like to ask you to help me check the information of your country to see if I can find any explanation in the history of China."

"Okay, you say! I'll do my best to help you!" Calder saw the melancholy in the old Lin Tou's eyes, and stopped asking.

But when he listened to Lao Lintou's statement, he fell into a long silence inexplicably, as if there was something unspeakable.

Lao Lin Tou saw his difficulty at a glance and promised: "Don't worry, I will never talk to anyone else!"

"Okay then, but I'll tell you just one person! You can't leak it out!" Calder didn't want to see his old friend so sad all the time, and now that he was skinny and completely devoid of the grandeur of twenty years ago, he finally made a concession after several entanglements.

"Don't worry! I will never leak it out, I just want to give Miss Magnolia an an explanation!" Old Lin nodded again and promised with certainty.

Only then did the elder Calder completely let go of his scruples: "Just yesterday, I saw a NASA report on space exploration on the desk of the ambassador to China, saying that there is a sycamore coffin floating in the depths of space in the galaxy where our earth is located, and it can float there without any gravitational influence!"

"So that means the ancient starry sky map I saw on the top of the tomb is real?!" Old Lin Tou was a little surprised.

"But we don't know where it came from. If, as you can see, it can change the life and death of people, then I guess it may be able to control a much larger and wider range of things in space, such as all living things in a range as large as the Earth! But I don't know why the people at NASA call it an imperialedict!"

"Decree?! In our Chinese there is an old saying that people are like their names, and I think they must have found that it was indicating something, so they called it an edict!" Old Lin Tou reasoned intuitively.

"I think so too, but what is hidden in the deepest secret, I'm afraid few people in the United States know!" Calder was very sincere and told it all.

"Thank you so much, old friend! Can I ask you to help me pay attention to the disappearance of my second son, and see if there is a similar record of this in ancient Chinese books, I can rest assured as soon as possible, after all, I have to give Yulan an explanation. "

"Oh, okay, I can check it for you now, you come with me!" After Old Calder finished speaking, he took Old Lin Tou and walked towards his study.

"There are a total of five such incidents recorded in Chinese history, namely during the Yellow Emperor and Yao periods in China, and there are no similar records after that!" Calder flipped through a book and said to the old Lin Tou, who was also flipping through the book.

"Did you say why, or guess whatever?" Old Lin Tou hurriedly came over.

"Nope! But it is recorded that it was under a sacred tree, and the leaves of the sacred tree were very large, and every time the sacred tree took care of itself, it rained blood, and when the rain ended, it was when everything disappeared...... But that's just ancient Chinese mythology, something that doesn't exist at all!"

"But I've seen it myself, haven't I?" Old Lin Tou took the book and read it himself.

Legend has it that not long after the Yellow Emperor defeated Chi You, Chi You came back to life for some reason, but his personality became extremely irritable, and his killing became uncontrollable at all, as if he was forever tearing at the bodies of people at that time, whether they were his enemies or not. But all kinds of weapons can't work on him, because his body has become unusually hard, the Yellow Emperor has no choice, so he had to kneel under the sacred tree when Chiyou attacked again, praying for the blessing of the divine tree, and then a miracle happened, the divine tree actually took care of itself and started to rain, and Chiyou also disappeared completely when the rain stopped, and since then he has never been able to hinder the development of the descendants of Yan and Huang, and the tribe has also prospered......

"Judging from the records in the book, there are still some things that can be explained, but what I can't let go of the most is the weird bullet hole in the forehead of the second son! Didn't he die at the hands of the thing in the coffin? But who killed him?" Old Lin Tou put down the book and fell into deep thought again.

"Mr. Lin, you come with me!" Old Card led the old forest head towards a seemingly enclosed bookshelf against the wall.

A moment later, under the amazed eyes of the old woodman, old Calder opened his hidden mechanism that he would easily never show.

A huge exhibition hall of photographs and documents gradually appeared in front of the old forest's eyes, but inside were the corpses of several men and women who had been dissected in a row, turning their muscles white and leaking their bodies.

"Don't be afraid! Come with me!" Old Calder hurriedly calmed the restless mood of the old Lin Tou, and led him inside.

Old Lin also turned his head to look at Calder's still gentle eyes, and he would never believe that this old friend who had died with him twenty years ago would hurt him, so he relaxed himself and followed.

"Do you remember who he was?" Calder asked, pointing to one of the corpses, which was no longer complete.

"Li Shaotang! How could it be him?"

"That's right! That's him! Twenty years ago, one of my eyes was burned alive by him with a soldering iron in prison, and I can still vividly remember the heart-rending feeling, and every day for twenty years has awakened me from my dreams!"

"Did you kill him? And this room full of people?" The old man unconsciously glanced at the clutter of the room, his eyes fixed on Calder's only remaining right eye.

"At first, I thought about it for five years, and I was about to go crazy thinking about it, I wanted to drink his blood alive and make him worse than dead! But one morning fifteen years ago, downstairs at the embassy, I found this corpse with an inexplicable bullet hole in the center of my eyebrows......"

"It seems that one of his enemies must have killed him, and he has lived long enough!" Old Lin Tou had no intention of interrupting, but subconsciously touched his neck, and the already very twisted blood vessels still forced him to speak out angrily.

"No, you're wrong! Lao Lin! Just when I secretly transported the body from the police station to this house to dissect the body, I found that the hollow inward depression was empty, and looking at the previous wound, there was no trace of a bullet being taken out, and the hole was ten centimeters deep, straight through the entire brain. "

"You're saying that the hole that looks like a bullet hole on the surface is actually nothing in it!" Old Lin Tou took a deep breath, if the second son was really killed by the monster that came out of the sycamore coffin, after all, he had nothing to pursue!

"Originally, I thought the same thing, but when I dissected the heart, the bulging thought it was the shape of the sycamore petals, which immediately attracted my attention, and there were two bullets here that had been completely deformed, forming a shape that resembled a sycamore flower, but except for the head, there were no other wounds in the rest of his body, and from the head here, there was obviously no trace of bullets passing through, unless they were flowing through the blood vessels!"

"Using blood vessels?! How is this possible?" Old Lintou's eyes widened in surprise.

"The other corpses in my collection are all like this, and they have all been to the same place, the ancient tomb where the second son died!" Calder led the old forest leader to look at each corpse one by one, and spoke without stopping.

"And what about the sycamore petals in their chests?" Old Lin Tou suddenly thought of something.

"I've got them back!"

"What? Still? Who did you give them back?" The old Lin Tou was very puzzled.

"Yes, yet! Because someone has to die or not, but the cost of paying it back is smaller!"

"Are you saying that none of the people who went to return the sycamore came back alive?" Old Lin understood the meaning of Calder's words.

"Yes, the weirdness started when I noticed those pink sycamore flowers dripping blood from the tops......"

"Are you talking about the snow-white sycamore flower at the bottom and pink at the top?" Lao Lin Tou thought of the very delicate antiquities he got from the zombie's neck that day, and hurriedly asked.

"How do you know exactly what the sycamore flower looks like? Did you see it that day?" Calder Sr. was surprised.

"That's right, it was on the neck of a zombie, and the second son broke its neck at that time, and there was no support, so that thing fell off!" Speaking of the second son, Lao Lintou's eyes suddenly became a little moist again.

"What? Did you touch it with your hands?" For some reason, old Calder suddenly became nervous.

"I took it, but I gave it to my lord for the night!"

"What?! You touched him! Did you really touch it?" Old Calder didn't seem to believe his ears, but he recovered a moment and then said, "You must have had a lot of people around you that night, right?" Especially those who are closest to you on weekdays!" Old Calder seemed to understand something......

"How do you know so well? Is the death of the second son related to the fact that I touched the blood sycamore flower?" Old Lin stood up suddenly.

"I'm afraid the second son and the others weren't killed by that thing in the tomb......" After saying that, old Calder immediately fell into a long deep thought, but his hands trembled inexplicably......