Returning to the detective agency from Tokyo Station, Qin Zhibo lay on the boss's chair and rested for a while.

Open the system, and general skill proficiency can already be used to purchase [Magic Flute].

After taking a final glance at the props refreshed in the mall this week, Qin Zhibo made a sudden move and bought the [Magic Flute].

[Item bar: Navigation device, nuclear lighter, flash gun, guard totem, shroud, night vision × 2, crowbar, magic extractor, detective's bug, telescope, Lord of the Rings, decoy doll,

The gift of the golden tree, fireproof clothing, fear in a bottle, substitute messenger, star fishing rod, coin of destiny, magic flute]

Qin Zhibo spread his right hand, and a piccolo slowly materialized on his palm.

This is a rather simple piccolo without any decoration. The flute is gray in color and feels moist to the touch. It is slightly astringent and a bit heavy when touched.

If you look closely, you will see that this flute is full of traces of polishing with some kind of object, even the edge of the flute hole.

This kind of polishing is not fine polishing with sandpaper. All the friction lines are very messy and have no structure at all.

Qin Zhibo aimed the blow hole of the flute at his lips, tried to kiss her, and blew out a syllable at random.

beep--

The sound of the flute is not very loud and has a rather low tone.

Qin Zhibo changed his fingering and played again.

beep--

It's also not a very loud sound, and it's the same low tone as the one I just blew.

"Um?"

Qin Zhibo tried playing several different fingerings in succession, but no matter how he changed it, the tone produced by the flute was monotonous and low, with no characteristics at all.

"I don't believe it. You still can't find the tune?"

Qin Zhibo once touched the music skills on the corpse of a foreign local singer, so he is not a complete novice in music.

Even though it is impossible for music skills to package all the instrument playing skills at once, at least you can use the piccolo.

But no matter how Qin Zhibo played, there was almost no change in pitch in the piccolo's sound.

In the ears of people with weak musical sense, even this difference cannot be heard, it is completely the same tone.

Every syllable blown from the magic flute exudes a deathly sound, which is very unpleasant.

Gradually, Qin Zhibo lost his patience.

The sound of this piccolo is really unpleasant, more torturous than listening to a continuous piece of shoddy kazoo playing.

Fortunately, the office is considered a single-family building and there are no neighbors very close to it. Otherwise, someone would come to the door right now.

And the most important thing is that after blowing for a long time, I didn't see any mice.

"Didn't you say you can control mice?"

Qin Zhibo looked around and thought that his place might be too clean for rats to get in.

So, Qin Zhibo opened the office door and glanced at the ground.

No

Blow it.

Blow twice.

still none

This made Qin Zhibo a little annoyed. Could he have been deceived by the system?

System! I didn’t expect that you, a thick-browed person with big eyes, could also learn to lie!

Qin Zhibo put the piccolo on the table and observed it for a while, but still felt that he might not have mastered how to use it well.

This thing didn't come with an instruction manual, so Qin Zhibo read the introduction again.

【Magic Flute】

[The taboo of a certain monastery family]

[With this item, you will dream of a red swineherd in the silent night]

[Try to play the same tune as the swineherd, and the rats will work for you]

【Even if they come from the wall.】

After reviewing the introduction again, Qin Zhibo realized that the usage process was wrong.

Judging from the order of the introduction, it should be the first dream, about a red swineherd.

Then play the same tune again to summon the rats.

Without the dreaming part, of course I can't use the Magic Flute.

In that case, let's fast forward to night.

11:00, it’s almost time to go to bed.

Qin Zhibo finished washing and materialized the [Magic Flute] in his hands before going to bed.

According to the introduction, the prerequisite for dreaming is to "hold this object."

In order not to waste these 7777 proficiency skills in vain, Qin Zhibo must of course carry out every step without compromise.

Putting Piccolo in his arms, Qin Zhibo closed his eyes, and a feeling of sleepiness flooded into his brain.

I don't know how long time passed. Qin Zhibo opened his eyes again, but he was not in a warm bed.

I saw that I was in a cave with a pale white shimmer.

In front of you is a cliff more than ten meters high. Looking down, you can see that the ground is covered with red and white filth.

These filthy things seem to be alive and conscious, flowing in different directions and crawling like reptiles.

Those disgusting filthy objects constitute a sinister scene that is not even one thousandth as good as the train toilet.

Qin Zhibo's eyes narrowed slightly, and the hatred in his eyes could not be concealed.

Even a person with an iron will of 90 would feel obviously uncomfortable in front of this scene.

This does not seem to be a drawing of hell that can be depicted in the real world.

And among this filth and filth, a swineherd with a gray beard and a demon-like image was standing.

His skin was like a reddish pig head in a deli, and he was covered in rags of different colors, as if he was covered in a layer of filth.

The gray wooden staff held by withered hands drove a group of fat four-legged animals covered with disgusting fungi.

These animals walked in filth, exuding unspeakable disgust.

Qin Zhibo:Will-10

Suddenly, the pigherder stopped and took out a stick-like object from his arms.

Qin Zhibo took a closer look and saw that it was a piccolo, very similar to his own [Magic Flute], but there seemed to be some indescribable differences.

The swineherd held the flute in his hand and pointed his dark lips under his gray beard at the blow hole.

beep--

beep--

A monotonous, low, hateful tone came from the flute.

Although every syllable produced by the flute is low, Qin Zhibo's ears can indeed hear subtle differences.

However, this level of discrimination is not enough for Qin Zhibo to completely reproduce the music played on the flute.

This syllable difference is almost beyond the discernment limit of the human ear, and only people with an absolute sense of pitch can barely distinguish it.

The swineherd continued to play a monotonous flute sound that could drive humans crazy and make them want to pull their ears off.

This abominable playing is just like Mussorgsky's piccolo playing in "Night on Barren Mountain" to create the gloomy and shrill cries of demons dancing around.

Wails, ghost cries and wolf howls, these sounds that can easily cause people psychological discomfort are mixed together with the low flute sound.

Qin Zhibo suppressed the restlessness in his heart, raised his ears and listened carefully to every low syllable, but still couldn't distinguish it clearly.

There was no other way, Qin Zhibo could only change his strategy, instead of using music techniques, he used the most primitive method - observing fingering.

This is a stupid method used by beginners in music, but it is just right for the current usage scenario.

Qin Zhibo stared at the red pigherd's fingers carefully, refusing to let go of any detail.

Every time the swineherd's fingers touched the flute hole, he remembered it in his heart, and then used his own hands to reproduce it again without any physical objects.

Fortunately, the pigherd's playing is not a superb skill. If he only watched it once, Qin Zhibo could probably reproduce about 30% of it.

But just when Qin Zhibo was concentrating on learning the abominable flute that was like a ghost crying, the pigherder suddenly stopped playing.

The low and monotonous flute sound suddenly stopped, and instead, there was an incomparable rustling sound coming from the cave's dome.

Qin Zhibo looked up.

In the dim light, a large group of rats were seen falling like a rainstorm, falling onto the filth and four-legged livestock at the bottom of the cave.
To be continued...