In this fetid abyss, the bodies of small rodents rolled like gray waves, and their sharp, rasp-like teeth devoured all livestock.

After a while, none of the livestock grazed by the swineherds was spared. They were all eaten up and turned into a pile of filth.

Finally, the rats targeted the swineherd.

They first presented something to the swineherd, and the swineherd stretched out his hand to take it.

That's a flute.

Qin Zhibo looked at it and felt it was so similar to the [Magic Flute] he held.

The only difference is that there are still fresh blood stains on it.

The swineherd picked up the piccolo and glanced at Qin Zhibo above the abyss without any warning.

Qin Zhibo stared at the abominable red streak, and his body stiffened for a moment.

The swineherd's beard twitched slightly, as if he said something or made some expression.

But beneath his hateful appearance, it doesn't matter what he does.

Suddenly, the filthy rats swarmed up and engulfed the swineherd's body like a tide.

"call!"

Qin Zhibo suddenly woke up from his dream, and the sweat on his neck made him feel a chill from his awakening.

After calming down for a few seconds, I looked around and saw that it was still a familiar room.

After opening the quilt, Piccolo lay quietly on the bed without moving.

Picking up the flute, the flute has a cool and slightly damp feel, which naturally gives people a feeling of disgust.

Qin Zhibo got out of bed and walked to the door, turned on the light, and looked at the flute again.

The lines on it are still the same messy wear and tear, no different from what they were during the day.

However, after the dream just now, Qin Zhibo seemed to know its origin in a trance.

The lines on it are not polished, but marks left by rats.

As for the raw materials for chewing, they are the bones of four-legged animals.

This is a bone flute.

Thinking of this, Qin Zhibo's throat couldn't help but feel itchy, and he felt like he wanted to vomit.

I blew into my mouth during the day!

At this moment, Qin Zhibo wanted to rush out and rinse his mouth.

But considering that several hours had passed and I had to brush my teeth before going to bed, even rinsing my mouth could only be a psychological comfort.

So, Qin Zhibo took the bone flute and went to the toilet to wash it several times.

After cleaning, Qin Zhibo sat on the sofa in the living room.

Judging from the information displayed in the dream, this seems to be a bone flute.

But judging from the heavy feel, this thing is obviously denser than bone, more like a kind of jade.

It may be that it is too old and the bones have become petrified.

Qin Zhibo stopped thinking too much, quickly picked up the flute, and re-enacted the red pigherd's flute fingering.

Relying on the meager muscle memory formed in a short period of time, a deep flute sound came from the flute's cavity.

beep--

beep--

Even with the "music score", this thing can't play good music.

Fortunately, most of this street is filled with shops, open during the day, and almost no one lives here at night. Qin Zhibo can play as he pleases.

beep--

beep--

After playing for a few minutes, a discordant sound suddenly came from the room, and I wanted to form an ensemble with it.

Qin Zhibo's right ear trembled, and then he stood up, playing while looking for the source of the sound.

He lowered his breath, making the sound of the flute smaller, making it easier to hear the strange sound.

gnaw, gnaw, gnaw

Qin Zhibo followed the sound and gradually approached the source. The short sound came from outside the door.

When he opened the door, he saw a small blue-gray mouse.

The light shines from above to the outside of the door, showing the smallness of this mouse.

Qin Zhibo just stared at the little mouse, and the little mouse also raised his head and stared at Qin Zhibo, with his two reflective eyes that were so dark that he didn't know what he was thinking.

After staring at the mouse for ten seconds, Qin Zhibo felt that this was not the solution, so he moved away.

The strange thing is that the little mouse seemed to understand what Qin Zhibo meant. Seeing Qin Zhibo get out of the way, he slipped into the house very quickly.

"stop!"

Qin Zhibo gave an order, and the little mouse immediately stopped and looked back at Qin Zhibo.

After staring at him for a few seconds, Qin Zhibo felt that the mouse seemed to be able to obey his orders.

"sit."

The mouse sat nimbly on the ground, like a child sitting on the ground playing with toys.

"stand."

The mouse stood up again.

"Turning around."

The mouse started to circle again.

"Get down."

The mouse lay down again.

Qin Zhibo tried more than a dozen common instructions in succession, and this little mouse could do them perfectly.

Although these commands can be completed by ordinary pets, they are all trained conditioned reflexes and have no practical use other than performance significance.

No one would be so crazy as to train a pet to kill someone, right?

And it was the first time that this little mouse met him, and he actually had such a tacit understanding with me?

Or is it that this little thing has very high intelligence and can understand the meaning of each of his instructions?

In order to test the IQ of this mouse, Qin Zhibo planned to increase the difficulty of the test.

The test content is naturally the most classic mathematics problems.

Qin Zhibo first asked some addition and subtraction methods within ten, and the little mice answered with a "squeak" sound.

But the mouse can't do any addition or subtraction beyond ten.

In addition, he doesn't know anything about multiplication and division, and he doesn't even know the answer to 1×1.

It seems that this mouse is indeed very smart, but not as outrageous as in the cartoon.

The most important thing is that this mouse has a tacit understanding with me since they first met.

If you train a little more, you should be able to further improve your tacit understanding and complete some precise operations that you cannot do on your own.

In the dream, the red swineherd summoned not one rat, but a large swarm of rats.

Qin Zhibo guessed that it was because he was not good enough at playing the [Magic Flute] that he could not summon the rats.

If you want to improve your playing ability, you need to go back to that dream and carefully observe the techniques.

Of course, because that kind of tune is difficult to reproduce and dreams are easy to forget, if you want to completely restore that abhorred tune, you still need a higher level of musical skills.

This is really troublesome.

So before that, Qin Zhibo decided to use this mouse first to learn how to use it.

Looking at the little mouse in front of him, Qin Zhibo thought for a while.

"You can call me Jerry from now on."

"Do you understand?"
Chapter completed!