Conan's grammatical investigator

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

Open the system, the general skill proficiency can already buy [Magic Flute].

Finally, he glanced at the new items in the mall this week, and Qin Zhibo bought the [Magic Flute] with a sigh of relief.

[Prop bar: navigator, nuclear lighter, flash gun, guard totem, shroud, night vision goggle x 2, crowbar, magic power extractor, famous detective's bug, binoculars, Lord of the Rings, decoy doll, Gift of the Golden Tree, Fireproof Suit, Fear in a Bottle, Substitute Messenger, Star Fishing Rod, Destiny Coin, Magic Flute]

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

This is a rather simple piccolo flute without any decorations. The whole body of the flute is off-white.

Taking a closer look, this flute is full of traces of polishing with some kind of object, even the edges of the flute holes.

This kind of grinding is not fine grinding with sandpaper, all the friction lines are very chaotic and out of order.

Qin Zhibo pointed the air hole of the flute to his lips, tried to kiss him, and blew out a syllable casually.

beep--

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

Qin Zhibo changed his fingering and played again.

beep--

Also not very loud, and just as low-pitched as the one just blown.

"Ok?"

Qin Zhibo tried to play several different fingerings in a row, but no matter how he changed it, the tone of the flute was monotonous and low, without any characteristics at all.

"I don't believe it anymore, can't you find the tune?"

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

Even if the music skill can't pack all the instrument playing skills at once, it will at least use the piccolo.

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

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

Every syllable from the magic flute exudes a deadly low, which is very unpleasant.

Gradually, Qin Zhibo lost his patience.

The sound of this piccolo is really unpleasant, more tormenting than listening to a continuous piece of poor kazoo playing without any structure.

Fortunately, the office is considered to be a single building, and there are no close neighbors around, otherwise someone would come to the door in a short while.

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

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

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

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

Don't Have
Blow it.

Blow twice.

still none
This made Qin Zhibo a little annoyed. Could it be that he was cheated by the system?
system!I didn't expect you to learn to deceive people with thick eyebrows and big eyes!

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.

This thing does not come with an instruction manual, so Qin Zhibo read the introduction again.

【Magic Flute】

[Taboo of a monastery family]

【Own this thing, you will dream of a red swineherd in the silent night】

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

【Even if they come from the wall.】

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

Judging from the sequence of the introduction, it should be the dream first, dreaming of a red swineherd.

Then play the same tune again to call the group of mice.

I lack the link of dreaming, so of course I can't use the magic flute.

That being the case, fast forward to night.

11:00, close to bedtime.

After Qin Zhibo finished washing, he visualized the [Magic Flute] in his hand before going to bed.

According to the introduction, the premise of dreaming is to "hold this thing".

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

Putting Piccolo under the quilt, Qin Zhibo closed his eyes, and a sense of sleepiness flooded into his brain.

After an unknown amount of time passed, Qin Zhibo opened his eyes again, but he was not in the warm bed.

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

In front of him was a cliff more than ten meters high. Looking down, he could see the ground was full of red and white filth.

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

Those disgusting turbid objects constitute a sinister scene that is even less than one-thousandth of the train toilet.

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

Even a will of steel as high as 90 will feel obvious discomfort in front of this scene.

This doesn't seem to be a picture of hell that can be drawn in the real world.

And among the filth, a gray-bearded swineherd who looked like a devil was standing in it.

His skin was like a smoked pig's head in a deli, and his body was covered in rags of different colors, like a layer of filth.

Gray sticks in gaunt hands drove a herd of fat four-legged animals covered in disgusting fungus.

These beasts walk in filth, exuding an indescribable disgust.

Qin Zhibo: Will -10
Suddenly, the swineherd stopped and took out a stick from his pocket.

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

The swineherd held the flute in his hand, and aimed his dark lips under his gray beard at the blowhole.

beep--

beep--

A monotonous and low, obnoxious note came from the flute.

Although every syllable from the flute is low, in Qin Zhibo's ears, subtle differences can indeed be heard.

However, this level of discrimination is not enough for Qin Zhibo to completely reproduce the repertoire played by Dizi.

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

The swineherd continued to play the monotonous flute that would drive a human mad enough to pull his ears out.

This abominable playing is just like Mussorgsky's eerie cry when the demons danced wildly when he played the piccolo in "Night on the Barren Mountain".

Howling, ghost crying and wolf howling, these sounds that can easily cause people's psychological discomfort are mixed together with low-pitched flute sounds.

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

There is no way, Qin Zhibo can only change his strategy, instead of using musical skills, he uses the most primitive method - observing fingering.

This is a clumsy method used by music beginners, but it is suitable for the current usage scenario.

Qin Zhibo stared at the red swineherd's fingers carefully, not letting go of any detail.

Every time the swineherd manipulated the flute hole with his fingers, he memorized it in his heart, and then used his own hands to reproduce it again.

Fortunately, the swineherd's playing is not a superb technique, if you just watch it once, Qin Zhibo can probably reproduce about 30%.

But just when Qin Zhibo was concentrating on learning how to play the flute, which was as hideous as a ghost crying, the swineherd suddenly stopped playing.

The low and monotonous flute sound stopped abruptly, replaced by an incomparably rustling sound from the dome of the cave.

Qin Zhibo looked up.

In the twilight, a large group of rats fell like a torrential rain, falling on the dirt and four-legged animals at the bottom of the cave.

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

After a while, none of the swineherd's grazing animals was spared. They were all eaten up and became a pile of filth.

Finally, the rats took aim at the swineherd.

They first presented something to the swineherd, who took it with his hand.

That is a flute.

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

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

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

Qin Zhibo stared at that hateful red streak, his body froze for a moment.

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

But beneath its loathsome exterior, it doesn't matter what it does.

Suddenly, the rats in the filth swarmed up and engulfed the swineherd like a tide.

"call!"

Qin Zhibo woke up suddenly from the dream, and the sweat on his neck made people feel a bit of coolness from waking up.

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

Opening the quilt, Piccolo lay quietly on the bed without moving.

Picking up the flute, the body of the flute has a cold and damp feel, which naturally gives people a sense of disgust.

Qin Zhibo got out of bed and walked to the door, turned on the light, and re-examined the flute.

The lines on it are still the same kind of chaotic wear, no different from the daytime.

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

The lines on it are not polished, but traces gnawed by mice.

As for the raw material for gnawing, it is the bones of four-legged livestock
This is a bone flute.

Thinking of this, Qin Zhibo's throat couldn't help itching, as if he wanted to vomit.

I blew to my mouth during the day!

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

But considering that several hours have passed, and brushing teeth before going to bed, even rinsing mouth can only be a psychological comfort.

So, Qin Zhibo took the bone flute and washed it in the toilet several times.

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

Judging from the information displayed in the dream, it looks like a bone flute.

But judging from the heavy feel, the density of this thing is obviously higher than that of bones, more like a kind of jade.

It may be that the age is too long, resulting in the fossilization of the bone.

Qin Zhibo didn't think too much, quickly picked up the flute, and re-enacted the flute fingering of the red swineherd.

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

beep--

beep--

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

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

beep--

beep--

After playing for a few minutes, a dissonant voice suddenly came from the room, and they wanted to form an ensemble with it.

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

He lowered his breath, so that the sound of the flute decreased accordingly, making it easier to hear the strange sound.

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

Opening the door, there was a blue-gray little mouse.

The light shines from a high place outside the door, showing the smallness of this mouse.

Qin Zhibo just stared at the little mouse, and the little mouse also looked up at Qin Zhibo with his head raised, his eyes were so dark that they reflected light, 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 slid into the house very quickly.

"stop!"

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

After staring wide-eyed 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.

"Turn around."

The mouse started circling again.

"Get down."

The mouse got down again.

Qin Zhibo tried more than a dozen common commands in a row, and this little mouse could execute them perfectly.

Although these instructions can be completed by ordinary pets, they are all trained conditioned reflexes, and have no practical use except for performance.

No one should be so crazy as to train pets to kill people, right?

And this little mouse was meeting for the first time, so he could have such a tacit understanding with him?
Or does it mean that this little thing has high intelligence and can understand the meaning of every command it gives?

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

The test content is naturally the most classic mathematics problem.

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

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

In addition, it can't do multiplication and division at all, and it 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 itself when it first met.

If you practice a little more, you should be able to further improve your tacit understanding and complete some precise operations that you can't do.

In the dream, what the red swineherd called out was not a single mouse, but a large group of rats.

Qin Zhibo guessed that his current playing of the [Magic Flute] was not in place, which made it impossible to call out the rats.

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

Of course, due to the difficulty of reproducing that tune and the fact that dreams are easy to forget, a higher level of proficiency in music skills is still required to completely restore that hateful tune.

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'll be called Jerry from now on."

"You understand?"

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