The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

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 device Gift of the Golden Tree, Fireproof Suit, Fear in a Bottle, Substitute Messenger, Starry Sky 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-white 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 just as low-pitched 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 folk singer, so he is not a complete music novice.

Even if the musical skills cannot be packaged in all instrument playing skills at once, at least the piccolo will be used.

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 shoddy kazoo performance.

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 on 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 the same tune is played again to summon the rats.

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

That being the case, 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 this 7777 proficiency in vain, Qin Zhibo must of course carry out every step without compromise.

Hugging Piccolo under the quilt, 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 light white shimmer.

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

These filthy things seemed 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 of that of a train toilet.

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

Even with an iron will of 90, he 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 pigherder with a gray beard and a demon-like appearance was standing.

His skin was like a pig's head that had been smoked red in a deli, and he was covered in rags of different colors, as if he were covered in a layer of filth.

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

These animals walked in filth, exuding unspeakable disgust.

Qin Zhibo: Will -10

Suddenly, the swineherd 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 [Magic Flute], but there seemed to be some indescribable differences.

The swineherd took 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 by the flute.

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

The swineherd continued to play a monotonous flute sound that would drive a human crazy and make him want to pull his ears off.

This abominable playing is just like Mussorgsky's piccolo playing in "Night on Bald Mountain", the eerie cries of the 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 he still couldn't distinguish it clearly.

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

This is a stupid method for beginners to use, 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.

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 devoted himself to learning the abominable flute playing, which was like a ghost crying, the pigherder suddenly stopped playing.

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

Qin Zhibo looked up.

In the dim light, a large group of rats descended like a rainstorm, falling onto the filth and four-legged livestock 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 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 pigherder picked up the piccolo and glanced at Qin Zhibo above the abyss without warning.

Qin Zhibo looked 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 exterior, it doesn't matter what he does.

Suddenly, the rats in the filth 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, he 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 vomiting.

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 still 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 was 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 low flute sound came from the cavity of the flute.

beep--

beep--

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

Fortunately, most of this street is filled with shops, which are open during the day. There are almost no people living here at night, so 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.

Sip, sip, sip

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

Qin Zhibo just stared at the little mouse, and the little mouse also raised its head and stared at Qin Zhibo, with its 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.

"Twirl 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 a very high intelligence and can understand the meaning of each of his instructions?

In order to test the mouse's IQ, 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 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 from the first meeting.

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 hated 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?"

Zhizhi——