"Brother Ziqi, there is no music this time." Looking at the bubble spirit wandering around on the ground, he whispered.

"Hmm."

"What about us?"

"Let's get started." Ziqi clenched his fists hard.

The 1 in 6 probability is a little small for someone who wants to work hard to get something done, but it's already a big deal for a gambler who once never died.

"Okay."

With the sound of two soap bubbles bursting, both "1" and "2" appeared safely.

There are five bubbles left.

"This is the third bubble to appear, and the number in it is '6'." Lingling said, pointing to a bubble on the ground.

"Hmm."

"And this bubble here is the sixth to appear, and the number in it is '4'."

"Hmm."

"Now you're going to choose from the remaining three bubbles." The spirit pointed to the ground.

"Hmm." Ziqi stared at the remaining three bubbles tightly, "Leave it to me." ”

"Okay." Ling Ling replied crisply, and gave Ziqi a big smile.

Lingling completely trusts Ziqi, and she trusts everyone in the team.

No matter how great the difficulties along the way, there is always a way to turn danger into a disaster, and this time should not be an exception. Because it's all the result of mutual trust and joint efforts.

The three bubbles are still shaking, and although the swing is small, it seems to never stop.

Although Ziqi was trying hard to observe them, they all looked exactly the same except for the difference in position.

The numbers hidden in it are like a secret garden that can never be penetrated.

Left, right, or middle?

The chance of being correct is one in three.

Ziqi looked around, and the hut was surprisingly quiet.

Master Poker lay motionless on the ground. The Chimera Rat also stood silently against the wall, but his eyes looked back and forth between himself and Lingling, as if he wanted to say something. The spirit beside him generously gave all his hope to himself, just waiting silently and not participating in any opinions. And the blue Mr. Mole stood not far away with his eyes slightly closed, as if he had fallen asleep?

Hmph, it's a little different from gambling.

Because the time to make your own choices seems to be very generous.

So, which one to choose?

The only reference is the melody of the music, but this time there is no melody, so what was the melody like before?

Ziqi racked his brains to recall.

But for nothing.

"Lingling?" Ziqi suddenly shouted.

"Huh?"

"Can you hum the previous melody?"

"No, you can't." Ling Ling said embarrassedly, "Brother Ziqi, all my previous attention was focused on the order in which the bubbles appeared. ”

"Well, that's okay." Ziqi also smiled at Lingling, how could he not be like this.

After all, it wasn't that long ago that he discovered the secret of those numbers and decided to listen to the melody, just before this mole appeared.

And suddenly the melody was gone.

Forget it, Ziqi shook his head, since he can't remember the melody of the music, then choose any one.

Take your pick.

Just as Ziqi locked his eyes on a bubble that didn't look good, a few crisp whistles suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Woohoo blah

The whistle is melodious and tactful, staggered, and every note is very full.

This is? This is?

That's right! This is the melody that Mr. Mole plays on his flute.

Ziqi and Lingling immediately began to search for the source of the sound.

It's not Mr. Mole, and it's not the poker master who falls to the ground and just gasps for air.

It's a chimera rat.

I saw him leaning against the wall, his mouth slightly raised.

"Is that you?" Ziqi shouted loudly.

The Chimera Rat nodded immediately, pointed to his tongue with his finger, and waved at everyone.

"You mean you can't talk yet?" Lingling immediately understood what the Chimera Rat meant.

The Chimera Rat nodded again, his tongue still bleeding slightly.

"But you remember the melody of the music, don't you?" Lingling asked.

"Hmm." The sound of the Chimera rat is muffled.

"Great! You don't have to speak, just repeat the melody a few more times. Lingling said excitedly.

"Woohoo blah

The melody sounded again.

For the Chimera rat, who lives underground all year round, the vast majority of the sounds he hears in his life are not human sounds. It's the sound of bees flying, the sound of butterflies flapping their wings, even the sound of grass burrowing out of the soil, the sound of flowers blooming.

All of these sounds have one thing in common, and that is that they are extremely subtle.

It is precisely because of the years of dealing with these subtle sounds that the Chimera rat is extremely sensitive to sounds, and has learned to whistle without a teacher.

When the flute appeared, he remembered the beautiful melody almost immediately.

He had never heard music before, and it was the most incredible and moving sound he had ever heard. So he was full of longing for this melody.

He listened carefully every time Mr. Mole appeared, but this time the music didn't play, and he regretted it. It was at this moment that he saw Ziqi and Lingling, who were equally sorry, and he got a message from his simple brain circuit, maybe they also needed this sound?

So why don't you try to restore it with a whistle?

And so there is everything above.

"Good, very good." Ziqi gradually became familiar with this melody, "It's almost, but for the sake of insurance, I have to bother you again, as a final confirmation." ”

The Chimera nodded, a glint of excitement in his little eyes, he had never felt so useful as he did today.

"Woohoo blah

The whistle sounded again, louder, clearer, and more moving than before.

It was so touching that even Mr. Mole in his sleep opened his eyes, and he wanted to see which guy dared to challenge him?

"Good! Good! Ziqi clapped his hands and said, "It's definitely no problem this time, I've worked hard for you." ”

The height of the alto of those three bubbles has been fully determined by itself, and it is familiar to me.

"Lingling, which one is the last soap bubble to appear?"

"Wait a minute." Lingling said as she walked towards a bubble.

"This is the one next to me."

"Okay, step on it."

"Hmm."

With a "pop", the bubble burst, and the number flashing inside was indeed "3".

"Brother Ziqi, that's right." Lingling excitedly shouted, "It's time to look for '4', we already know it's in the sixth bubble." ”

"Smack."

With a crispy sound, "4" made its debut.

"Alright, Lingling, let's step on the fifth bubble." Ziqi said very confidently.

"Hmm."

"5" also appears with the popping sound of the bubble.

The Chimera Rat stared at the two of them with two small eyes and smiled, and he seemed to have played a big role, which made him very happy.

Mr. Blue Mole also glared at two small eyes, but the tense muscles on his face indicated that it was not easy, because these two stupid-looking guys were not wrong?

Does this mean that he is about to be wiped out?

There are only two bubbles left on the ground, and everyone already knows where "6" is, which means that the puzzle has been completely solved.

"Then there's '6,' and it's in the third bubble, which is here."

As Lingling's words fell, the soap bubble burst.

There is only one bubble left.

"Let me do it." Ziqi said, because the only bubble was at his feet.

"Smack."

The sound is exceptionally crisp.

With the debut of "7", a more crisp system prompt sounded again.

"Jingle bells."

A sound like a silver bell.

Mr. Blue Mole disappeared with the crisp ringing, and the level was finally passed.

But the system doesn't give people time to breathe, and the game continues, which shows that the flute-playing guy is still not the final boss of the whack-a-mole game.

However, it is still those stupid earthy gophers that appear on the screen, and it is not difficult to eliminate them.

"Ahh The Chimera rat made a faint sound as he pointed at himself.

"Do you want to say that you've rested enough and can help with whack-a-mole?" Lingling asked with a smile.

"Uh-huh."

"Okay, thank you then, this area is for you." Lingling stretched out his hand and drew a circle.

"Hmm." The Chimera rat ran over excitedly.

"Jingle bells."

"Jingle bells."

"Jingle bells."

With the addition of the Chimera Mouse, everyone is more comfortable fighting ordinary gophers, and the Chimera Rat is extremely agile, and many poor gopher heads are eliminated before they can fully stretch out.

“61。”

“62。”

“63。”

The spirit is still recording the numbers.

The poker master who fell to the ground gasped with difficulty, and from time to time there was a crisp system prompt and the sound of stepping on the ground, he knew that everyone was trying, but he still couldn't get up, because the whole world seemed to be turning.

Damn, is this time as a spiritual leader going to hold back?

This must not be!

Master Poker began to rub his swollen skull vigorously, and although each blow was accompanied by a sharp pain, the vertigo seemed to subside little by little.

“72。”

“73。”

“74。”

When the 74th mole was eliminated, the crowd finally won a short break.

"Below, there should be another special gopher." Ling Ling whispered.

"Hmm." Ziqi nodded and said, "I just don't know when it's a head." ”

"Ahh The Chimera rat made a muffled sound as he shook both hands at the same time.

"You're telling us not to be in a hurry, are you?" Lingling said.

Each time she understood the Chimera rat very well.

"Uh-huh." The Chimera rat nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, you can't rush." Ling Ling smiled first, then let out a long breath.

Although noon may have come, and although the whereabouts of Ah Zao are still unknown, things must be done one by one.

Impatience has always been the biggest enemy of doing things.