"Oh roar, the little beauty C57 is about to give birth to a baby, although she is a mouse, but after all, she is a mother, and it is really shy to stare at it like this, but please forgive me for not turning off the camera, because I really haven't talked to anyone for too long, I have a belly of things I want to say, and it's good to say anything."

Qi Han pointed the camera at the cage of the little mouse C57, the little one has already begun to give birth, and when giving birth, the belly of the female mouse is downward, you will think that it is pulling poop.

However, watching the easy delivery of a baby mouse seems to be as simple as going to the toilet.

"Oh, I'm really the happiest midwife in the world, the umbilical cord mouse mother bites off by herself, the amniotic fluid licks itself clean, I... Well, I'll always need my help for a while. ”

After a while, five little mice were born in the iron cage, their skin is very thin, red, you can see a small heart beating vigorously, this is the fourth production of C57, it stands to reason that there should be eight or nine cubs, but five is not strange.

At this time, Qi Han finally had something to do, as a midwife, he finally helped out, because the skin of those little mice was very sticky, and they were all stuck to each other when they were born, struggling hard, trying to get rid of each other, and it was estimated that it was a very painful thing to stick together.

It's just that their strength is too small, and they can only reluctantly twist their bodies, and they can't separate each other at all.

After giving birth to five little mouse cubs, the little mouse C57 lay on the side weakly, not even having the strength to stand up, Qi Han was silent for a while, walked to the table, and put all the remaining little mouse food into the cage.

But it was too late, when Qi Han returned to the edge of the rat cage, C57 was already motionless, a pair of black round eyes had dimmed, and life had left its body.

"I'm sorry, I robbed you of your food, maybe you won't die when you're full!" Qi Han had a hint of sadness, which was good at what he said.

C57 has not had time to give the baby mouse its first feeding, and it stands to reason that this C57 is already the fourth calving, and this should not happen, even if it is only half full.

In fact, he didn't use the instrument to carefully observe C57's current body, if he looked closely, he would find that it had countless inexplicable scars in its body, and these scars all came from these little guys.

Looking at the squirming little guys, Qi Han silently took out the last cigarette, unfolded the cigarette case, rolled C57's body, took it to the table with his hand, and put it in the drawer, which was a good coffin, and then took a hard puff of the cigarette, closing his eyes and not knowing what he was thinking.

After a few seconds, he let out a long breath, as if he had made a decision, and saw him holding a cigarette, finding a scalpel, and standing in front of the iron cage.

His chest rose and fell violently, he gasped for breath, and finally gritted his teeth, holding a scalpel in his right hand, and slashed directly at his left wrist.

Blood spurted down the arteries, and in a short time it sprayed a layer on the bodies and faces of the five little mice, making them look even more red.

Liquid blood is the best nutrition, and when life is born, it unconsciously knows to suck Yun, and the five little guys desperately squirm their little mouths to absorb the blood covering their faces as much as possible.

They are just born and need a lot of energy.

"Lao Tzu will do experiments with you for a lifetime, and I will contribute to you, and we don't owe each other!"

Qi Han said, holding half a cigarette and wanting to take another puff, but he lost too much blood, his brain was unconscious, his hands were soft and his feet were soft, and the cigarette holder didn't touch his lips for a long time, and then, his body "plopped" and fell to the ground, unconscious.

His last thought before he fell unconscious was, "Groove, two more puffs of smoke... Waste! ”

The five little mice sucked Qi Han's steaming blood, and their bodies were changing rapidly, this kind of growth was incredible.

They grow hair quickly, but strangely enough, all five mice have different coat colors, one pure white, one yellow, one cyan, one fiery red, and one black.

In addition to the color of the coat, there is also a big difference in their appearance, the pure white mouse, in addition to the two big black eyes, there is also a small horizontal eye on the forehead, its body is one size smaller than the ordinary mouse, it looks extremely weird.

The yellow one, very strong, in a mouse, you can see the angular muscles, especially the two front paws and pangolin-like, especially with the growing physique, it looks fierce and abnormal.

In addition to being larger, the little cyan guy actually had fleshy wings on its front paws, which seemed to look more like a bat.

The fur on the little fiery red guy was very long, windless and automatic, like a burning flame, and the other little mice were trying to stay away from it.

The last little black mouse, the most quiet, half-closed eyes, lazily drinking blood, strange to say, although it is uphill, but the blood is very contrary to the laws of nature towards its position, so it eats the most.

The other little ones were naturally dissatisfied, squeaking and squeaking, as if in protest.

The little white mouse was the first to be born, and it was the first to stand up, shaking its head and shaking its hair, and the red blood on that body was not left, and it became white.

It seemed to sense something, and squeaked a few times, and the big yellow guy was growing its body, and seemed to be lazy, but as soon as it heard it, it hurriedly swiped its front paws across the metal railing.

"Wow"

The sturdy cage was directly beaten to pieces.

The little mouse rushed out, came to Qi Han's side, looked at the wound on his wrist, squeaked twice, and the dark green little mouse flew down with its wings.

glanced at Qi Han's wrist twice, squeaked twice, and licked a few mouthfuls of the wound that was still bleeding with his tongue, and the saliva on the small tongue stuck to the wound.

It was only for a moment, the blood stopped flowing, and the scratched flesh began to heal visibly, and when the other three little ones also rushed over, the wound was already a shallow red line.

The little mouse looked at the cigarette butts on the ground, as well as the rat food, and jumped on Qi Han's chest, no way, the other ones were bigger than the big brother, and they were half a head shorter when they stood on a high place.

"Squeak Squeak......"

The little guy, with his legs and buttocks supporting his body, and his two front paws and a musical conductor, were gesticulating and screaming, and the four little ones stood aside in a proper manner, and after listening for a while.

Suddenly scattered, and in the blink of an eye, the ventilation duct on the roof of the shed disappeared without a trace.

Within five or six minutes, four four-colored lights and shadows came out of the roof of the shed, and landed safely on the ground, with something in their claws and mouth.

Only the black guy came back with something on his back.

At first glance, it is a thick book, and if you look closely, it is a recipe.

Watching the other three guys take something, rice, corn, pine nuts.

The black mouse blindfolded its front paws, fainted, fell to the ground, and then rolled up and squeaked at the other three mice.

The three rats looked embarrassed with their heads down and their hind hooves drawing circles on the ground.

The little mouse squeaked and said a few words, and the black mouse shrugged his shoulder, which was not a shoulder, and grabbed it, which meant that it could only be done.

Then he kicked the tired and panting recipe to the side, and "squeaked" twice at the red mouse, and saw the red long-haired mouse run over and pick up the metal box that usually feeds the mouse.

The black rat itself seemed to be learning to meditate, the paws of both hands swayed, and a ball of water floated over from nowhere, which fell directly into the metal box, and as soon as the water arrived, the hairs of the long-haired red rat directly exploded, and the surrounding temperature suddenly rose, and the water in the metal box began to bubble up small bubbles.

The yellow squirrel took the three kinds of rice that the three rats had brought back, picked them up with their big paws, and threw them into the metal box, and the four guys surrounded the metal box, looking at the boiling water inside and the rice grains that were slowly ripening, and licked their tongues in unison.

Suddenly, the mouse seemed to remember something, picked up a grain of rice on the ground with both hands, and rubbed it between its paws, with a questioning expression.

The other mice shook their heads collectively, the mice frowned, squeezed so that the third eye was deformed, as if they had encountered a difficult problem to solve, sitting on Qi Han's chest, crossing Erlang's legs, and trembling incessantly.

Finally, it threw away the grain of rice, pointed to its ears, then to its eyes, then to its mouth, and finally to Qi Han's face.

The other four rats collectively nodded, snickering on their faces.

Yes, you can't tell Ma Ma if you kill it, this rice is not washed!