Chapter 644 Chicken Diary

"Xiaobai" wandered anxiously in the cage, trying to cry.

After a period of trying, when it found that all its efforts were of no avail, it was finally forced to accept the reality and, like other roosters, bury its head in pecking at the corn kernels and no longer dwell on the strange things that happened to it.

Qiao An observed from the side, and saw that "Xiaobai" silently accepted this innocent disaster, and his appetite didn't seem to be affected much. He was relieved at first, but then felt a trace of inexplicable sadness.

Thinking about it carefully, "Xiaobai" has no other choice but to accept it. It is just a chicken, and it is destined to be unable to refuse to be a human meal or an experiment. Instead of worrying about the doom that it cannot escape, it is better to eat to its heart's content while it is still alive, at least without being a starving ghost.

From this point of view, those who advocate "there is wine today and the drunkenness today" are actually similar to the mentality of "Xiaobai", except that chickens don't know what "pessimism" is, and they just instinctively settle down with the situation, while human beings are more optimistic because of their innocence. Developed wisdom, more delicate emotions, experience deeper despair and disillusionment.

The next day, Joan woke up to the crowing of the cock. Putting on his coat in a hurry, he ran downstairs without even caring to wipe his face, and went to the kitchen backyard to observe his experimental subjects.

In a cage made of wooden slats, three little roosters held their chests high and crowed vigorously, as if they were singing in a competition.

"Xiaobai" tilted his head, his eyes were full of confusion, he tried several times to sing, but he couldn't make a sound. Perhaps because it didn't want to experience frustration anymore, it simply gave up the innate habit of crowing in the morning, turned its back to its companions, and buried its head in pecking at the corn kernels.

Joan suspects that "Xiaobai" is using unrestrained eating to vent his depression caused by disability, at least he can forget unpleasant things while eating. If it goes on like this, it won't take long for it to eat itself into a big fat chicken, and it will be closer to the day when it will be slaughtered and cooked.

"It was almost like suicide."

Qiao An sighed with emotion, and afterward cheered up and performed the "aphasia technique" again. This time, he also turned his favorite little cock called "Er Hua" into a mute.

Although he felt some sympathy for these living experimental subjects, Joan had to admit that thanks to the sacrifices of the roosters, the experiment has gone smoothly so far.

Seeing that the spell he invented had the expected effect on the roosters, he was quite happy in his heart.

In the early morning of the next day, only two chickens were crowing, and both "Xiaobai" and "Erhua" lost their voices.

Qiao An went downstairs early to check, made a record in the experiment log, and then cast a spell to make "Big Flower" dumb.

In the early morning of the fourth day, Joan didn't hear the rooster crowing when he got up, which surprised him, so he quickly put on his clothes and went downstairs to check.

Walking into the backyard of the kitchen, I heard a faint cock crowing in the distance, which was overwhelmed by a more violent beating sound, and the crowing turned into a moan.

Qiao An was even more surprised, and hurried to the chicken coop, squatted down to take a look, and couldn't help being startled!

The last young rooster in the cage with intact vocal cords, blood-stained yellow feathers. Whenever it tried to crow as usual to celebrate the dawn, the other three roosters who had lost the ability to crow turned their heads and stared at it collectively with hatred.

"Xiao Huang" timidly retreated to the corner of the cage, and just as he uttered a low cry, the feathers on "Xiao Bai"'s neck exploded instantly, flapped its wings and swooped towards it, pecking and biting its head and body frantically.

When the four little roosters were bought back, they were all about the same size. However, after three days of feeding, "Xiao Bai" who became dumb at first ate like crazy almost day and night. His body size and weight were obviously larger than "Xiao Huang's", and his temperament became more distorted and violent. Crazy, the poor "Xiao Huang" was completely confused by it's pecking. He neither understood why "Xiao Bai" bullied him, nor had the ability to resist.

The other two little roosters, "Erhua" and "Dahua", watched silently from the side, neither participating in the fight nor trying to stop them, their expressions were as dull as their vocal cords.

Qiao An took a deep breath, suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and used the "Mage Hand" to push away the "Xiao Bai" who was riding on the back of "Xiao Huang" and stopped it from attacking.

From his observation just now, "Xiao Bai" seems to be jealous that "Xiao Huang" can still cry, and then vents his jealousy with violence.

Although "Big Flower" and "Er Hua" did not participate in the fight, their expressions did not show any sympathy for what happened to "Little Yellow", and they seemed to be gloating.

Qiao An couldn't figure out why these four little roosters who were getting along well three days ago suddenly turned against each other.

It was obviously not about competing for territory, food, or a mate, but rather that his magical experiments split the roosters into different groups, which led to conflict.

The more Joan thought about it, the more he felt that this question was very profound, and perhaps it should be included in the research category of psychology, sociology and even philosophy, but he was just a little mage, and he didn't know much about knowledge other than arcane knowledge, and this was not the case. focus of his research.

Qiao An scratched his head, to dispel distracting thoughts, took out a small piece of black agate, and cast the 2-ring "Aphasia" to turn "Xiao Huang" into a dumb person.

There was silence in the coop.

In this deathly silence, "Xiao Huang" shook his neck in vain, trying to make a sound, but he couldn't even make a cry.

"Xiaobai", "Dahua" and "Erhua" tilted their heads and stared at "Xiaohuang", and lost interest in it after a while, and turned to pecking at the corn kernels.

The next morning, Joan woke up in silence. Thinking of the cage of chickens I raised, I went downstairs to the backyard to check.

The four little roosters are very lively, and "Xiao Bai" doesn't have the ferocity of pecking and biting towards "Xiao Huang" yesterday, and they seem to get along very well.

When Qiao An observed "Xiao Huang", "Xiao Huang" also looked back at him seemingly unintentionally. For some reason, Joan seemed to see a trace of gratitude in the little rooster's eyes.

What does it thank me for?

Joan couldn't help wondering.

If "Xiao Huang" is smart enough, he should hate people who damage his voice.

However, Joan couldn't see any hatred in its eyes, maybe he was thanking himself for making it dumb, like the other three roosters, so that it no longer appeared to be independent and would no longer be affected by its companions. neglect and bullying.

Qiao An didn't think that the chicken's emotions were so rich and its thinking ability was so developed. The so-called "grateful eyes" were probably just his own illusion.

But for some reason, this thought made him shudder, and he didn't dare to face the four silent roosters in the cage alone, and hurried out of the courtyard as if fleeing.