Chapter 245： Listen, the sound of heartbreak (for the new rudder master Kaos Deleghe!) (1/2)

(Thanks to the book friend Kaosdeleg for the reward of 15000 starting point coins and promotion to the rudder master. Congratulations on this chapter.)

Almost in the morning, those nasty little things had grown to the size of a ball, and they kept sprinting in the grass, as if the entire courtyard was full of them.

Lin Chou knew these mice, and their scientific name was White-tailed Mole.

After the cataclysm, they played the role of scavengers. Whether they were fresh fruits, dead branches, or even accumulated humus, they were food for them. They were only the size of a finger when they were born. If food is sufficient, they can grow in size within a day. Ten centimeters in length, the complete white-tailed mole even weighs more than 16 kilograms.

Their body shape is very similar to that of hair balls, both of which are cylindrical.

The forelegs are stubby, the palms are particularly enlarged and wide and flat, with strong shovel-like claws to facilitate digging and foraging, the hind limbs are powerful and fast, the outer ears are completely degraded, and there are almost no eyes.

In fact, their eyes are a decoration, equivalent to a blind man.

White-tailed moles rely on the vibration of the ground to perceive danger, and within half a second they can use their shovel-like claws to dig out a shelter on the ground, very cunning.

However, due to the large size of the white-tailed moles, the tender meat and the outstanding reproductive capacity, rapid growth, etc., they are the darling of the rat breeders in Xiacheng District of Mingguang Base City, and the selling price is much higher than that of ordinary mice. , And the red-cheeked bamboo rat are the two kings of the rat.

The white-tailed mole's lanugo hair is only one centimeter long, grayish and a bit pink. I don't know how many moles there are in the yard, but their lanugo hair drifts with the wind, covering almost every inch of the space.

Lin Chou sneezed again and again, along with the floating lanugo, there was the smell of fishy and nasty feces.

”call!”

The strong wind blows, and the mole's tiny lanugo is like a floating stream, being taken to the distant wilderness.

”Your uncle!” Lin Chou was in pain.

Thus, the rat-catching operation began.

The hairballs and the bulls, the red forest sorrows, and the pitcher grass fence all joined the war.

Nepenthes is the most powerful, tens of hundreds of meters long vines cover the sky, and rumblingly beat the ground, shaking Xiao Wu's simple room.

The white-tailed mole is extremely sensitive and petite. Compared with the pitcher plant, which is hundreds of meters high, it is like an ant and an elephant.

The effect is conceivable. If the anti-aircraft guns hit the mosquitoes, let's not say whether they can hit them.

Just with the stance of pitcher plants slamming against the ground, within a few minutes, hundreds of meters of ground around them can be rammed into the foundation of a tall building.

The Nepenthes fence failed.

The hairballs were shot, and the mycelium spewed out from the ground like fireworks, and the moles squeaked from time to time. They were pushed out of the soil and exploded into blood mist.

The hairy cow also made a remarkable contribution this time, rolling across the ground quickly, and each mole was bitten out by it, thrown into the air, and then divided by the hyphae of the hairball.

Lin Chou was very pleased, and then looked at himself and Chi Zhi. They were busy for half an hour, and they didn't even catch the shadow of a mole.

Secretly gritted his teeth, as long as one, one is fine!

Don't forget the special skill of the God of Cooking menu. When I add it to the menu, I will see how you can run it!

After two hours, Furball stopped attacking, not because the mole was completely wiped out, but...were off.

The body of the hair ball that returned to its normal state has shrunk by almost a third, and the hyphae on the surface of the body have wilted. Lin Chou felt distressed for a while, so he quickly put the hair ball in his pocket and let it rest.

Looking at the battered ground and the second-generation moles emerging from countless mole holes, Lin Mei sighed deeply. The white-tailed mole was so terrible.

Once the danger of endangering the population is sensed, the moles hiding in the deep caves as long as they are more than eight centimeters in size can grow and mature rapidly in just a few minutes, and then perform some indescribable behavior frantically. , A second-generation mole with at least hundreds of births will be born within an hour, and then scatter one after another to flee or evade.

A generation of moles will die instantly, paying for their explosive reproduction.

But as long as there is a pair of moles successfully escaped from danger, and they are given two or three days to eat and grow, there will be no pressure at all to form a group of rats again.

There is no suffocating operation, no strength against the sky, and the brain circuits are not very easy to use, even the blind and deaf.

But the white-tailed mole used this stupid method that was as simple as picking its feet to thrive on the land after the cataclysm, spreading to any place that humans can or cannot see.

In a way, this is a complete crush, a bit unreasonable death.

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The rat farmers raise all kinds of mice in all-metal cages, with no gaps at all, lest they cause a rat infestation in the base city, not Lin Shou's situation.