Cheng Han calmed down and thought of another question - how to notify the official.

Directly to the Inspectorate?

He immediately rejected the idea: "Absolutely not! Who knows if there are any ghosts of cultists in the official world?

"In case my identity is leaked out by the inner ghost, where can my small body withstand the other party's revenge?

"The safest and most secure plan is to quietly pass on the information to the authorities without revealing your identity."

Cheng Han pondered for a while, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly had an idea: "There is!" I can make the message 'fly' by! ”

He took out a pencil and a blank piece of paper and drew a few simple pictures.

This is the vision that the skill foreshadows, and it is also the evidence provided to the authorities.

Although it is sloppy, the general characteristics are all included, and as long as the official is not blind, it can definitely be recognized.

Later, Cheng Han began to make tools for sending letters.

After a busy hour, everything was ready to go.

Cheng Han checked it to make sure there was no problem, and muttered, "Wait until it's dark, and then act." ”

*

After Cheng Han finished lunch, he first used Cheng's breathing method to sleep deeply for more than an hour, and then continued to deduce the remnants of True Flame.

This thing is still in a crippled state, and the number of functions is surprisingly numerous.

He was looking forward to what it would become if he had deduced it completely.

The first deduction failed.

Cheng Han was not discouraged, and said silently again: "Analyze the sun and finish the remnants." ”

The top of the skull immediately felt a strange coolness, and the light in the spiritual sea shone brightly, and then a faint warmth surged all over the body, and it felt extremely comfortable.

This is an anomaly that has not been seen before.

Cheng Han instantly understood that the analysis was successful!

At the core of the light cluster, the faintly visible filaments of light grew rapidly, and the structure became slightly more complete, and in the process, mysterious knowledge appeared out of thin air.

After a second, the anomaly vanished.

A message flashed out: "Resolution successful!" Mastery +8, currently 34/1000 proficiency and 7.2/13.3 spirit. ”

Cheng Han was surprised.

He remembered very clearly that the upper limit of the spirit value was originally 13.2 points, but now it has become 13.3 points.

That's an increase of 0.1 points!

Cheng Han pondered for a while, and his face was excited: "The relationship between the remnant seal and the spirit is mostly complementary to each other.

"The stronger my spirit, the stronger the power of the remnant, and conversely, the stronger the remnant, the more powerful the remnant, which can also stimulate the growth of spiritual value."

He held up a finger and used his spiritual power to stimulate the True Flame Remnant Seal.

The remnant seal absorbed spiritual power, releasing a brilliant light, and the fingertips condensed a bright point of light, and the room was immediately illuminated.

This is exactly the new ability gained by completing the Remnant.

Cheng Han moved his fingers, and the light dimmed.

He laughed: "Not bad! From today onwards, I have the ability to have a 'humanoid light bulb', which can not only save candle money, but also walk at night. ”

At this moment, the remnant suddenly moved slightly.

Cheng Han was stunned for a moment, and his mind locked on the remnant seal.

A message appeared: "True Flame Remnant Seal, 0.86% completeness." ”

Cheng Han shook his head: "It's not even one percent, it seems that it is a long way to deduce it completely." ”

*

Seven o'clock in the evening.

Night fell on the small spirit realm of Tai'an.

Cheng Han carried his schoolbag and pushed his bicycle to the gate of the community.

"Wang! Woof! ”

The two mastiffs guarding the door, Peach and Plum, heard the footsteps and cried out loudly.

Cheng Han shouted: "The candles at home are running out, I'll go outside to buy a bag of candles." ”

The barking stopped.

In fact, there is a small grocery store in Shanyi Fang, but the price is a little more expensive, and many residents usually go to the big store to save a few copper coins.

Cheng Han is no exception.

He doesn't patronize small grocery stores unless it's urgent.

This is an act that is in line with the "personality" of orphans, and it is also a practice that does not arouse suspicion.

A few minutes later, Cheng Han rode his bicycle, arrived at a larger store, bought a pack of ten candles, and left quickly.

On the way back to the community, he deliberately took a detour, hid his bicycle in a hidden corner, and then burrowed into a small forest alone.

He took out a papier-mâché lantern, folded the painting and stuffed it into it, and put a small piece of candle into the lantern.

This is the "vehicle" used to deliver the letter - Kong Ming lantern.

Cheng Han smiled quite proudly: "If others do this, the success rate is almost zero, but I have the help of a plug-in to ensure that the Kong Ming lantern falls accurately to the target position." ”

He used the Omniscient Eye several times in quick succession to find the ideal place to "fly".

According to the deduction, if the Kong Ming lantern rises from this position, it will float more than 600 meters to the northeast with the help of the night wind, and finally fall into a clearing.

It was a guard post of the Inspectorate Department.

That clearing was the training ground for the outpost.

The deduction also showed that the sentry commander of the outpost, who was accustomed to walking at the training ground at night, was the time for his walk.

Cheng Han stretched out his index finger and touched the head of the candle.

The red light flashed and passed.

The candles were lit.

This is also one of the application tips of the True Flame Remnant Mark, as long as the power is controlled to concentrate on one point, it can create a high temperature and instantly ignite the combustible.

Cheng Han smiled and said, "In the future, even match money can be saved." ”

Soon, as the air was heated and expanded, the Kong Ming lantern slowly rose.

The lantern is dyed pure black, blocking out most of the light, and it looks rather dim and cannot be seen from a little distance.

This is deliberate.

The aim was to reduce the risk of exposure and avoid being traced back to the source, which is why he chose to release it in the woods.

After a dozen breaths, the lantern broke away from the woods and was blown out by the night breeze.

Cheng Han walked away from the woods quickly, pedaled the bicycle hard, and soon left.

*

Ten minutes later.

Sentry Liu, the sixth post of the Inspection Bureau, looked up at a dim point of light, floated towards the training ground, and couldn't help but stop.

The burly man, who was nearly two meters tall, glanced at it carefully and muttered, "Any child who plays with this kind of thing is not afraid of causing a fire." ”

After a while, the candle burned out.

The lantern went completely dark, and finally fell slowly into the training ground.

Its landing point happened to be more than ten meters in front of the strong man.

Liu Whistle reached out and picked up the lantern, played with it a few times, and nodded lightly: "It's quite finely made!" ”

He took the lantern apart, intending to throw it in the trash, just in time to see the folded painting.

Captain Liu unfolded it, and by the light of the street lamp, began to flip through it.

When he saw the third painting, his face changed instantly: "This painting seems to be a blood-headed spider!" ”

The painting depicts a twisted and evil monstrous monster with its chest and abdomen fully open, with eight furry legs sticking out of it, hanging upside down from the ceiling.

Its head twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, its mouth cracked at an alarming angle, and a large tentacle emerged from it in a volley-waving pose.

On the floor below, there were many corpses lying on the ground.

The most terrifying thing is that the head of each corpse has been brutally twisted off and piled up into a neat little pyramid.

This extremely disgusting practice is the unique hobby of the blood-headed spider.

The word "blood head" in the name comes from this.