Let's start by analyzing the sun

The sky was faintly bright.

The black cat sneaked into the house, carrying a rattan net bag silently.

Inside the net bag, there were many bird eggs of various sizes, probably no fewer than ten.

Cheng Han's voice came from the bathroom: "You're back?"

He sensed the Sheriff's entry with the help of the Spirit Control Remnant Mark.

The black cat quickly walked to the bathroom door, gently placed the net bag on the ground, and greeted its master: "Meow~"

Cheng Han turned his head and glanced at it, immediately stopping his brushing: "How did you bring back so many bird eggs?"

How much did this cat like stealing bird eggs? Even when going out to work, it was still thinking about it.

I'm really impressed!

The black cat squatted on the ground and meowed several times: "Meow~ Meow Meow~"

It was explaining the reason: This cat just happened to take a few bird nests along the way home, this cat definitely did not delay doing serious business.

Cheng Han spat out a mouthful of foam and advised: "In the future, I need to use birds for some things, try to steal fewer bird nests, otherwise the birds will be scared away by you."

The black cat flicked its tail.

Cheng Han instructed again: "Return the net bag to the owner later, understand?"

This cat didn't bring this thing when it went out earlier, it was undoubtedly something secretly borrowed from some family.

The black cat flicked its tail again.

Cheng Han glanced at the bird eggs and said: "Forget it, since you've already brought them back, I'll fry a few bird eggs for you later."

The black cat wagged its tail happily: "Meow~"

More fried bird eggs to eat!

The master really understands this cat's intention of stealing bird eggs!

It was worth this cat taking a detour and searching in the forest for so long.

*

Cheng Han had just finished brushing his teeth and was about to go to the kitchen to make breakfast when the black cat suddenly bit his trouser leg and tugged it gently.

He was stunned for a moment and asked: "What do you want to take me to see?"

The black cat meowed and quickly walked towards the door.

Cheng Han opened the door and was immediately stunned.

Beside the door, there was a pile of firewood, and it could be estimated that the weight was no less than thirty pounds.

Not much.

But not too little either.

Enough for a few days of heating.

The shapes of these woods were uneven, not like things bought from a store, but more like they were cut from the wild.

Cheng Han stared at the firewood and silently said: "Deduction."

An illusion appeared: Two small figures, each holding a pile of firewood, walked to the door with difficulty, put down the firewood, and quietly left.

It was the little brother and sister from the neighbor's house.

Without a doubt.

This family is not stupid, they have realized that the barbecue came from next door, so they returned the favor by sending firewood.

Cheng Han stroked the cat's head and smiled: "Remember what I said yesterday? 'We always have expectations for human nature,' because there are always unexpected surprises."

The black cat seemed to be lost in thought.

*

After breakfast.

Cheng Han began to "check" the black cat's surveillance results.

The Sheriff lightly jumped onto the sofa, lay down directly, and was completely relaxed: "Meow~"

It was ready.

Cheng Han stroked its forehead and activated the Spirit Control Remnant Mark with his mind.

Both the man and the cat shook at the same time.

The remnant mark released a faint blue light, transmitting part of the black cat's memory in a very mysterious way.

Cheng Han immediately "saw" a series of images.

Not continuous.

But intermittent shots.

The first shot:

In the night.

A short middle-aged man slowly walked to the yard, picked up some firewood, and walked back into the house.

It was Chen Zhengyang.

His pace was much slower than ordinary people, and he coughed loudly from time to time, as if his physical condition was seriously poor.

Cheng Han vaguely felt that this person's walking posture had an unspeakable strangeness, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

The second shot:

Late at night.

The door of the house suddenly opened, Chen Zhengyang walked out slowly, wandering around the yard in an almost sleepwalking posture.

"Cough! Cough!"

The coughing sounded continuously, more intense than during the day.

Chen Zhengyang walked to the corner, paused, spit out a mouthful of phlegm forcefully, and then walked back into the house.

Cheng Han frowned.

At this time, ordinary people had already been asleep for a long time, but this guy was wandering around, which was obviously very wrong.

The third shot:

The black cat seemed to realize that Chen Zhengyang's behavior was quite suspicious, it changed a monitoring point and began to observe the base of the wall, where the sputum was spat.

After a while.

A small thing seemed to wriggle at the base of the wall, it slowly climbed to the root of the wall, and then climbed up the wall along the wall.

Although the black cat's eyesight was far more acute than humans, and it could see at night, it still couldn't see what it was because of the distance.

Just then.

A black shadow swept over, grabbed the small thing, and flew away.

This was obviously a nocturnal bird.

So far.

The monitoring ended.

Cheng Han thought for a while and asked: "After Chen Zhengyang came out once in the middle of the night, did he stay in the house all the time?"

The black cat replied: "Meow~"

Meaning: Yes.

Cheng Han rubbed the cat's head vigorously and praised: "You did a great job!"

The black cat squinted its eyes happily.

Cheng Han smiled: "Okay, you've worked hard all night, go and rest now."

The black cat rubbed its owner's hand and burrowed back under the cabinet.

That was its cat nest.

Cheng Han pondered: "The phlegm Chen Zhengyang spat out should contain extraordinary power, catalyzing some kind of creature, what exactly does he want to do?

"That bird grabbed the little thing, was it a coincidence, or a well-designed part of the plan."

The whole thing was full of weirdness.

Cheng Han recalled the image of the bird and silently said: "Deduce the origin of this bird."

His scalp felt a chill.

His spirit dropped by 0.4 points.

But there was no feedback.

Cheng Han shook his head and gave up continuing to deduce: "The things around Chen Zhengyang are not simple, and the level of the All-Knowing Eye is too low, plus the lack of related objects, it is indeed difficult to deduce."

He activated the Spirit Control Remnant Mark, sensed an extremely obscure connection, and sent out a call.

Before long.

A white-clawed crow flew in from the window and rubbed Cheng Han's fingers with its head.

As usual, Cheng Han first provided a "work meal", and then transmitted some memories to it, letting it be responsible for daytime monitoring.

Compared to the gray-spotted sparrow at the beginning, this bird has a slightly larger brain capacity and is smarter, so he called it over.

"Caw! Caw!"

The white-clawed crow called a few times, flapped its wings and flew away.

Cheng Han packed up simply, and went out with his schoolbag.

Off to school!

*

Cheng Han was riding his bicycle, and as he approached the school gate, he saw two feather beasts standing by the roadside, "Aww Aww" calling non-stop.

Next to the feather beasts, a tall young man was talking to a servant dressed in servant's clothes.

All the students passing by walked around them.

Cheng Han recognized him at a glance, the prominent figure of the Fifteenth High School, the class leader of Class One in the fifth grade - Jing Jiuxiao.

There were only three students in the school who rode feather beasts to and from school, and this person was one of them.

After arriving at school, the servant would send the feather beasts back.

Before school was over, the servant would bring the feather beasts to greet him.

In short, typical wealthy behavior.

Cheng Han frowned and muttered to himself.

He arrived at school at this time almost every day, but he had never encountered Jing Jiuxiao before, but he happened to meet him today, was it too much of a coincidence?

Cheng Han glanced at the young man and unhesitatingly made a deduction.

An illusion slowly emerged.

A keyword appeared - Fourth War Regiment.

Jing Jiuxiao happened to be a reserve warrior of the Fourth War Regiment.

In one scene, this person cursed "traitor" in front of some people.

This person obviously believed that since he was a student taught by Qiu Yuan, he must sign with the Fourth War Regiment, and switching to the Second War Regiment was a betrayal.

Honestly, this did not exceed his expectations.

Choosing one of the two, he was bound to offend one party, this was an unavoidable thing, no one could take all the advantages.

Cheng Han's eyes showed coldness, and he disdainfully muttered: "You can't compete with Yan Dongting, so you specifically came to target me, do you really think I'm an easy target to bully?"

He jumped off his bicycle and pushed it towards the school gate.

After a few breaths.

"Aww~ Aww~"

The feather beast's cry suddenly rose a notch.

The two big guys didn't know what was wrong, and suddenly fought into a ball.

This sudden change surprised everyone.

"Snap~"

The rope tied to the wooden stake was suddenly torn off.

One feather beast was bitten hard, and under the pain, it staggered back a few steps, and very "coincidentally" crashed into Cheng Han not far away.

The long feather beast tail instinctively swung up high, lashing over like a whip.

This was undoubtedly a well-designed script.

The only purpose - to give Cheng Han a lesson in front of the whole school!

"Hey!"

Cheng Han shouted loudly.

Thanks to the effect of the Spirit Realm Remnant Mark, this sound revealed a full sense of solemnity.

Everyone around, including the feather beasts, was shocked.

Cheng Han's eyes flashed, and he immediately struck a strange pose.

This was the seventh form of the Nine Yuan Strengthening Style, and also a form that very few students could master - Mountain Moving Stance.

In his sea of spirit, the Source Sense Mark rapidly expanded, and then shone brightly, a source of energy poured into his body, and his arms strangely swelled a lot.

Cheng Han grabbed the bicycle and threw it out heavily.

This thing weighed dozens of pounds, and ordinary students would have to spend a lot of effort to lift it.

But at this moment, in his hands, the bicycle was like an extremely light toy, flying five or six meters away in an instant, accurately hitting the feather beast.

At the same time.

Cheng Han snorted in his heart.

Think I'm an easy target to bully?

Today I'll let you get your head broken and bleed!

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