Let's start by analyzing the sun

Cheng Han calmed down and thought about another problem: how to notify the authorities.

Should he go directly to the Inspection Department?

He immediately rejected the idea: "Absolutely not! Who knows if there are any cultists of the alien god among the officials?

"The Eye of Omniscience is only level 3, and its ability is limited. In addition, due to the lack of correlation, it cannot deduce the internal situation of the authorities.

"If my identity is leaked by an insider, how can my small body withstand the revenge?

"The safest and most reliable solution is to pass the information to the authorities secretly without revealing my identity."

Cheng Han pondered for a while, and a flash of inspiration came to his mind, and he immediately had an idea: "I have it! I can let the message 'fly' over!"

He took out a pencil and white paper and drew a few simple pictures.

These were the scenes predicted by the skill, and also the evidence provided to the authorities.

Although they were relatively rough, all the general characteristics were included. As long as the officials were not blind, they could definitely identify them.

Afterwards, Cheng Han began to make tools for sending the letter.

After working for an hour, everything was ready.

Cheng Han checked it again to make sure there were no problems, and muttered, "Let's take action after dark."

*

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

This thing was still in a incomplete state, and its functions were already surprisingly numerous.

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

The first deduction failed.

Cheng Han was not discouraged, and once again silently recited: "Analyze the sun, complete the remnant imprint."

An unusual coolness immediately rose from the top of his head, the light cluster in the sea of consciousness shone brightly, and then a faint warmth surged throughout his body, feeling extremely comfortable.

This was an abnormality that had not appeared before.

Cheng Han instantly understood that the analysis was successful!

In the core of the light cluster, faint light threads could be seen growing rapidly, the structure became slightly more complete, and in this process, mysterious knowledge appeared out of thin air.

After a second, the abnormality disappeared.

A message flashed out: "Analysis successful! Proficiency +8, current proficiency is 34/1000, mental value is 7.2/13.3."

Cheng Han was greatly surprised.

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

It had actually increased by 0.1 points!

Cheng Han thought deeply for a while, with an excited expression: "The remnant imprint and the spirit are mostly complementary.

"The stronger my spirit, the stronger the power of the remnant imprint, and conversely, the stronger the remnant imprint, it can also stimulate the growth of mental value."

He held up a finger and stimulated the Remnant Imprint of True Flame with his mental power.

The remnant imprint absorbed mental power and released a brilliant light, and a bright spot of light condensed at his fingertip, and the room was immediately illuminated a lot.

This was the new ability obtained by completing the remnant imprint.

Cheng Han moved his finger, and the light spot dimmed.

He smiled: "Not bad! From today onwards, I can be considered to have the ability of a 'human-shaped light bulb'. Not only can I save money on candles, but I'm also not afraid of walking at night."

At this moment, the remnant imprint suddenly moved slightly.

Cheng Han was stunned for a moment, and his mind locked onto the remnant imprint.

A message appeared: "Remnant Imprint of True Flame, completeness 0.86%."

Cheng Han shook his head: "It's not even one percent. It seems that the road to completing it is long and arduous."

*

Seven o'clock in the evening.

Night fell on the Tai'an Small Spirit Realm.

Cheng Han carried his schoolbag, pushed his bicycle, and walked towards the gate of the residential area.

"Woof! Woof!"

The two spirit mastiffs guarding the gate, Taozi and Lizi, heard the footsteps and barked loudly.

Cheng Han shouted, "The candles at home are running out. I'm going out to buy a bag of candles."

The barking stopped.

In fact, there was a small grocery store in Shanyi Ward, but the price was slightly more expensive. Many residents usually went to large stores to shop in order to save a few copper coins.

Cheng Han was no exception.

Unless it was urgent, he would not patronize small grocery stores.

This was a behavior that conformed to the "persona" of an orphan, and it was also a way to avoid suspicion.

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

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

He took out a paper lantern, folded the painting and stuffed it inside, and put a small piece of candle into the lantern.

This was the "carrier" used to send the letter - a Kongming lantern.

Cheng Han smiled quite triumphantly: "If others do this, the success rate is almost zero, but I have a plug-in to help, which can ensure that the Kongming lantern accurately falls to the target location."

He used the Eye of Omniscience several times in a row and found the most ideal "release" location.

According to the deduction, if the Kongming lantern took off from this location, with the help of the night wind, it would drift more than 600 meters to the northeast and finally fall into an open space.

That place was a sentry post of the Inspection Department.

That open space was the training ground of the sentry post.

The deduction also showed that the sentry chief of that sentry post was accustomed to taking a walk in the training ground at night, and now was his walking time.

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

A red light flashed and disappeared.

The candle was lit.

This was also one of the application skills of the Remnant Imprint of True Flame. As long as he controlled the power to concentrate on one point, he could create high temperature and instantly ignite combustibles.

Cheng Han smiled and said, "I can even save money on matches in the future."

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

The lantern was dyed pure black, blocking most of the light, and looked quite dim. It could not be seen from a distance.

This was done on purpose.

The purpose was to reduce the risk of exposure and avoid being traced back to the source. He chose to release it in the forest for this reason.

After a dozen breaths, the lantern left the forest and was blown away by the night wind.

Cheng Han quickly left the forest, pedaled his bicycle hard, and quickly went away.

*

Ten minutes later.

Liu, the sentry chief of the Sixth Sentry Post of the Inspection Department, looked up at a dim spot of light, drifting towards the training ground, and couldn't help but stop.

This burly man, nearly two meters tall, took a closer look and muttered, "Which kid is playing with this kind of thing? Aren't they afraid of causing a fire?"

Before long, the candle burned out.

The lantern turned completely black, and finally slowly fell into the training ground.

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

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

He opened the lantern and planned to throw it into the trash can, but he happened to see the folded painting.

Chief Liu unfolded it and began to read it by the light of the street lamp.

When he saw the third painting, his face suddenly changed drastically: "This painting seems to be of a Blood Head Spider!"

This painting vividly depicted a twisted and evil terrifying monster, its chest and abdomen completely opened, with eight hairy legs extending from within, hanging upside down from the ceiling.

Its head was twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, its mouth cracked open at an alarming angle, and a large bunch of tentacles emerged from it, making a gesture of waving in the air.

And on the floor below, many corpses lay scattered.

What was most frightening was that the heads of each corpse were cruelly twisted off and piled up into a rather neat small pyramid.

This extremely disgusting practice was the unique hobby of the Blood Head Spider.

The word "Blood Head" in the name comes from this.