Start by parsing the sun

Chapter 7 [7] Bloodhead Spider
Cheng Han calmed down and thought of another question - how to notify the authorities.

Go directly to the Inspectorate?
He immediately vetoed the idea: "Absolutely not! Who knows if there are any internal ghosts of alien believers in the official department?
"In case my identity is leaked by the ghost, how can my small body withstand the other party's revenge?
"The safest and most secure solution is to quietly pass the information to the authorities without revealing your identity."

Cheng Han thought hard for a while, then a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly had an idea: "Yes! I can let the news 'fly' over!"

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

This is the scene predicted by the technology, and it is also the evidence provided to the authorities.

Although it is relatively rough, the general characteristics are all included, as long as the official personnel are not blind, they can definitely be identified.

Then Cheng Han started to make tools for sending letters.

After an hour of busy work, everything is ready.

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

*
After Cheng Han finished his lunch, he first used Cheng's breathing method to sleep deeply for more than an hour, and then continued to deduce the remaining marks of true inflammation.

This thing is still in an incomplete state, but it has many functions that are surprising.

He is quite looking forward to what it will become if it is fully deduced.

The first deduction failed.

Cheng Han was not discouraged, and said silently again: "Analyze the sun, complete the remaining seals."

Immediately, a strange coolness appeared on the top of the skull, the light cluster in the sea of ​​spirits shone brightly, and then a faint warmth surged up all over the body, feeling extremely comfortable.

This is an anomaly that has never occurred before.

Cheng Han instantly understood that the analysis was successful!
At the core of the light cluster, it can be seen that the light filaments grow rapidly, and the structure becomes a little more complete, and in the process, mysterious knowledge appears out of thin air.

After a second, the abnormality disappeared.

一道信息闪了出来：“解析成功！熟练度+8，目前熟练度为34/1000，精神值为7.2/13.3。”

Cheng Han was very surprised.

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

It actually increased by 0.1 points!
Cheng Han pondered for a while, then looked excited: "The relationship between residual seal and spirit is mostly complementary.

"The stronger my spirit is, the stronger the power of the remnant seal will be, and conversely, the stronger the remnant seal, it will also stimulate the growth of my spiritual value."

He raised a finger, using his mental power to activate the residual mark of true flames.

Remnant Seal absorbed spiritual power and released a brilliant light. A bright spot of light condensed on the fingertips, and the room was immediately illuminated.

This is exactly the new ability obtained by completing the remaining seals.

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

He laughed: "Not bad! Starting today, I have the ability of 'humanoid light bulb'. Not only can I save money on candles, but I don't have to worry about walking at night."

At this time, the residual seal suddenly moved slightly.

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

A message appeared: "Remnant marks of true flames, completeness 0.86%."

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

*
Seven o'clock in the evening.

Night fell on Tai'an Little Spirit Realm.

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

"Wang! Wang!"

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

Cheng Han shouted: "The candles at home are almost used up, I'm going outside to buy a bag of candles."

The barking stopped.

In fact, there is a small grocery store in Shanyifang, but the price is a little higher. Many residents usually go to big stores to shop in order to save a few coins.

Cheng Han is no exception.

He doesn't patronize the small grocery store unless there is an urgent need.

This is a behavior that conforms to the "personality" of orphans, and it is also an approach that does not arouse suspicion.

A few minutes later, Cheng Han rode his bicycle to 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 went into a small forest alone.

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

This is the "vehicle" used to send letters - Kongming lanterns.

Cheng Han smiled very proudly: "If others do this, the success rate is almost zero, but I have the help of a plug-in to ensure that the Kongming Lantern falls exactly to the target position."

He used the all-seeing eye several times in succession, and found an ideal place to "fly".

According to deduction, if the Kongming Lantern is launched from this position, it will drift more than 600 meters to the northeast with the help of the night wind, and finally fall into an open space.

There is a post of the Inspection Department.

That open space is the training ground for the outpost.

The deduction also shows that the head of the post is used to walking on the training ground at night, and now is his walking time.

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

The red light flickered.

Candles are lit.

This is also one of the application skills of the True Flame Remnant Seal. As long as the power is controlled and concentrated at one point, high temperature can be created and combustibles can be ignited instantly.

Cheng Han smiled and said, "In the future, you can even save money for matches."

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

The lantern was dyed pure black, blocking most of the light, making it look quite dim, and it couldn't be seen from a little distance.

This is on purpose.

The purpose is 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 or so breaths, the lantern left the forest and was blown by the night wind.

Cheng Han quickly left the woods, pedaled hard on his bicycle, and soon went away.

*
10 minute later.

Inspector General Liu of the Sixth Outpost of the Inspection Office looked up at a dim spot of light floating towards the training ground, and stopped involuntarily.

The burly man with a height of nearly two meters took a few careful glances and muttered, "Which child is not afraid of causing a fire when playing with this kind of thing."

After a while, the candle burned out.

The lantern was completely darkened, and finally slowly landed in the training ground.

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

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

He took the lantern apart to throw it in the trash when he saw the folded painting.

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

When he saw the third painting, his expression changed instantly: "This painting looks like a blood-headed spider!"

This painting impressively depicts a twisted and evil terrifying monster, its chest and abdomen are fully opened, and eight hairy legs protrude from it, hanging upside down from the ceiling.

Its head was twisted 180 degrees, its mouth split open at an amazing angle, and a large tentacles emerged from it in a volleying gesture.

On the floor below, there were many corpses lying in disorder.

The most frightening thing is that the heads of each corpse were brutally twisted off and piled up into a neat little pyramid.

This extremely disgusting practice is exactly the unique hobby of the blood head spider.

The word "bloodhead" in the name comes from this.

(End of this chapter)