Guan Lang, who had some guesses in his mind, leaned over.
Although the sidewalk was cordoned off by police tape, there was still a group of people parked outside to watch the fun.
Some nearby residents also looked out from the balconies upstairs to watch the scene below.
There is nothing wrong with this kind of onlooker behavior. Everyone has a desire for prying eyes and curiosity.
Guan Lang is no exception.
His height stood out among the crowd, so he could clearly see what was happening in front of him from behind without having to push forward.
Several uniformed public officials were gathered in a small aisle.
This aisle leads to the back kitchen of this multi-flavor barbecue restaurant at the main entrance.
Although Guan Lang has never eaten in this barbecue restaurant, he still has some impression of it because it is on his way to and from school.
The door of the barbecue restaurant facing the street was locked. Of course, this didn't mean much, because it was only eight o'clock in the morning, which was not the restaurant's business hours.
However, Guan Lang's keen sense of smell detected a faint and strange smell, which let him know what was going on in the back kitchen alley where the barbecue restaurant processed ingredients.
Several auxiliary police officers and staff from relevant departments stood behind the warning tape and were maintaining order at the scene and persuading onlookers to evacuate.
"We are performing official duties, please do not watch around, thank you for your cooperation!"
"Hey! Sister, don't take pictures!"
Guan Lang saw that several policemen on motorcycles had arrived at the end of the street, but he did not stay at the scene and continued to watch.
Instead, I found a rooftop in a nearby rental building and climbed up to have a bird's-eye view of the scene.
Standing here, he could clearly see the situation in the alley behind the store. Although the distance of several dozen meters was not close, it was not enough to hinder him.
I saw several police officers surveying the area and taking photos, while a forensic doctor wearing a mask, gloves and other disposable clothing was examining a man's body with equipment in a silver investigation box.
A horrifyingly large hole was cut out in the center of the man's stomach, and his clothes were covered with torn marks. There was coagulated blood splattered everywhere on the scene. The garbage cans, kitchen utensils, and equipment in the kitchen were scattered all over the place.
Combined with the horrific wounds and the side mission [Mutated Blood Creatures] issued by the system, he could certainly guess the approximate murderer.
His heart became a little more solemn.
After the police carried the body onto a corpse truck and roared away, Guan Lang also left the roof.
This was the first time in his life that he had been in close contact with such a tragic corpse, and his thoughts were a little confused.
During class, I was reminded by the teacher several times because I was distracted.
However, because Guan Lang had always left a good impression on the teacher, the teacher did not hesitate to criticize him too much, thinking that he was feeling unwell today. Instead, he reminded him to take rest after class and not stay up late.
When Guan Lang went back, he stopped in front of the barbecue restaurant for a while.
The store door was closed tightly, but the warning cordon at the entrance to the alley leading to the back kitchen had been removed.
Guan Lang's expression was a little dazed. To be honest, if he had to say that he suffered any strong psychological impact from this, of course he didn't.
After all, he had no contact with the store owner. At most, he stuck his head in and took a look when passing by.
But it couldn't be completely indifferent. The person who was still alive and moving yesterday had turned into a bloody corpse today. This feeling of fragility of life still made him feel a little emotional.
His desire to become stronger became even more urgent.
There are too many accidents in reality. Even someone as powerful as him may still be fatally injured by a 0.308-inch metal projectile.
Only stronger physical fitness and abundant internal strength are the best safety guarantees.
Guan Lang looked around at the flow of people coming and going after order had been restored, and he strengthened his determination to become stronger.
He returned to his apartment and began to prepare weapons.
The dagger he used last night was the unedged handicraft sword he sold at the comic show booth a few years ago.
At that time, I also bought several other sword models one after another. They were made of solid manganese steel that had been heat-treated.
For the sharpening work, he bought a whetstone and sharpened it slowly by himself.
But I didn’t need it anymore, so I left it in the bedroom to gather dust.
He put four or five short weapons and sharpening tools into his schoolbag.
They are all hidden weapons similar to throwing knives, daggers, and darts.
In fact, he also has a dignified, elegant and majestic black-patterned Han sword, and he dances very gracefully. Unfortunately, the blade of that weapon is too long, reaching 90 centimeters in total. If he takes it out, he will probably not be able to hunt flesh and blood creatures.
He was first detained for illegally carrying a controlled knife.
So I chose a low-key concealed weapon.
Guan Lang entered the courtyard with a bag full of equipment and carefully closed the courtyard door.
Take out the handicraft sword inside. In fact, these models purchased at the comic show are not strictly compliant. If possible, you can still buy a legally registered and certified collection sword.
In the school bag are a double-edged throwing knife, a black short dagger, a kunai that has a high frequency of appearances in Naruto, and finally a three-edged hand dart, three inches and seven minutes long, and weighing seven.
Two, its small size makes it highly concealable.
He initially sharpened these knives after buying them back, but they were not sharpened very finely.
As the saying goes, sharpening the sword will make it easier to chop wood, so it should be the same for him now that he is preparing to hunt flesh and blood creatures.
He has three whetstones on hand, with mesh numbers of four hundred, one thousand, and five thousand respectively. Basically, these three whetstones are enough for daily needs.
Because he had already sharpened it once before, he directly used the 5,000-grit whetstone instead of slowly grinding it from low to high.
First, sharpen the double-edged throwing knife.
He sprinkled some water on the stone and pressed the blade against the stone, carefully feeling the angle between the blade and the stone surface.
During the sharpening process, the final thing you need is to keep sharpening at a correct angle and sharpen the edge line.
Guan Lang's hands were very steady. With the slight squeaking sound, his hand was like a precise machine, constantly pushing the blade forward.
Soon several short weapons became extremely sharp in his hands, shining with an icy cold light.
He carefully sheathed the concealed weapon and put it into his schoolbag.
Facing these extremely sharp hidden weapons, he also needs to be more careful. After all, his current skin is not strong enough to withstand swords.
If the blade was carelessly put into his clothes and hidden in his sleeves, it would be troublesome if he accidentally cut his blood vessels. He didn't want to die before he got out of the battle.