Guan Lang, who had a little guess in his heart, leaned over.

Although the sidewalk has been cut off by a cordon, there is still a group of people parked outside to watch the excitement.

Some nearby residents also peered out from their upstairs balconies to watch the scene below.

This kind of onlooker behavior is understandable, and everyone has a desire to snoop and be curious.

Guan Lang is no exception.

He stands out in height from the crowd, so he doesn't have to squeeze forward to see what's going on in front of him.

Several uniformed public officials are sitting in a small aisle.

This aisle leads to the back kitchen of the multi-flavor barbecue restaurant at the main entrance.

Although Guan Lang has never entered this barbecue restaurant to consume, because he is on his way to and from school, he is still somewhat impressed.

The door of the barbecue restaurant was locked to the street, but of course it was not noticeable, because it was only eight o'clock in the morning, and it was not the restaurant's opening hours.

But Guan Lang's sensitive sense of smell smelled a faint strange smell, but he knew what was going on in the kitchen alley behind the barbecue restaurant where the ingredients were processed.

Several auxiliary police officers and staff of relevant departments were standing behind the cordon to maintain order at the scene, and were evacuating and persuading the onlookers at the scene.

"We are on official business, please don't watch, thank you for your cooperation!"

"Eh, big sister, don't take a camera!"

Guan Lang saw that several patrol officers on motorcycles had arrived at the end of the street, and did not stay at the scene to continue watching.

Instead, I found a roof in the surrounding rental building and climbed up to see the situation at the scene condescendingly.

Standing here, he could clearly see the situation in the kitchen alley behind the shop, and although the distance of a few tens of meters was not close, it was not enough to become an obstacle for him.

I saw several police officers surveying and taking pictures around the area, while a forensic doctor wearing disposable clothes such as masks and gloves was examining a man's body with the equipment in a silver investigation box.

A terrifying hole was cut in the center of the man's stomach, his clothes were covered with tearing marks, blood stains that had been coagulated were splattered everywhere at the scene, and kitchen waste bins, kitchen utensils, and equipment in the back kitchen were scattered all over the place.

The terrifying wound, combined with the side quest [Mutated Blood Qi Creature] released by the previous system, he could certainly guess the approximate murderer.

His heart grew a little heavier.

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 come close to such a corpse that had died so badly, and his thoughts were a little chaotic.

During class, I was reminded several times by the teacher because of my distraction.

However, because Guan Lang has always left a good impression on the teacher, the teacher was not willing to criticize him too much, thinking that he was unwell today, but reminded him after class to pay attention to rest and not stay up late.

When Guan Lang went back, he stopped in front of the barbecue restaurant for a while.

The door was closed, and the cordon to the entrance to the back kitchen had been removed.

Guan Lang's expression was a little dazed, to be honest, if he had any strong psychological impact because of this, of course he didn't.

After all, he didn't have any contact with the shopkeeper, at most, when he passed by, he went in and took a few looks.

But it can't be completely indifferent, the person who was still walking around alive yesterday has turned into a bloody corpse today, and this sense of fragility of life still makes him feel a little emotional.

His desire to become stronger was a little more urgent.

There are so many accidents in reality that even if he is as strong as him now, he can be fatally injured by a 0.308-inch caliber metal projectile.

Only stronger physical fitness and abundant internal strength are the best safety guarantees.

Guan Lang looked around at the flow of people who had restored order and came and went, and strengthened his determination to become stronger.

He returned to his apartment and began to work on the preparation of weapons.

The dagger he used last night was the unbladed handicraft sword he had sold at a comic con stall a few years ago.

At that time, I also bought a few other sword models, which were made of manganese steel that had been heat-treated.

The cutting work is that he buys his own whetstones and sharpens them slowly.

But then I didn't need it, so I threw it in the bedroom and ate ashes.

He packed four or five short weapons and sharpening tools into his bag.

They are all hidden weapons similar to throwing knives, short daggers, and darts.

In fact, he also has a dignified and elegant, majestic black-patterned Han sword, and he dances very chicly, but unfortunately the sword body of that weapon is too long, and the whole sword reaches ninety centimeters.

So I still chose a low-key hidden weapon.

Guan Lang entered the courtyard with a heavy bag of equipment and carefully closed the courtyard door.

Take out the handicraft swords inside, in fact, these models purchased at the Comic Con are not strictly compliant, if possible, you can still buy a legally recorded, certificated collection of swords.

What is in the bag is a double-edged flying knife, a black short dagger, and a kunai with a very high appearance rate in Naruto, and finally a three-edged dart, three inches and seven minutes long, weighing seven taels, and a small size, which makes it very hidden.

These knives were preliminarily cut after he bought them at that time, but they were not sharpened very finely.

As the saying goes, sharpening a knife is not a mistake for a woodcutter, so it should be the same if he is now ready to hunt flesh creatures.

He had three stones on hand, four hundred, one thousand, and five thousand respectively, and basically these three stones were enough for daily needs.

Because he had already grinded it once before, he directly went up to 5,000 meshes, and he didn't have to grind it slowly from low to high.

The first thing to sharpen is a double-edged flying knife.

He sprinkled some water on the stone and pressed the blade against the stone, carefully sensing the angle between the blade and the stone face.

In the process of sharpening the knife, the ultimate thing is to maintain a correct angle and sharpen the cutting edge consistently.

And Guan Lang's hand is very steady, with the slight sound of rubbing, his hand is like a precise machine, constantly pressing the blade forward.

Soon several short weapons were in his hands, which became extremely sharp, flashing with an icy cold light.

He carefully sheathed the weapon and put it in his bag.

He also needs to be more careful in the face of these extremely sharp hidden weapons, after all, his current skin is not to the extent that it can shake a sword.

If the blade is put into his clothes with a big grin, and the sleeve is hidden, in case he accidentally cuts his veins, it will be troublesome, and he doesn't want to die before he can get out of the school.