Chapter 825

The police had already figured out Bai Lang's whereabouts during this time, and even the few tour group members who participated in his Japan trip were visited one by one. Of course, the few people he taught in the park were also visited, and even the videos of Bai Lang practicing martial arts recorded by some people with mobile phones were taken away by the police.

Bai Lang didn't mind those few people recording videos. That was because he didn't care whether his martial arts would be stolen or spread, and how could he have imagined that just over a month later, he would become a wanted criminal involved in a human life lawsuit? And those who watched his videos and studied his materials were not just the police.

There were experts gathered, experts in human physiology and sports, experts in Chinese martial arts, and of course, experts in actual combat—mainly veterans from certain special departments, and even professional fighting athletes joined the video research. "According to the currently collected materials—this initial video was obtained by us through some special channels from Japan, which is the surveillance footage of the target person's first exposure of his 'kung fu' to save people."

The expert in charge of the explanation paused, let the video finish playing, and then switched to a screen shot by a young man's mobile phone. "Suspect, okay, let's call him a suspect, after all, he has five lives on him. His physical fitness, including striking ability and reaction ability, should have reached the limit of humans, and some aspects should exceed the upper limit that humans should have—based on his physique. According to the test, he killed ***..." The screen switched to the headshot and corpse picture of the second victim, "When killing ***, two palms, one palm shattered the entire set of ribs, and the other palm shattered the collarbone and broke and compressed the ribs."

At the same time, the video switched back to the animal world screen. In the screen, a deer provoked a tiger that was drinking water for some reason. It was obvious that the tiger was semi-tamed in a zoo or wildlife park, and its wildness was not strong. However, in the video, the tiger just used its forelimbs to easily and lightly break the deer's cervical spine like playing...

Everyone intuitively felt that the suspect Bai Lang was probably like this, killing the second victim very easily. Then the screen was divided into two. On one side, Bai Lang was practicing martial arts step by step, "Sit on the Golden Throne!" The expert who studied Chinese traditional martial arts said softly. In the screen, Bai Lang stomped one foot, folded his hands in front of his dantian, his momentum was as stable as Mount Tai, and he sat down. The feeling was as if the whole video shook and was pressed down.

The other screen was the photos of the third, fourth, and fifth victims, which also gave people a feeling as if a tiger was killing those deer or goats, easily and freely. Even through the screen, one could feel the momentum of not caring about human life at all, "Sure enough, if you have a sharp weapon, your heart to kill will arise." Someone said, which was exactly the same as Bai Lang's evaluation of himself.

"Yes, having this power that exceeds the human limit—no matter what, his strike to kill someone must be about the same as a tiger. Even professional boxers can't produce such power. According to the conclusion obtained from mechanics and autopsy, every strike's power exceeds one ton."

"We have also controlled the people who were 'taught' by those suspects, and let them conduct memory and physical fitness tests. The result is the level of ordinary martial arts enthusiasts. At least there is no kung fu that exceeds the ordinary level so far." The police also said so, "How did this person practice it?" The Chinese martial arts expert said so, and the professional athletes and experts from special departments just looked at the situation of Bai Lang practicing martial arts in the screen silently. This person's figure rose and fell, and the "Big Dragon"—the spine—on his body fluctuated, combined with his fist and foot movements, as if a fierce tiger standing upright was really practicing martial arts.

"We also want to know, but if we can't catch him, everything is in vain." Including the police experts, everyone sighed. Bai Lang's whereabouts were actually very clear to everyone present—this person must have gone over mountains and ridges, but who knew where he went? A range of tens of thousands of square kilometers, there was no way to catch him.

As for the protagonist they cared about, Bai Lang was also quite embarrassed in the mountains. Maps plus wild compasses could only be said to be of little use. In most cases, it was the way to death—because compasses would be a bit out of order in some situations, such as iron ore and magnetite underground, and even if there was no problem, it would be out of order. And Bai Lang, whose map-reading skills were almost zero, after leaving the normal national highway and entering the mountains, also quickly lost his judgment of his orientation.

The maps in these map books could only be used as tourist maps or road maps. For people who were really in the wild, the use was not great—because many mountain trends and the flow of water would not be marked at all, and it was not a contour map... In fact, Bai Lang was lost. He could only say that he walked according to the south on the compass. As for where he was? Sorry, he couldn't determine it at all.

Climbing mountains and ridges all the way, relying on his martial arts, it was still okay. It was just that resting at night was a bit troublesome—Bai Lang didn't make a fire if he could, just because he was afraid of being discovered by possible helicopters overhead. And the dry food and water he carried, if he ate and drank sparingly, could also persist for a period of time. Physical fatigue was okay, but mental fatigue was really unbearable.

At this time, although Bai Lang's clothes were still complete, his shoes were about to be scrapped. The journey of climbing mountains and ridges and wading through water proved that the so-called wild shoes were not reliable. The wild shoes bought for hundreds of yuan were really not reliable...

However, where the Internal Force circulated, the martial arts of the Golden Bell Shield had already made progress. Because he had to practice Qi on different parts of his body to avoid injury during climbing, the method of practicing Qi became more and more proficient, gradually becoming an unconscious spontaneous urge, and the heart followed the intention without special attention, and the Internal Force naturally flowed and burst out.

So don't look at the clothes gradually becoming tattered, and the shoes being finished, but there were basically no scars on Bai Lang's hands, feet, and body. The Golden Bell Shield's kung fu indeed made his skin and flesh very tough. The stings and mouthparts of ordinary plants and insects could no longer pierce his skin. Those mountain leeches and big flower mosquitoes couldn't do anything to him—this was a kung fu that could save lives. I don't know how many people died in the mountains because they contracted diseases after being bitten by mosquitoes or leeches and couldn't get timely treatment.

Similarly, the most dangerous Chinese big hornet, this kind of wasp that is widely distributed in Chuan Zang, could not hurt him either. And Bai Lang also found several wild beehives, and tried to dig some honey and the like as high-calorie food. "At least there is a compass, so I won't go around in circles in the mountains." Bai Lang said loudly in bitterness—in order to overcome mental fatigue, Bai Lang adopted the method of talking to himself loudly.

It was indeed like this. With a map and a compass, Bai Lang could at least ensure that he was walking in a straight line. Otherwise, if he went around in circles in the mountains, even with his martial arts, I'm afraid he would die in the end. ===== CHAPTER 826 =====