Don’t Discriminate Against Species

"Mr Zhuang, this place… doesn't have the conditions for the magnetic field effect to take form, right?" A physics-oriented leader bravely stood out. "Why is there still…"

"The quality of soil might have influenced it," Zhuang Qing walked over to the area where the corpse had vanished and looked at the floor above. "You'll definitely be able to find a reason."

The three leaders glanced at one another and started to seriously consider the composition of the soil that made up this plot of land. Yet, no matter how much they pondered over it, they couldn't find any conditions that satisfied it. In the end, the three people took out their phones and checked the database while arguing with one another.

"See this? This is the serious attitude of a scholar," Zhuang Qing turned towards Fu Li. "If you studied this meticulously, attending university won't be a dream."

"I think…" Fu Li swallowed. "Dreaming might be a bit easier."

"Do you really want to attend university?" Seeing him adopt a frightened look yet again, Zhuang Qing said, "I'll give you classes when we return. Anyway, you've given me quite a few good things, so just treat it as the fees for your apprenticeship."

"I've lived for so many years. Becoming your apprentice…" Fu Li was slightly moved. But the him who had gradually understood social dealings still pretended to hold back. "Isn't that not very good?"

"Have you heard of 'One Word Master'?" Zhuang Qing bent over and touched the ground. Without even raising his head, he said, "Since there's someone willing to teach you, don't be fussy."

Fu Li was about to reply when he saw someone fall from the top of the building another time. He opened his jade bone umbrella over Zhuang Qing's head. The moment the human silhouette came into contact with the umbrella, it vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving no traces.

The three leaders: …

Was this also the magnetic field effect?

"This umbrella of mine has special attachments that may have broken the magnetic field," Fu Li's eyes widened, innocence and purity written all over his face. "We've taken a look, the school doesn't have any major problems. Perhaps the students were influenced by rumors, causing them to develop psychological suggestions."

Zhuang Qing raised a brow as he looked at Fu Li. He'd matured - he even knew what psychological suggestions were.

'Our school has engaged a professional psychology teacher, we will arrange for a few psychology classes in the future."

"I'll lend you the umbrella first," Fu Li passed the umbrella to the three people. "We're going up to the rooftop to take a look. There's no need to be scared no matter what you see, this umbrella of mine can break through any strange magnetic fields."

The three leaders felt that holding up an umbrella on a rainless night was a little foolish, but seeing Fu Li’s smiling appearance, they subconsciously took the umbrella. After Zhuang Qing and Fu Li went in, a leader exclaimed, “Aiya, I forgot to give them the key. Should I deliver the key to them?”

"In horror movies, people who act on their own initiative and rush to deliver things to others will always encounter strange things," Another leader pushed up the glasses on the bridge of their nose. Under the moonlight, the leader's grizzled hair gave off a glow of wisdom and farsightedness. "They're young and have good legs, they can come back for the key if they forgot to take it. We're old, so we shouldn't join in on the action."

Despite the fact that these two young men had repeatedly explained that it was the magnetic field effect or whatnot, they understood in their hearts that this was just their way of consoling three old men. Particularly that smiling, good-looking young man - there were definitely other uses to the umbrella he had specially stuffed into their hands.

Fu Li pushed open the door to classroom 604. A thick layer of dust had accumulated on the roof. The ceiling fan creaked as it spun. A boy wearing a white top was writing at a desk with tremendous speed. After he finished writing, he looked up at the door and smiled. "You're here?"

Fu Li didn't speak. He walked to the boy's table. There was a suicide letter on the table.

"I thought you wouldn't come," The boy climbed onto the windowsill and stood up, turning to look at Fu Li. "I saw you return earlier on."

The expression on his face was rigid and mechanical. Two streams of blood flowed from his eyes. "You agreed to jump with me that year, but you didn't come. I waited for you year after year. You finally came."

"You've grown old and fat."

Fu Li followed him and climbed onto the windowsill. "Did those students also jump with you?"

There was a type of ghost who would forever be tied down to a certain location by emotion, resentment, and longing, unable to leave. The human world had given this sort of ghost a name - earthbound spirit.

This sort of ghost usually had no sense of existence, but if something were to stimulate their emotions, they would repeatedly act out the scene prior to their death and pull other innocent people down with them. Eventually, they would turn into a vengeful ghost.

The boy shook his head. "Ping Wei, I was only waiting for you."

"Waiting to jump with me?" Fu Li pushed open the nineteenth century-style windows, and smiled at the boy beside him. "Sure."

The boy smiled. His smile was warm, like the early spring sun. "When we meet again in our next life, we will definitely be together openly, never to be worn down by the world."

Fu Li looked at the boy's pure face and nodded slowly. "Yes."

"Great," The boy gazed at the moon in the sky. "The moon might not be round, but I am reunited with you." Then, he jumped.

Seeing this, Fu Li immediately turned, jumping down with him.

The boy watched Fu Li's falling figure and reached out a hand, gently holding his palm, before slowly vanishing in the air.

This time, there was no splashing blood, no body beyond recognition, and no dull sound indicating that something had landed on the ground. The night breeze gently grazed Fu Li's face as he floated to the ground. Turning, he saw the three leaders staring at him. He pulled on a string behind him. "Oh, I'm hanging from a wire."

The three school leaders chuckled sarcastically.

Zhuang Qing jumped down from the sixth floor as well. Without the slightest care, he pulled out a single string from behind him. "I'm also hanging from a wire."

The school leaders: …

There was no need to force an explanation, they might as well just treat them as blind fools.

"Is there a new teacher at your school called Ping Wei?" Fu Li raised his head, looking at the clean, tightly-closed windows on the sixth floor. The air-conditioning machine hung outside. It seemed to have been installed fairly recently.

"The psychology teacher newly-engaged by the school is called Luo Pingwei," One of the leaders answered. "He was a graduate from our school twenty years ago. The past few years, he's achieved relatively good results overseas, and our school spent a lot of money to invite him back."

Twenty years…

The lifespans of humans were so short, how many twenty years did they have?

In television dramas and novels, they constantly pursued love and extolled love. But when faced with love, these humans chose life and wealth. Wasn't this behavior very contradictory?

Actually, it was quite good that humans could forget the trifles of their past lives after reincarnating. At least, they would have a new future to look forward to. Let those emotionally-damaging relations be forgotten, it would be best if they were to never meet again in their next life.

"I suggest that you let the police investigate this individual. Perhaps there will be new discoveries," Fu Li took back his umbrella.

"Mr Fu, these things… Did that ghost tell them to you?" A professor who had restrained himself for a very long time finally voiced this question.

"You must be joking, ghosts don't exist in this world. Besides, the human heart is scarier than a ghost." Zhuang Qing glanced at Fu Li's hands. "Believe in science in this new age, don't believe in things of the past."

The school leaders: …

The three of them felt that Fu Li's words were a little obscure, but they contacted the police in accordance with Fu Li's intentions. The police investigated for consecutive nights and discovered many confusing theories in Luo Pingwei's house - something about exchanging a life for another life to awaken someone who had already died.

Following that, the police discovered that the criminal suspect had a homosexual partner twenty years ago. This lover was unable to withstand society's scrutiny and thus jumped from a building, committing suicide. Nobody knew who he had heard such nonsensical things from, but after returning to the school, he used mental hypnosis to induce suicidal behavior in students with weaker mental states. He had wanted to borrow their deaths as a means of rousing his lover.

The truth had long been buried with the deceased. Perhaps the man himself was aware that he was cowardly and despicable, and thus concealed his betrayal that year.

After settling this matter, Zhuang Qing dragged Fu Li to the toilet.

"I don't go to toilets," Fu Li was confused.

"I'm not asking you to go to the toilet," Zhuang Qing twisted the tap. "Wash your hands!"

Fu Li cast a helpless glance at him before extending his hands under the tap.

"Wash your right hand two more times," Zhuang Qing thought of the scene of Fu Li jumping with the earthbound spirit and furrowed his brows. "He jumped, so you also jumped. Do you think you're filming a movie?"

"I was just helping him to fulfil his desire," Fu Li looked at Zhuang Qing. "Human lifespans are short. It's okay to satisfy their desires."

Zhuang Qing scoffed wordlessly.

Ilyz: wait, FL doesn't go to the toilet? do yao not need to go to the toilet? o.o