Chapter 88: Help

Just now, during the English test, I got a bit carried away with the Golden Bee Gu.
In a classroom full of people, I had piloted the little bug to fly around and look at everyone’s test papers, and not a single person had noticed.
I was quite convinced that no one could detect the Golden Bee Gu.

I never expected that in the blink of an eye, Yi Zhiqiu would sense the Golden Bee Gu’s prying gaze and sharply turn his head to check.
Although he seemed to find nothing after a confused look and turned back to the students, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the Golden Bee Gu’s concealment wasn’t just against the naked eye of ordinary people.
Its aura was completely contained.
Even my eyes couldn’t see any ominous aura or spiritual light on the Golden Bee Gu; it was just like a normal little bug.

This was also the reason why Yi Zhiqiu, despite feeling the prying gaze, did not discover the Golden Bee Gu.
If the Golden Bee Gu had even a trace of an aura, his magic eye would have long since detected the problem.
What a close call.

But this also showed, from a different angle, that even without relying on his magic eye, Yi Zhiqiu’s intuition was extremely sharp.
He could easily detect even a bug watching him.

After recording the situation of all the students, Yi Zhiqiu thought for a moment, then walked over to me and said, “Xia Yubing, after class at noon, could you go to the archives and get a few files for me and take them to the security office?”
“I’ve already spoken with the administrator.”
“If you go find him, he will give you the files.”

“Huh?”
“Why?” I was stunned, not expecting him to suddenly approach me.

“Because I still have to go to other classes to do safety inspections and don’t have the time.”
“Help me get the documents after class,” Yi Zhiqiu said.

“No, I mean, why me?” I asked again, not used to the feeling of being actively sought out by someone.

“Because you’re the only one I know in this class,” Yi Zhiqiu said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

He made so much sense that I couldn’t refute it.
Some classmates next to me were whispering, “He really knows how to pick.”
“He asks the school beauty to be his assistant right off the bat.”

At this moment, the homeroom teacher also came over and said, “Xia Yubing, since Consultant Yi needs your help, you should go assist him.”

“Okay, teacher,” I nodded.
I hadn’t planned on refusing such a small matter anyway.
After hearing this, Yi Zhiqiu nodded and left the classroom for the next class.

After class at noon, Xiao Qing came to my side with a worried look.
“Yi Zhiqiu asked you to help him, will that be a problem?”

“What problem could there be?”
“It’s just helping him get a file.”
“Besides, he is my savior, after all,” I said.
Unlike Mo Qingyan, who was somewhat wary of Yi Zhiqiu, I actually respected and trusted him.

So, I went to the archives alone.
The school’s archives contained the personal files of all the students, as well as the lists of previous graduates and records of major events that had occurred at the school.
I didn’t know what Yi Zhiqiu wanted these documents for.

The position of archive administrator was a cushy job.
The current administrator was an old man on the verge of retirement.
It was said that he was the principal’s relative and had gotten the job through connections.

When I walked in, he was sorting through a pile of documents on his desk.
I stated my purpose directly, “I’m here to get some documents for the Safety Consultant.”
“He said he told you in advance.”

“Ah, you’re finally here.”
“I’ve been looking for them all morning.”
“Take them, this is what he wants,” the administrator said, casually stuffing the documents on the desk into a kraft paper bag and handing it to me.

“Thanks,” I took the documents.
I was about to turn and leave, but as I was walking out the door, I heard the administrator inside muttering to himself, “Looking for records of student suicides and disappearances, what bad luck.”

Records of student suicides and disappearances?
So that’s what I’m holding.
I looked at the kraft paper bag.
The old man hadn’t sealed it.
If I opened it to take a look, no one would probably find out, right?
And it’s not like it said students couldn’t look at it.

I secretly took out the documents.
The first page was about the mysterious disappearance of that group of hooligan students.
I wasn’t interested.
I flipped a few more pages and then saw an incident related to me.

Eight years ago, a female student jumped from a building after being dumped by her boyfriend and died on the spot.
Her photo was attached.
She was a very pretty girl, just a bit gloomy-looking and seemed very introverted.

I had heard about this girl jumping off the building from Xiao Qing, and I might have even seen her ghost with my own eyes.
Looking at the file again, the jumping incident that year did indeed happen in a classroom on the fourth floor.

It was worth mentioning that her boyfriend was also a student at Jianlong Middle School.
Not long after the girl’s suicide, he also mysteriously disappeared, and was later found dead under the peach blossom tree where they had first confessed their feelings.

The police concluded the case as a suicide pact, but I could see some loopholes in the wording of the report.
The boy was determined to have committed suicide by jumping from a building, but there were no tall buildings at all around the school’s confession spot, that grove of peach trees.

Then there were only a few possibilities.
One, the boy could have fallen to his death by jumping from a peach tree, which was almost impossible.
Two, the scene where the body was found was not the primary scene. Someone had moved the body to the peach grove after he jumped, which was also highly unlikely.

The last possibility was that his girlfriend’s malicious ghost had caused it, killing him in the same way she had died, making a person fall to their death in a place with no buildings.
This was the most likely scenario.
The police at the time might have come to the conclusion of suicide by jumping, despite the lack of a tall building nearby, based on a similar assumption.

I flipped a few more pages and found that there were quite a few students who had mysteriously disappeared from Jianlong Middle School, almost one every three years or so.
Then I saw an even more familiar one.

Six years ago, a female student committed suicide after being bullied.
She hanged herself in the classroom.
Her photo was also in the file.
I had seen half of this face before.
Although the other half was covered by her long hair, I could still recognize some of her facial contours.
It was that Bixian spirit.

I looked at the follow-up information in the file.
I had originally thought that the bullies would end up like the heartless boyfriend from before, haunted to death by a ghost.
But the file didn’t mention any subsequent incidents.

Perhaps that female ghost’s resentful energy was still too weak at the time of her hanging, not enough to form a powerful.
This was also very normal.
Victims of bullying are usually afraid of their bullies.
Although despair is a negative emotion, the hatred was probably far less intense than that of the heartbroken girl who had been dumped by a scumbag.
Love turning to hate is a very intense emotional transformation.

Another possibility was that those bullies had powerful artifacts protecting them, making it impossible for the then-weak hanging ghost to get close and harm them.
In any case, those bullies had escaped their just deserts.

Carrying these documents, I arrived at the administration building, at the new Safety Consultant’s office.
Yi Zhiqiu was sitting at his desk.
But what caught my eye the most was the pile of things emitting a black aura next to his desk.