Chapter 26 Jumping from a Building

"Jingle bells--jingle bells--"

The phone in Fu Zexun's hand suddenly rang. This movement made his hand tremble, and the phone in his hand almost fell to the ground.

He Jingtong sincerely admired the multi-view function.

At this time, He Jingtong was standing downstairs of An Lai's office.

The multi-view function accurately showed him the scene upstairs.

When the bell rang, the memory scene floating in the air was just located by Fu Zexun.

The illusion function wants to find the exact seal of the memory part, just like the search engine that is always full of advertisements. After submitting the search, you still have to find the correct one from a lot of messy information.

The first scene positioned by Fu Zexun seems important, but it is not that important.

He Jingtong initially thought that he would be able to locate the incident in which An Lai came to see him in the infirmary.

But after thinking about it, I realized that he didn't actually tell An Lai too much, so the key information searched by the so-called illusion essentially only had this one option.

The memory that was supposed to continue browsing was suddenly interrupted by the ringing of the phone.

He Jingtong could clearly see that the image of An Lai's memory that was originally displayed was like a TV with poor signal contact. It flickered twice and then stopped.

The ringing of the phone became one of the forces that blocked Fu Zexun's power output. The other one, naturally, was the arrival of his two teammates.

Although Jian Zirui and Qi Xueyi didn't know what the picture was, they saw their teammates and their respected teacher in the picture. Outside, there was Fu Zexun, who was obviously problematic and was holding the unconscious teacher An Lai by the neck...

Is there any need to think about this?

To some extent, Jian Zirui and Qi Xueyi, who were somewhat violence-oriented, did not give themselves any chance to hesitate or even think about what the picture meant, and they just rushed forward.

One of them raised the peach wood sword and aimed directly at Fu Zexun's head, while the other one immediately dragged the unconscious An Lai away.

He Jingtong's timing is extremely subtle.

That was when Fu Zexun had just taken action and when his teammates had just arrived.

What He Jingtong wanted was that Fu Zexun knew that he had an information channel that could expose him.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain why he found the entertainment company and started looking for documents without hesitation.

This way of providing information also has an advantage. First, the key information was found out by Fu Zexun himself, and it was revealed by An Lai's memory. It has nothing to do with He Jingtong himself, so there is absolutely no possibility that it was designed by others.

First, Fu Zexun would be most suspicious of those powerful people who had worked with him.

In addition to the above information, there is one more thing that He Jingtong cares about the most.

What does the experiment of artificially creating spiritual masters represent?

It represents that he, as the experimental subject, possesses absolute "correctness".

Because he is a man-made product that is cultivated based on all virtues.

Although the soul seemed to have taken a strange detour in the end, the final result was that He Jingtong obtained the status of a spiritual master.

He Jingtong does not need to have a naive cognitive concept in front of Fu Zexun.

Otherwise, due to his wrong cognition, what he will do next is likely to be beyond expectations. Once it is beyond expectations, it means that He Jingtong's chessboard, which naturally has a God's perspective, will be disrupted.

Perhaps the rhythm can still be pulled back in the end, but He Jingtong is not happy about that.

When he labeled Fu Zexun a control freak, He Jingtong never thought that he was not a control freak.

Therefore, it is necessary to start planning now.

He Jingtong looked down at the phone displayed on the dialing interface and smiled silently.

Just one phone call, or in other words, a lot of key information was not told to An Lai before, most of which were layouts that guided his own guesses. At this time, he finally got the best feedback.

You know, before, whether in the office, on the phone, or even in the Jiang Nan incident, or even in the school clinic... He Jingtong and An Lai never "actively" told him any key information.

Therefore, the current result seems to be killing two birds with one stone.

Not completely exposed, and the subsequent reactions of his teammates and Fu Zexun made it easy for An Lai, whose memory was not sealed, to determine that He Jingtong might have been exposed.

This is also very important.

An Lai would feel ashamed because he might have exposed this fact about He Jingtong.

It is not good to take advantage of others' shame, but for a person who has thought about dying, shame can prevent him from thinking "Oh, I might as well die" when facing adversity in the future.

In addition, this also means that An Lai will completely become He Jingtong's ally.

Be it his teammates or Fu Zexun, at the moment they believed that it was not He Jingtong who had the prophecy, but that he had an intelligence channel that others did not know about.

He Jingtong finally hung up the "phone". After that, he did not choose to call Qi Xueyi or Jian Zirui, but walked upstairs.

At this time, his body was covered in blood and his clothes were tattered. Even his hair was covered with a few pieces of paper and white ash that had been rubbed off the wall during the fight in the laboratory.

Its ferocious appearance, after going upstairs and turning in from the end of the corridor, shocked Jian Zirui and Qi Xueyi who were facing Fu Zexun.

Fu Zexun had his back to He Jingtong who was going upstairs, and he didn't know what had happened. But at this moment, the change in his opponent's expression was too obvious, making him sure that there was "something" behind him.

When I said, "Why did you suddenly attack me? Or do you think you are strong enough to compete with the teacher?"

His voice was hoarse, perhaps due to worrying too much before, but when he spoke in a questioning tone, his voice was still pleasant.

However, his words did not intend to gain the trust of the two people in front of him. Instead, before he could finish his words, he quickly turned around and directed his attack on the person behind him.

At that moment, He Jingtong saw the depths of Fu Zexun's pupils suddenly shrink.

Any psychic who has studied psychic skills will have received systematic physical training.

This is usually because when fighting against a spirit, even if you cannot defeat it, you must have a certain ability to escape.

There is no shame in running away. On the contrary, it is a kind of courage to fight again next time.

All sorts of information flashed through He Jingtong's mind, but he did not take any action, as if he was so shocked by the scene that he could not react accordingly.

Fu Zexun's attack was imminent. He aimed at He Jingtong's neck. He did not intend to kill him in one blow, but to restrict the man's mobility and temporarily exchange him for a hostage.

But he didn't expect that the person who came was He Jingtong.

No matter which student or teacher from the psychic department came here at this time, Fu Zexun could guarantee that the attack in his hand would only injure the neck of the person who came, and make the person unable to move and be controlled by him, but unfortunately...

The person who came was He Jingtong, a "stupid transfer student" who had not received any systematic training and did not have the ability to use spiritual powers to protect his body.

This is also what Fu Zexun has always longed for deep in his heart, a finished artificial spiritual master.

The orange spherical attack deflected and finally slid past He Jingtong's neck like a silk thread, leaving a bloody mark on He Jingtong's neck.

Blood oozed out, and Qi Xueyi in the back started to curse: "Don't you know how to hide?!"

When He Jingtong saw Fu Zexun's pupils suddenly shrink, his two teammates further away also showed expressions of surprise and fear.

Little did they know that He Jingtong was certain that Fu Zexun would never kill him.

He Jingtong had already gotten a pretty good idea of ​​the mentality of the person in front of him, whether through comics or the information Fu Zexun had obtained so far.

There was no way Fu Zexun would be willing to let a finished spiritual master like him die like this, especially after knowing that a spiritual master requires years of training.

Come to think of it, who still remembers the face depicted on the cover of the comic book He Jingtong owned, half human and half ghost... ?

He Jingtong still remembers that scene clearly.

In the plot, Fu Zexun only found out later that He Jingtong was an artificial spirit master, and tried to transform the protagonist of the comic, He Jingtong, into a spirit, but failed, resulting in the appearance of a half-human, half-spirit monster...

As for the results of the above plot, even if Fu Zexun has not thought of this at the moment, it is only because he has not yet obtained the technology to preserve the spiritual master's abilities before transforming him into a spirit.

But if you ask again, criminals, ordinary people, psychic science students, ordinary science students, and An Lai as a good friend... compared with the attraction that He Jingtong has to Fu Zexun, He Jingtong alone can leave all the others far behind.

In fact, He Jingtong's failure to fight back this time was also a test.

Trying to see whether he can play by Fu Zexun's bottom line in the future, or making sure that Fu Zexun will become a complete enemy.

The conclusion is already very obvious, Fu Zexun was reluctant to let him die.

A villain, a bad guy, is reluctant to see his opponent die.

——Maybe I am more like a villain.

Deep down in his heart, He Jingtong said this with extreme calmness.

But now, of course, after the so-called "shock", he questioned Fu Zexun: "Why did you do this?"

"I didn't know it was you." Fu Zexun made a distressed expression, "Come to think of it, we just met a few days ago."

"At that time, I was still thinking, it would be great if you were my student."

He was referring to the Xiyang Primary School incident.

After that, the two kept fighting each other from a distance, but never really faced each other.

Just like Fu Zexun knew clearly at that moment, He Jingtong knew what bad things he had done.

He Jingtong now also knows that Fu Zexun deliberately said this in order to get closer to him.

He Jingtong seemed to be really bewitched by Fu Zexun Gu. Despite being seriously injured, he clenched his fists.

His joints were white, his lips were purple, and he stared at Fu Zexun. He Jingtong asked, "You have already attacked so many people, but you even didn't let An Lai go. Are you still friends?"

Friendship is a halo of passion that will never fade.

"Friend?" Fu Zexun obviously noticed the topic raised by He Jingtong. At least He Jingtong gave him a chance to continue the topic.

From Fu Zexun's perspective, this was an opportunity to seduce He Jingtong, while from the perspective of his teammates, this was a time difference that He Jingtong created for them.

For example, now, Qi Xueyi, who is behind Fu Zexun, has already begun to check An Lai's condition and started treatment.

As for Jian Zirui, although she was still standing by with a peach wood sword in hand, she was also able to face the reality and realize that she could not defeat Fu Zexun.

Not to mention a one-on-one fight, even a group attack of three is impossible.

Therefore, Jian Zirui unceremoniously chose to pick up the phone and called Cui Tong.

The speakerphone was not turned on, and the volume button on the phone was dropping rapidly, which made it impossible for Cui Tong's voice to be transmitted at all, but it allowed Fu Zexun's words to be transmitted to Cui Tong's ears without missing a word.

"A friend who has never thought about understanding you and only questions everything you do?" Fu Zexun raised his hands high as he spoke, like a conductor of an orchestra, with a slight exaggeration and high emotions. "Of course I know that it is impossible for people to understand each other completely, but if An Lai is really my friend, why did he question my behavior without even asking me?"

"He should at least try to bring me back to the right path."

"Even if you're bound to fail in the end." Fu Zexun chuckled as he said this, with an inexplicable hint of sarcasm.

"What does it have to do with conducting experiments on criminals?" Fu Zexun said with disgust, talking about what those criminals had done before. "Do you know how many supernatural incidents those robbers, rapists, and kidnappers have caused?"

"But a few years ago, those people still abided by the laws of ordinary people. Even after they forced the victims to become spirits, those former victims became the perpetrators of the students of the science of spirits..."

"Since the law cannot sentence those people to death, what does my action have to do with it?"

"Don't tell me there are already laws against spiritualists and social damage caused by spirits. That's ridiculous. Is justice delayed still justice?"

Fu Zexun turned around and faced He Jingtong.

Even though he just didn't want to see the wound on He Jingtong's neck that he had caused himself and felt irritated by it, in fact, he did not forget to use these words to seduce Qi Xueyi who was trying to treat him not far away, and Jian Zirui who was always staring at him.

"Do you know how many students of the psychic department have sacrificed their lives in the past to create this systematic and official habit for you?"

"Accurate spiritualist ratings are accurately divided according to individual abilities on the spiritualist app, ensuring that students will not see the interface for higher-level tasks. In a full two-month, 60-day summer vacation, you only need to accept eight tasks. These are things that have only been available in recent years."

"Two years? Three years? I don't remember. All I remember are the people who died in my memory."

Fu Zexun lowered his head. The setting sun shone orange light into the corridor, but the light only reached below his nose.

From pupils to hair, everything was shrouded in shadow.

Fu Zexun always knows how to make the most of his face.

At least there was a moment of daze on Qi Xueyi's face.

Jian Zirui raised the peach wood sword without hesitation and pointed it at him.

"You also know that the people you care about died in your memory, but why do you take it for granted that the people others care about will also die in your memory? Is your memory so precious?"

Jian Zirui's sharp words brought Qi Xueyi, who was lost in thought, back to reality.

"I don't want to know why you did this experiment. I only know that if your attack just now really hit He Jingtong, he would never see the sun tomorrow."

These words actually stimulated Fu Zexun, who cared about He Jingtong both implicitly and explicitly.

"Do you think I want to do that?!" Fu Zexun could even hear his own heartbeat, the sound of abnormal beating, "If you hadn't appeared inexplicably and attacked me inexplicably, I think everything would be as peaceful and tranquil as before."

"Bullshit!" Jian Zirui said without thinking, "Do you think I'm blind? The scene just now, whether you wanted to do something to Teacher An Lai's memory or his brain, it was all some unauthorized behavior without regard for his wishes."

"Do you think it is right to do this to a person whose abilities are restricted and sealed?"

"Ha." Jian Zirui laughed after she finished speaking, a laugh full of sarcasm, "If you care about so-called correctness, how can you conduct human experiments!"

Previously, because of the urgency of the situation, she had thrown a large number of documents aside, but now she kicked them over.

A large amount of A4 paper floated in the corridor, and some of it crossed the corridor railing and fell downstairs.

Those documents include files of ordinary people, experimental records and data, as well as texts so cruel that even a single paragraph of them can make one's heart tremble with fear.

[After 12 injections of gluttony karma, Subject 076's strength reached its limit and his soul exploded and he died.]

The document fell to the ground and eventually became one of the large number of A4 papers, disappearing into the crowd and no longer visible.

After Jian Zirui kicked the document away, she completely ignored her image. She put the phone, which was still on the call screen, between her collar and neck, and loudly exposed the evil deeds that Fu Zexun had done.

"Don't pretend anymore. Those documents alone have already shown that the number of human experiments you have conducted has already exceeded 100." Jian Zirui gritted her teeth.

Once the weight of life is linked to a number with more than three digits, it always seems illusory and there is no accurate counterpart.

But there is no need for a clear reference. The actual data of only a hundred or so students in the psychic department of the Elite Academy is enough to prove that what Fu Zexun did was extremely evil.

Fu Zexun's face turned cold.

Before, he was willing to put on some pretense, but now, seeing Jian Zirui's undisguised look of hatred, Fu Zexun was too lazy to pretend anymore.

"So what?" Fu Zexun's voice slowed down a bit, as if he knew that an unconscious teacher and a team of three students would not cause him any harm.

"You think you won't become one of those experimental subjects?"

Never Again...

If Fu Zexun, who had not yet been exposed, was a synonym for gentleness, handsomeness and humility, then at this moment, even though he had a human form, the positive power of virtue that a spiritual master possessed actually manifested itself as a spirit that symbolized sin itself.

"You can try." Jian Zirui smiled and held the weapon in her hand tighter.

With his back to the wall and his side facing the three people who were still standing, Fu Zexun had indeed put himself in a suitable position. Especially even if he couldn't defeat them, he could directly climb over the wall and jump to the lower level to escape.

Of course, the premise is that Cui Tong has not arrived below——

Cui Tong's eyes have such observation capabilities that they can be described as a 360-degree camera with no blind spots.

But normally, Cui Tong would not unleash his strength to this extent.

There was no possibility for Fu Zexun to escape from the academy.

Another point is——

"I think I should have a place in this conversation." Even as He Jingtong said this, the figure of Ming Jiuguan already appeared in his hand.

Weapons are in front, teammates are behind, support has arrived, and the hostages taken not long ago have also been treated and taken over.

He Jingtong didn't take any of the words that Fu Zexun had used before to heart.

Because if he were to say it, he could make it sound more clever.

Secondly,...

Please don't have too high expectations for someone who is "seriously injured".

Isn't it normal that you didn't hear clearly what Fu Zexun said because of your hearing injury?

He Jingtong had been standing still all along.

Considering that the audience still needs his first-person perspective to know that he "can't hear", He Jingtong even thought that the scene in which Fu Zexun maintains the posture of speaking while turning around and being alert to the people on both sides might need to be added with a confusing code like a narration.

After all, the protagonist He Jingtong can't hear——

When he regained his hearing, all He Jingtong heard was Jian Zirui's rebuttal.

"I think we said before that we want to see the limits of each other's strength." He Jingtong said with a smile. The scars on his face could not hide the beauty of that face at all.

If Fu Zexun always knew how to use his face to give others the concept of beauty to the greatest extent, then He Jingtong never cared about his face, but every time he could make his injured appearance engraved in people's hearts.

She is good-looking, but her face is always injured. Anyone would feel bad for her.

Jian Zirui had no idea what the poor kid was thinking, so she attacked Fu Zexun directly: "The knife in your hand is good, but I think my peach wood sword is not much worse."

When Jian Zirui swung her sword to meet Fu Zexun, she hooked her finger at He Jingtong.

Earlier, He Jingtong didn't say anything for a while, so Fu Zexun began to wonder if he didn't hear anything. Now, seeing the way He Jingtong and Jian Zirui were talking, Fu Zexun knew that he really told everything to Mutou.

As strength surged up his arms to block Jian Zirui's attack, Fu Zexun once again stared at He Jingtong. He flew back and said to He Jingtong, "I look forward to the day when you truly become a student of the Paranormal Science."

After saying this, Fu Zexun turned around and jumped down the stairs. !