School of Humanities

School of Humanities

Chinese people are strange; whenever something unbelievable happens, they always tend to think of it in a bizarre way.

In the past, this might have been a tactic used by so-called intellectuals to ridicule ignorant farmers. However, with China's rapid urbanization, these so-called intellectuals, overwhelmed by the fast pace, have begun to use the bizarre to explain away mysteries they cannot or do not have time to investigate.

There are fourteen colleges in the South Campus of Sun Yat-sen University, and each college has its own story. Today, our story takes place in the College of Humanities.

I heard that the site of the School of Humanities was originally a cemetery. Later, some builder bought the land, moved the graves, and built buildings. Of course, the School of Humanities wasn't the first building there. Just some hearsay, but before Sun Yat-sen University was built, there was a villa belonging to a wealthy businessman surnamed Jia. His concubine lived in the villa. As for the businessman and his story, it's impossible to verify, but according to older generations, a major event happened to the businessman, and he disappeared without a trace. Moreover, no one dared to live in the villa afterward, supposedly because it was haunted.

Of course, tales of ghosts and monsters have always been dismissed as superstition. Yet, despite this rejection, from Communist Party members to farmers, people deeply believed in them. It wasn't until the establishment of Sun Yat-sen University that the villa was demolished and replaced by the current School of Humanities.

After I finished speaking, Li Heng took a deep breath, his pale face slowly returning to normal, and his deep eyes remained fixed on me.

"Well, well, that's just what I heard. If you don't believe me, fine, but don't look at me like that." He still didn't say anything, just kept staring at me intently.

Li Heng was my high school classmate. He lived a dog-like life, meaning he spent his days lounging around with his tongue hanging out, doing absolutely nothing. Of course, there was another meaning to that: he longed to kiss another tongue all day long.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore. I really just heard it from those old folks. I like taking walks, and then I accidentally started chatting with those old devils."

"Phew..." He took a deep breath, then suddenly asked me in a strange tone, "Lin Wei, have you studied magic?"

"Hehe, I've learned a little bit, enough to fool people, but not so much to fool ghosts."

“Don’t joke around,” he said seriously, “I want your definite answer.”

"Yes, I've studied it." I felt that Li Heng must know something, because I had never seen him so serious before.

"Then can you see those things?"

"What?"

"Ghost"

"Sometimes."

He stood up, took out a cigarette with his left hand, took a deep drag, and sat down in front of me again. In a serious tone he had never used before, he said to me, "There's something fishy going on in the School of Humanities."

The cigarette in Li Heng's hand hissed and burned until it was almost completely gone before he suddenly realized it and quickly threw it to the ground. For someone to be so distracted, the secret in their heart must be extraordinary.

I tugged at his hand and comforted him, "Maybe you're just seeing things. There are no ghosts in the world."

"No?" he murmured, pulling out another cigarette with his left hand and lighting it.

"Lin Wei, do you know why I was in such a hurry to find you?"

"Could it be that he really just wants to hear me tell ghost stories?"

"I know you're good at telling ghost stories, and you've also said you know some magic, so I need your help."

"help?"

"Hmm." He turned around, stood up, walked to the balcony, looked up at the sky, and said in a low voice, "My girlfriend is missing."

"Haha, you're so desperate for a woman, it's almost 2 a.m., of course you won't see her."

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Reply [4]: "No, I watched her disappear with my own eyes." He emphasized again.

“Tonight, we went to study in the Humanities Department. Around nine o'clock, we were both a little tired, so she suggested we go for a walk. I don't know what possessed me, but I grabbed her hand and walked to the main gate. You know, the main gate of the Humanities Department is never open, so there are hardly any people passing by, especially at night. We hugged and kissed there. Suddenly, I felt very cold. Oh, it was her I was holding who was cold, almost like a block of ice. I was startled and pushed her away. She stood in front of me, looking at me coldly. I had never seen her look at me like that before. It was like…” He took another deep drag of his cigarette, as if he was still shaken, “Those eyes were like the eyes of a dead person, without a trace of life. Yet they were fixed on me, not moving away.”

I didn't dare move. Or rather, I felt there was someone behind me, and if I moved, they might move too. A few minutes passed like this. Suddenly, my girlfriend spoke, but I didn't understand a word she said. I didn't know what language it was; it sounded a bit like Teochew, with a hint of Hakka.

She pointed at me, spoke for a few minutes, then covered her face and cried. Then she suddenly disappeared.

"No way?" This is so bizarre? Even I, a self-proclaimed charlatan who claims to know magic, can't imagine it.

"So I know, that's not her, not my Ma Kexin."

I glanced at my watch; it was 2:15. The moonlight outside was beautiful, making the world appear pale.

I said, "Alright then, are you brave enough to come with me to the School of Humanities now?"

"Ah?" His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Scared? Don't dare to go? What about your girlfriend?"

"Maybe we shouldn't go? Let's report it tomorrow, call the police?" He stammered, his teeth chattering.

"Will the police believe you? Or do you not even love your girlfriend?"

He lay on the ground for a while, then, as if he had suddenly made up his mind, said, "Okay, I'll go with you."

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The night view of Sun Yat-sen University is truly beautiful, but Li Heng's silence along the way prevented me from appreciating its beauty.

Perhaps this is fate. Just a few days ago, I heard Li Heng say that he was going to break up with Ma Kexin, but he cried because of her gentleness and her true love for him. I never thought that now, instead of breaking up, they would be separated almost forever.

If things are really as bad as Li Heng says, then Ma Kexin is probably not going to make it.

Following Li Heng's suggestion, I suddenly had a strange thought. If the ghost was the concubine of the wealthy merchant surnamed Jia, then perhaps the merchant's wife knew of her existence and was therefore trying every means to kill her. I heard from the old folks that the merchant disappeared; could it be that he was accidentally killed in a dispute between his wife and concubine? But I quickly dismissed this theory. That was during the Republic of China era, when polygamy was still legal, and male authority was absolute. What excuse could a woman possibly use to cause trouble?

What's even stranger is that since the School of Humanities built such a large gate, why is it always kept closed? Could there be some hidden reason behind this? Speculation is just speculation, and I dare not create any rumors. If I were to be falsely accused of promoting feudal superstition, that would be disastrous.

Li Heng walked to within a few dozen meters of the Humanities College gate, then suddenly refu

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