Peninsula: I'm being supported by a top idol.

From a structural mechanics perspective, the spiral structure disperses pressure through its curved surface and winding shape, resulting in a more uniform stress distribution when under stress and thus better resistance to pressure.

The angular and planar surfaces of a square structure are prone to stress concentration, with localized stress far exceeding the material's bearing capacity, thus causing deformation earlier.

Therefore, Cui Shi'an chose the former without hesitation: "This one."

The young female envoy glanced at him with a half-smile: "So you understand now?"

Cui Shi'an nodded.

The other party meant that he was like a deformed piece of iron, only his form had changed, but in essence, he was still that piece of iron, still a person, just more extreme than a normal person in some aspects.

However, its disadvantages are that it cannot compare with the compatibility of blocks and stones. For example, salt is one of its weaknesses.

Thinking of this, Cui Shi'an felt a little more at ease. As long as he hadn't strayed from the realm of humanity, that was fine. He didn't want to become a monster.

However, on the other hand, most idols have poor educational backgrounds; some can't even distinguish between a country and its capital, yet she managed to use this as an example…

Oh my god, do even messengers of hell need pre-job training?

"What kind of look is that?" The young female messenger noticed his unpleasant gaze.

"Ha..." Cui Shi'an chuckled dryly, quickly changing the subject: "Miss Yu, you just said you came to our school on official business, what do you mean...?"

The girl produced a nail clipper from somewhere and slowly began trimming her nails: "Since it's a messenger from hell on official business, what else could it be for?"

Cui Shi'an was slightly taken aback, then his pupils dilated in shock:

"You mean... someone died at our school? Who died? A teacher or a student? Someone I knew?"

The young female messenger glanced at him dismissively: "Since you're so curious, why don't you come with me?"

Before Cui Shi'an could react to whether the words were a joke or a serious statement, the other person pulled open the laboratory door, and Cui Shi'an found that the scenery in front of him suddenly swayed!

The next second, a cold night wind rushed towards him, and he suddenly found himself standing under a teaching building.

The surrounding area was filled with a dense crowd of people, all looking up, letting out suppressed gasps and whispers. Cell phone flashlights and beams of flashlights pierced the night sky, focusing on the rooftop.

Cui Shi'an sensed something and suddenly looked up—

On the edge of the teaching building's rooftop, a girl in a school uniform had already climbed over the railing. Her slender figure swayed precariously in the night wind, as if she might be blown away at any moment.

She kept her head down, her long hair obscuring her face, and only faint, hysterical sobs could be heard.

Not far from her, a boy was also standing in the safe zone at the edge of the rooftop, shouting to her with tears streaming down his face.

Because of the distance, the specific content could not be heard, but the excited waving of arms and the almost kneeling posture were enough to illustrate the urgency of the situation.

Oh, it was the two of them...

Cui Shi'an recognized the two people on the rooftop.

Aside from him, many of the onlookers here probably recognize these two.

Because they are just too famous!

I guess every school has one or two crazy couples, right?

When they're in love, they show their affection openly, oblivious to everyone else. You can see them whispering sweet nothings to each other on the cafeteria benches, on the grassy benches, and even in the lecture hall.

However, when they argued, they didn't hide it from others. Cui Shi'an saw them slapping each other on campus more than once, and the man even knelt down and kowtowed to apologize on several occasions.

What's going on today?

However… Cui Shi'an looked suspiciously at his side: “No one’s dead here, is he?”

Miss Yu smiled slightly, said nothing, and gestured for him to wait patiently.

Cui Shi'an's heart skipped a beat. Her attitude probably meant that the girl would definitely jump off the building and commit suicide tonight.

In an instant, the thought of going up to the rooftop to dissuade him arose in Cui Shi'an's mind.

As a young person with normal values, how can you just stand by and watch someone die in front of you, even if you don't know them?

However, the girl seemed to have guessed his thoughts. With just a light snap of her fingers, Cui Shi'an found himself unable to move.

His legs seemed to have taken root in the ground, and he couldn't even lift them.

"Do you want to get hit by a truck again?"

The girl turned her head with a sinister look and asked.

Sweating profusely, Cui Shi'an still argued in a low voice, "No matter what, it's still a life... Isn't this too cold-hearted...?"

"I am a messenger of hell, how could I have such a ridiculous sense of compassion?"

Just then, the crowd suddenly gasped. It turned out that the boy had also climbed over the fence and was trying to get closer to the girl.

Cui Shi'an subconsciously looked at the young female messenger, opened his mouth as if to ask something, but seeing that the other party's brows were furrowed and she seemed to be in a very bad mood, he wisely shut his mouth.

Unexpectedly, after a few seconds, she suddenly sighed softly:

"Human sacrifices are so great that even God cannot calculate them, let alone predict them..."

Just as Cui Shi'an was about to ask what it meant, the sudden change on the rooftop interrupted his thoughts!

The crying girl, seemingly overwhelmed by emotion and the strong night wind, suddenly lost her balance and fell outwards as her hand gripping the railing slipped.

"Watch out!!" A deafening scream erupted from the crowd below, and many people covered their eyes in terror.

However, at that critical moment, the boy who had just been standing not far away suddenly unleashed the fastest speed of his life—

Like moths drawn to a flame, they plunge forward without hesitation!

His arm barely managed to catch the girl's falling body, but the force of the impact caused him to lose his balance as well.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, the two figures, entangled, plummeted straight down from the high rooftop!

In the instant of their fall, the boy made a move that made everyone's hearts stop—he used all his strength to twist his body sharply in mid-air, tightly protecting the girl in his arms.

His back, meanwhile, faced the cold, hard ground without any resistance.

He chose to use himself as her last line of defense.

The world seemed to fall silent at that moment.

Cui Shi'an stared wide-eyed at the two figures falling rapidly and crashing heavily to the ground.

Miss Fish's eyes flickered, and without warning, a black card appeared between her fingers.

It seems the boy was the one who died.

But why?

Cui Shi'an couldn't understand it.

"Shi An...you're here too..."

Choi Si-an looked to the other side of the shoulder and saw his senior, Song Ji-ah, standing there with a pale face, seemingly frightened.

"Oh... Senior is here too..." Cui Shi'an said, looking back, but the Grim Reaper was nowhere to be seen.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that she had already gone to the scene of the incident, with a faint, ethereal figure following behind her. That figure kept turning back, as if it were reluctant to leave something behind.

This scene turned Cui Shi'an pale. He could now directly see souls?

"Are you alright? Were you scared?" Song Zhiya saw that he looked strange and took the initiative to comfort him.

"Hmm... how could they..." Cui Shi'an came to his senses, moved his legs and feet, and found that he could move again.

Song Zhiya sighed, "Perhaps this is what they call a karmic entanglement."

"A tragic fate..." Cui Shi'an murmured, repeating the phrase.

Did I die a similarly miserable death in my past life?

"Don't think about it anymore, the more you think about it, the worse it gets."

Song Zhiya gently tugged at his sleeve, her face still somewhat pale:

"Shi'an, can you come for a walk with me? I feel a little breathless here..."