Su Pan laughed heartily when he heard this: "Oh, is it? What does that woman look like? I like that they are a bit ......."

"She's a virgin."

A chill fell from Su Pan's spine and stabbed straight into the tail vertebrae: "You're joking, right?" ”

"Look into my eyes, do you think I'm playing with you?"

After a pause, Vallarillo pushed open the door to the bar, unleashing the smell of Bitborg's stout, the smell of the human body, and the rhythm of the old "AC/DC" band.

The two walked into the bar together, and Su Pan muttered, "You're a perverted bastard, my brother, you're such a bastard." ”

Rattana drove to the city center, thinking to herself that Pavlov was right, and that the anxiety he felt after receiving a phone message from Dr. Khangrawi Pongkuan's office was a reflex, not an intellectual one.

There are many types of "follow-ups", and she unconsciously associates any information she gets from her doctor with disaster, but that doesn't mean she can predict the future. She couldn't feel what was wrong with her body. After almost two years of rehabilitation, she feels good about herself. It's tiring, but who isn't? Her full-time job and volunteer service keep her busy all the time.

The first thing she's going to do tomorrow morning is call to make an appointment. Now, she's going to help Lati work his night shift at the suicide hotline.

The worry receded slightly, and she took a deep breath. The next twenty-four hours will be a test of endurance, and her nerves will turn her body into a tight spring, which in turn will turn her brain into a whirlpool.

The skill of coping is to get through the anxiety and anxiety first, and then gather all the strength to fight desperately while the fear ignites.

She parked her Honda Civic in a public parking space on Tenth Avenue and walked briskly into a six-story office building that was in disrepair. This is a dirty corner of Pattaya. The nine-square grid block assemblage is a remnant of the failed professionalization process of the seventies of the twentieth century.

The government tried to renovate what was then called a "bad neighborhood", but this seemingly promising measure did not work. Today, all that remains is a large area of cheap rental housing and abandoned offices sealed with scrap wooden planks.

She paused briefly at the entrance and waved at the two cops in the patrol car.

The headquarters of the Suicide Intervention Hotline is located on the second floor of the front building. She looked up and glanced hurried toward the glittering glass window. Her first contact with the unpaid volunteer cause came from the phone call she made three years ago.

Three years later, she was on the phone every Thursday, Friday and Saturday night. When the other operators need to relax, she also helps them with their holiday shifts.

No one knew that she had ever called the hotline, and no one knew that she had blood cancer. Even if she had to return to the battle with her own cells, she would continue to keep the secret.

After witnessing her mother's death, she didn't want to see anyone standing in front of her bed sobbing. She had long experienced the weak anger that welled up in her heart when the miracle of saving lives had not been visited in a step-by-step manner; I was also not interested in letting this dramatic scene happen again, especially since I was still struggling for the next breath, barely struggling in the ocean of not letting my organs lose their function.

Well, the tension is back in.

Rattana heard a rustling sound on her left and caught a glimpse of a moving figure, as if someone had swept past her and hid behind the building. Focused, she pressed the combination lock, walked into the building, and began to climb the stairs. Walking up to the second floor, she rang the intercom at the entrance to the call center's office.

As she walked past the reception desk, she greeted Executive Director Chayman Sedesack, who was answering the phone. Then he said hello to Sawal Ponnin and Soenza, who were on duty that night, and found an empty cubicle to sit down. After checking to confirm that there were sufficient questionnaires, pens and instructions for the intervention hotline, she pulled another bottle of water out of her handbag.

One of the phones in her charge rang immediately. Looking at the caller ID on the display, she recognized the number. The police told her that the call was from a public phone in the city.

The phone rang again, she lifted the microphone and said, "This is the suicide intervention hotline, I'm Rattana, is there anything I can help you with?" ”

There was only silence on the other end of the microphone, and I couldn't even hear the sound of breathing.

She faintly heard the roar of a car starting and fading into the background. According to the results of the police listening to incoming calls, this guy always calls from the street, and he changes locations frequently, so it is impossible to trace it at all.

"I'm Rattana, is there anything I can do to help you?" She lowered her voice and didn't follow the rules to continue, "I know it's you, I'm glad you called again tonight, but could you please give me your name or tell me what's wrong?" ”

She waited for an answer, only to be hung up.

"Harassing you again?" Peng Nan asked as he took a sip from a large cup of water soaked in herbal tea.

Rattana hung up the phone: "How do you know?" ”

Peng Nan tilted his head and nodded affirmatively: "I can hear a lot of phones ringing in my position." But no one will say anything more than the usual reply, only you alone suddenly shrink up and talk on the phone. ”

"Well, well......"

"Listen to me, the police gave me a reply today, and there's not much more they can do. They don't have that many people to check all the payphones in town, and they don't do that. ”

"I told you, I don't feel like I'm in danger."

"You don't understand, you're not safe."

"Please, Ponnan. It's been more than nine months since such a call was made, right? If they were going to attack me, they should have done it a long time ago. Besides, I really want to help......"

"That's another thing I'm worried about. No matter who calls, you'll be visibly protective of them. You're getting too much personal emotion involved. ”

"No, I didn't. They called for a reason, and I knew I could reassure them. ”

"Lakdana, stop, and listen to your own heart." Ponnan pulled a chair and sat down, lowered his voice and said, "I ...... these words It's a bit hard to talk about, but I think you need to take a break. ”

Rattana asked rhetorically, "Why rest?" ”

"You've been working here too long."

"I work the same number of days as everyone here."