ZHANG Ya......

Silently pronounced her name, what made Chen Ge vaguely uneasy was that he didn't get any response.

Turning his head to look behind him, the night was dark, and there was no light around, so he couldn't see his shadow at all.

"What are you doing?" The man noticed that Chen Ge was behaving a little strangely, and said in a low voice, "Your face doesn't look good. ”

"It's the first time I've heard of the profession of a suicide intervention operator, what do you need to do every day?" Chen Ge is also a person who has seen strong winds and waves, so he immediately adjusted his state and diverted the topic.

"Nearly a million people commit suicide every year in the world, which far exceeds the number of homicides, but this topic is often rarely in the public eye because of shame and silence, in fact, what we should do is to face it squarely, when a person has suicidal tendencies, we should help him in time and heal him. Instead of blaming him and isolating him with that incomprehensible gaze. ”

"No one is stupid enough to take life lightly, and when a person is really pushed to that point, only he can understand the pain he endures."

The man seemed to have something in mind, and he looked at the endless night sky: "I'm a suicide intervention operator, and my daily job is to stretch out my hand to those who have come to the side of the abyss, and tell them that there are people in this world who are willing to help him, I can't drag them out of the abyss, but I can tell them that there are beautiful things in the world." ”

"That number is the suicide hotline?" Chen Ge nodded: "No wonder the tone of the people in front of me is so strange. ”

"It's not strange to them, and if you had happened to them, I'm afraid you'd be like them." The man glanced back at Chen Ge: "In fact, those who have the belief that they will die will rarely call our helpline. Those who choose to call the suicide hotline at the end of their lives actually retain a trace of love for the world in their hearts. Their misfits, their strange behaviors, are actually asking for help from the people around them. ”

"Help?"

"That's right, suicide is not a temporary act that is prompted for a short time, all kinds of reasons will be buried at a very early stage, those bad emotions and things will accumulate in the heart, and then suddenly on a certain day, because a certain point is triggered, at that moment people will be overwhelmed with negative emotions. Many suicides are actually foreshadowed, but the people around them are rarely aware of them, and if they can detect them earlier and make changes, the tragedy can be completely avoided. ”

The blood on the man's coat was slowly fading, and the color of the blood tattoo on the left side of his face was fading.

It was the first time Chen Ge had encountered this situation, all the red clothes he had seen before, no matter what time it was, the blood-red coat would not change, and the red clothes in front of him seemed to be a little different from other red clothes.

The man didn't care about Chen Ge's gaze, he should just want to talk to someone: "I have heard many reasons for suicide, the factory went bankrupt, and in order to make a comeback, he owed a huge amount of usury. Desperate, at the end of my life, still afraid to go home, when I answered the phone, I heard the man in his forties and fifties crying, his only wish was to see his children. There are so many things like this, and people always become more vulnerable in the middle of the night, and 12 a.m. to 3 a.m. is our busiest time, and my first rescue failure was at that time. ”

The railroad tracks were in the middle, and the man and Chen Ge kept their distance very tacitly.

"Do you remember the first call you made?"

"Impressions."

"The writer had called me before he died, and I could hear the madness in his tone, but I underestimated his determination. I thought he was just trying to talk to someone, because his voice was really calm, and I didn't feel anything unusual about him during the conversation, just a very normal mood. As the man said this, the blood-colored tattoo on half of his face changed slightly, and the blood threads intertwined, slowly outlining the face of another person.

"I remember very well that it was my first failed intervention, and I can still recite all the conversations I had with him." The man's voice was a little painful: "I saw him in the newspaper the next day, I regret it, he gave me the last hope, but I ignored it, and I am also responsible for that tragedy." ”

"From then on, I was more careful when talking to people, but it didn't get any better."

"One day, a month later, I failed to intervene again, and that was the man's thirtieth birthday. He deliberately chose this day, wearing work clothes, and saying goodbye to the place where he once remembered the most. The man was talking about a patient with Male Fat Tiger Syndrome, and Chen Ge could hear a trace of pain in the other party's tone.

"Living human lives are disappearing in front of my eyes, and I clearly have a chance." The blood-colored tattoo on the man's side face changed again, Chen Ge found that every time he said a person, the blood-colored tattoo on his face would change once, and judging from his experience in dealing with powerful ghosts, the obsession of those who committed suicide seemed to have entered the man's body. In other words, it may also be that the man has single-handedly carried the obsession of all the suicide people on the other side of the phone.

"The third intervention failed the next day, and I was going to see the last suicide in person." For the first time, the man's tone changed: "He is really a very kind person, and I asked him if he had any wishes in the last moments of his life. The answer he gave me was that he was worried that dying at the landlord's house would cause the landlord's house to not be able to rent out, so he deliberately ran to another place, and he had put the utility bill and the rent owed on the suitcase, but he didn't have a friend, so he hoped that I would notify the landlord and give the landlord the utility bill. ”

"I talked to him a lot that day until he fell asleep, and I should have called the police, but I didn't even know where he was."

"Before I could get rid of the last suicide, I met another suicide."

"He's suffering from cancer, he's suffering from illness, and unlike other suicide victims, this one called me during the day, and he thought it through." When the man said this, he looked at Chen Ge again: "My job is to drag a person out of the quagmire of death, but on that day, I didn't do such a thing. Maybe it was because of too much mental pressure, or maybe because of the continuous stimulation, I didn't try to persuade him to embrace life, but respected his choice. ”

Every time a man mentions a suicide, the blood-colored tattoo on the side of his face changes.

"I didn't do what I was supposed to do, but did I do it wrong?"

The man looked even more dazed: "All the call logs we have there will be saved, and mine is no exception, but then I don't know what happened, and the last call between me and him was made public shortly after his accident." ”