A faint light lit up at the end of the night, but neither Chen Ge nor the man looked back.

"Are they pinning their hopes on you?" Chen Ge more or less understood why a man could become red, his own resentment was not too strong, but he had come into contact with countless dead people during his lifetime, and the most important thing was that those dead regarded him as the only person he could talk to.

All the negative emotions, all the sad past, and all the regrets that can no longer be realized, the dead man told the operator all these things, and they were accumulated in his heart.

A qualified suicide intervention operator will understand how to solve their inner confusion, they see the human body as a conduit, and if there are too many bad emotions, it will be blocked, so most of the time they dare not think deeply, and they will be patient and persuasive when they answer the phone, but after hanging up the phone, they will never think about it again.

But the man in red on the other side of the railroad tracks is different, he has been affected by the deceased, just like Chen Ge, he will take the place of it, dig out his heart to persuade him, and connect his emotions with the other party.

He is a person who is really good to the person who asks for help, but it is also a very dangerous thing.

Brought into the desperate situation of the help-seekers, he also pushed himself to the edge of the cliff while helping those who were standing on the edge of the cliff.

There is a limit to people's ability to bear, even if they are professional psychological interventionists, there will be more or less psychological problems after many years of practice, and men are in the rescue again and again, and they have not had time to adjust their state, and they are entangled in new confusion.

He reached out and grabbed the suicides, but his own body was dragged into the abyss little by little.

The man's teacher had already seen the problem, so he told him to empty his mind and take a good rest, but the final result showed that he didn't seem to be doing what his teacher said.

He became the person he had helped countless times, and a suicide intervention operator chose to commit suicide.

"Why do you want to do that? Death won't solve anything. Chen Ge wanted to persuade men, but when he thought of the man's occupation before his death, he had a very ridiculous feeling.

"I've considered all of what you said, after all, I'm a professional in this aspect alone." The man's red clothes oozed blood, he was completely different from other ghosts, his eyes looked at the light in the distance, he seemed to like light very much.

"The reasons for suicide can probably be divided into several kinds, one is that when people have cognitive biases about the world, life, and the surrounding environment, he will look at everyone around him with a pure gray gaze, thinking that living is a painful thing, and my death does not belong to this category."

"The second is that when a person feels guilty or guilty about something, they act impulsively, and I obviously don't fall into that category."

"The third is to take revenge, use your own death to make others regret it, which is not consistent with my situation."

"There can be dozens of reasons for suicide, but I don't belong to any of them, I should be regarded as a special suicide."

"In fact, I have been convincing myself that I have helped so many people, but when it was my turn to help myself, I suddenly realized that the power of words was a little pale."

"Writers, Paradise Dolls, and Cancer Patients, the three of them represent three different personalities and attitudes to life, I regret their departure, I hate my own powerlessness, and I hope from the bottom of my heart that they can live!"

"I tried my best to persuade them, but after really listening to their voices, I found that they all had a reason to leave."

"Sometimes I envy doctors who can save patients if they prescribe the right medicine, but my job is different, even if I know that liberation is a medicine for them, I can't let them use it."

"When everyone on the Internet attacked me, I said what I thought, it was a public execution, but there was no bloody scene."

The man's expression has always been calm: "Many people say that I am sick, crazy, an executioner, and an indirect killing, but in fact, I just want to help them." ”

The light in the distance was getting closer, and the man stood beside the railroad tracks, not in the slightest intention of dodging.

"Who has not seen death, who has not experienced the heart-rending pain, who is in a position to point fingers? And what reason is there to put on a high-minded appearance? As the light approached, the man's speech became faster, and blood continued to ooze from his forehead, staining half of his face that was constantly changing: "It was only when I stood up again from the pool of blood that I completely understood this truth, and the desperate and suffocating life poured into my body, and I finally understood them, and understood why those who had lived before made such a ridiculous choice." ”

The man's eyes were blood-red, there was no more peace on his face, and his voice became more and more frenzied.

"I do everything I can to heal them, maybe to let them release their love better, and at the same time improve their ability to find and absorb love, but I can't change the concentration of love in their environment. Therefore, many people will continue to do that thing after the successful crisis intervention, because the environment of their personal life has not changed, the person who is bullied has become a cold violence, and it is more difficult for isolated children to make friends, and it is not me, the suicide intervention operator, who can really save them, but an individual around them. ”

"If you look deeper into most of them, you will find that the real hatefulness is actually some of the people around them, and those who use their own brushes to paint the world of suicide are the real culprits!"

"However, even if the rescuer dies, those who killed them will not show the slightest sadness, but the relatives who love them the most will be in pain."

"Is this fair?" The man looked at the speeding train and slowly raised his hands: "I only understood these things after I died, in fact, many of the dead regretted it, but they have no chance to start over, so they can only pin all their obsessions on me, and let me help them get justice." ”

"Justice? What are you going to do? At this moment, Chen Ge felt a downright killing intent from the man, and he understood that the man had completely turned black after all kinds of things.

"For example, we will clean up the garbage that only knows how to be greedy for love, but cannot release love, so that more good people will not suffer."

The man's word is "those", and what he wants to solve is not one or two, but many.

Compared to the other red clothes, this man's cruelty and tyranny are hidden in the deepest part of his heart.

"You calm down first, I think there should be a better way." Chen Ge took a step back and called out Zhang Ya's name in his heart.

"It's not my decision alone, it's the wish of all of them."

The blood was churning, the light at the head of the train illuminated the wasteland, and at the moment when the light slashed, Chen Ge saw that there were dense figures standing behind the man.