"The recording of the call was made public, and the first person to find me was my teacher."

"At five o'clock in the morning, I was sleeping in the lounge with my coat covered, and then I vaguely heard the door opening, but I was too sleepy to pay attention to it."

"It wasn't until noon that I opened my eyes to find the teacher sitting at his desk in the break room, flipping through Menlinger's Man Against Himself, a book on the psychology of suicide."

"The sun was shining inside the house, and I didn't know what was going on outside at the time, but I just thought the teacher was a little strange today."

"He's the oldest counselor there, and I'm the one who brought him out, so I'll call him a teacher whenever I want."

You can tell from the man's tone that he respects his teacher very much.

"Your teacher told you about it? What is his attitude? Chen Ge was a little curious, if he wanted to have a good relationship with Hongyi, he must find out his personality and obsession before his death, and prescribe the right medicine to make him willing to work for himself.

"He didn't say anything to me about it, he just asked me a question." The man looked at the dark night sky: "If one day, when he is standing on the edge of the building, how can I persuade him?" ”

"I never thought about it, in my eyes the teacher is a very strong person, this situation seems to me to almost never happen, I told him the truth about my thoughts. One day, I'll put everything I've learned to him and do everything I can to help him, and if that doesn't convince me, then I'll respect his decision. ”

"I never felt like my job was sacred, I just felt that my job was very important, just like the doctors in the emergency room. I will take my most serious attitude to help, but I will also respect the patient. ”

The man's voice slowly lowered as he spoke: "After the teacher listened to my words, he smiled with satisfaction, and he sat next to me like an old friend for many years and said a word to me. ”

"He felt I was a good person, his proudest student, but not a fully qualified suicide intervention operator."

"The teacher had already seen that my emotions were not too right, and he asked me to go out and walk more and empty my mind."

"Suicide intervention operators are a very special job, and in addition to those harassing calls, everyone receives an average of about 20 moderately dangerous calls and one to five emergency danger calls per night. Under the continuous emotional impact, the operator himself is sometimes affected, depressed, and crying with the other party, whenever you have to tell yourself, you must calm down, to convince the other party. ”

"The human body is like a balloon filled with water, good, bad, all kinds of emotions will be injected into it, if you can't adjust yourself, when the balloon bursts, it is when a person completely collapses."

"As a suicide intervention operator, my brain was soaked in crying and grief every night, and a lot of people would leave after working for a while, so I didn't really understand what the teacher meant at first."

"When I was about to ask again, the teacher tapped me on the shoulder and left, but the book he had just flipped through remained."

"Then I learned that the recording of my phone call had been posted online, and I became the first suicide intervention operator to persuade someone to die."

"Countless people were insulting, but I was actually very calm at that time."

"What others say has nothing to do with me, I only admit right and wrong."

"In this respect, I am indeed a very stupid person, I will cry because of the stories of the people who ask for help, I will talk to these strangers until dawn, I will cry with them, I will bring them into their role, I will feel their pain."

"I didn't see myself as a rescuer, I saw myself as their friend."

The man's expression was a little confused when he said these words.

But soon the confusion in his eyes was replaced by blood, and scarlet blood oozed from under his skin: "This matter has not yet come to fruition, and something new has appeared." ”

"In crisis intervention, if you forcibly stop people who are determined to die, even if they succeed this time, they are likely to commit suicide in a more decisive way next time."

"In order to avoid that, we sometimes allow them to try within a controllable range, such as when there are life-saving air cushions and ambulances and fire brigades, and if the floor is lower, we don't force them to jump."

"I know it sounds hard to accept, but if you think about it from another angle, few people in this world can empathize, even biological parents are difficult to do, and blunt dissuasion will be counterproductive most of the time, which is a manifestation of not understanding the pain of the other person."

"And allowing them to try it is a kind of respect, a tangible respect that they can feel."

Hearing this, Chen Ge already had a bad premonition: "You shouldn't have really done this, right?" ”

"I've done this in the field when I'm in crisis intervention. In fact, this is not as terrible as you think, and we are trying to control the crisis. To give you another example, there was a help-seeker who wanted to commit suicide by swallowing sleeping pills, he was extremely emotionally unstable and could not communicate at all. ”

"After experiencing death once, he changed a lot and started his life again."

"I've had a lot of successful examples, but it just sounds like it's against our duty. After the subsequent recording was made public, this method attracted strong attacks from public opinion. ”

"I'm saving people, but everyone thinks I'm killing people."

"I started to think that my teachers had come to see me, and many of my friends had comforted me, but the question was not about me, but whether it was right or wrong."

The man looked about the same age as Chen Ge, but his voice sounded much more vicissitudes than Chen Ge, he looked at the boundless dark night and watched quietly for a long time.

The expression on his face slowly became hideous, then gradually returned to normal, and finally the corners of his mouth outlined an indifferent arc.

"Maybe I'm not a good suicide intervention operator, but the people I help do see me as the last friend in my life I can trust." The man's coat was completely dyed red, and the half of his blood-red face was constantly changing: "I didn't understand this until after I died, because I had so many hopes in me. ”