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

"Do they place all their hopes on you?" Chen Ge understood more or less why men can turn into red clothes. His own resentment is not too strong, but he has come into contact with countless dead people during his lifetime. The most important thing is

It was the deceased who regarded him as the only person they could talk to.

All the negative emotions, all the sad past events, and all kinds of regrets that could never be realized, the deceased told the operator all these things, and they were accumulated in his heart.

A qualified suicide intervention operator will know how to resolve their own inner confusion. They regard the human body as a conduit. If bad emotions accumulate too much, it will become blocked, so most of the time they dare not think deeply and connect the call.

He would patiently advise me on the phone, but after hanging up the phone, he would never think about it again.

But the man in red on the other side of the railway track is different. He has been affected by the deceased. Just like Chen Ge, he will step into it, dig deep into his heart to persuade, and connect his emotions with the other party.

He is a truly kind person to those seeking help, but this is also a very dangerous thing.

Bringing the help seekers into a desperate situation, he also pushed himself to the edge of the cliff while helping those who were standing next to the cliff.

There is a limit to a person's endurance. Even professional psychological interventionists will develop psychological problems after many years of employment. Men are rescued again and again, and before they have time to adjust their state, they are re-involved.

Wrapped in confusion.

He reached out and grabbed those who committed suicide, but his own body was also dragged bit by bit into the abyss.

The man's teacher had already seen the problem, so he asked him to clear his mind and take a good rest, but the final result showed that he did not seem to do what his teacher said.

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

"Why do you do this? Death can't solve any problems." Chen Ge wanted to persuade the man, but when he thought of the man's occupation during his lifetime, he had a very ridiculous feeling.

"I have thought about what you said. After all, I am professional in this aspect alone." Blood oozed from the red clothes on the man's body. He was completely different from other ghosts. He looked at the light in the distance.

He seems to like light very much.

"The reasons for suicide can be roughly divided into several categories. First, when people have cognitive biases about the world, life, and the surrounding environment, they will look at everyone around them with a purely gloomy look, thinking that living is a

Painful things, my death does not fall into that category."

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

"The third type is for revenge, using one's own death to make others regret it. This is not consistent with my situation."

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

"Actually, I have been convincing myself that I have saved so many people, but when it was my turn to save myself, I suddenly realized that the power of words is a bit pale."

"A writer, a paradise doll, and a cancer patient, they have combined three different personalities and attitudes towards life. I regret their departure. I hate my own powerlessness. I hope from the bottom of my heart that they can survive!"

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

"Sometimes I envy doctors. As long as they prescribe the right medicine, they can save the patient. But my job is different. Even if I know that relief is a medicine for them, I can't let them use it."

"When everyone on the Internet was attacking me, I spoke out my thoughts. 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 indirectly killing people. In fact, I just want to help them."

The bright light in the distance was getting closer and closer, and the man stood beside the railway track with no intention of avoiding it.

"People who have never seen death, who have never experienced the heart-breaking pain, what qualifications do they have to point fingers? And what reason do they have to act aloof?" As the light approached, the man's speaking speed changed.

Soon, blood continued to ooze from his forehead, dyeing the ever-changing half of his face red: "It was only when I stood up again from the pool of blood that I fully understood this truth. During that period of time when I was desperate and suffocating, a life of despair poured into me.

I finally understood them and why those who had lived made such absurd choices."

The man's eyes were blood red, his face was no longer calm, and his voice became more and more crazy.

"I try my best to heal them. Maybe I can make them release love better, and at the same time improve their ability to discover love and absorb love, but I can't change the concentration of love in their environment. So many people in crisis intervention

After he succeeds, he will continue to do that thing, because the environment of his personal life has not changed. People who are bullied become cold violence. It is more difficult for isolated children to make friends. The one who can really save them is not me.

This suicide intervention operator is a person around me."

"After getting to know most of them deeply, you will find that the really hateful people are some of the people around them. Those who paint the world of suicides with paintbrushes in their own hands are the real culprits!"

"However, even if the rescuers die, those who killed them will not show any sadness. On the contrary, the relatives who love them most will suffer."

"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 no longer have the chance to come back.

, they can only place 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 the murderous intent from the man's body. He understood that the man had completely turned into a black man after experiencing all kinds of things.

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

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

Compared with other red clothes, this man's cruelty and violence are hidden deep in his heart.

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

"This is not my decision alone, but the wish of all of them."
Chapter completed!