"In the face of illness, people seem insignificant. This is something I only recently realized." The man kept coughing, his body almost couldn't hold on any longer. "I used to have a bad temper, but cancer gradually wore away my edges. In the battle with it, I realized that people are actually very fragile."

"Don't go any further. Stop and rest for a while. I'll be at Jiujiang World Trade Center soon. We can talk about anything when we meet." Chen Ge lied about his whereabouts. He gestured to the driver, urging him to drive faster.

The results of an online search showed that the National Academy built next to the railway was near the southern suburbs, not too far from him.

"I've been staying here for a long time. It's time to move on." The man's voice was trembling. Every time he coughed, his whole body would be affected. The pain was indescribable. "I know you are doing this for my own good, but I also want to see other scenery. This is why I went to that high place."

Chen Ge didn't know how to persuade the man. After all, he was not a professional psychologist.

"When people die, there is nothing left. Calm down first. Think about the unfinished things in your memory and the precious people in your life. They are still waiting for you. Every minute you spend together is important to them." Chen Ge spoke very quickly. He was also a little anxious and waved to the driver desperately.

The driver was also a smart man. After hearing what Chen Ge said, he immediately realized the seriousness of the problem and sped up again.

Returning along the same route, they soon passed the entrance of the children's playground and headed towards the edge of the southern suburbs.

Among the suburbs of Jiujiang, the western suburbs are the largest in area, while the southern suburbs have the most convenient transportation but are the smallest in area.

The man's voice on the phone gradually became lower. He seemed to regard Chen Ge as his last listener and told Chen Ge a lot of things about himself.

The taxi sped along the road, the buildings on both sides gradually became shorter, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians around.

Chen Ge sat in the car, trying to do two things at once. While chatting with the man on the phone, he stared outside the car, comparing the map, looking for the National Academy.

The man's coughing on the other end of the phone became more and more intense, and it felt like he was going to cough out his lungs. This was by no means an exaggeration. Just from the sound of the voice, Chen Ge could feel the pain the man was experiencing.

"Hold on! I'll be there soon!" Chen Ge was extremely anxious. The voice on the other end of the phone was so real that he always felt that there was still a chance to save everything.

"It's okay, I'm used to it." The man coughed for a long time before he could utter a word. His voice sounded very strange, with a sense of relief, a hint of liberation, and a hint of reluctance.

He tried to make each one of them clear, even though doing so would sting his throat, which was already swollen from coughing, and the lump on his neck: "I'm already very happy that you can chat with me for so long. Go back. I'm not in the place you mentioned, and don't come looking for me. Just let me walk the rest of the way alone."

The wind grew stronger and Chen Ge held his breath. He was now worried about hearing the train whistle on his phone.

When that sound was heard, it was probably when the man arrived at his "destination".

A few minutes later, the driver took Chen Ge to the destination.

At the end of the street there is an ancient courtyard, which was the former residence of a scholar in Jiujiang. The National Academy is next to this courtyard.

The driver was smart and did not interrupt Chen Ge's conversation with the man. After he stopped the car, he pointed outside and then pointed at the meter.

Chen Ge was in a hurry to find the man who was about to lie on the tracks. He took out a few banknotes from his pocket and handed them to the driver. Then he opened the door and rushed out with his bag.

On the other end of the phone, the man's will became blurred, his voice was intermittent, his words were incoherent, and his condition was very dangerous.

"You haven't finished your story yet. You just talked about the scene when you first met your wife. What happened afterwards?" Chen Ge didn't dare to let the man stop thinking. He tried to get him to continue.

As you walk out of the street, you can see an iron cabinet in the distance. There are barriers on both sides, but a small part of the barriers are missing. It should be that they were removed by nearby residents to facilitate passage.

Where are the people?

This is the place that matches the two pieces of information about the train whistle and the National Academy. The phone hasn't been hung up yet, so Chen Ge didn't dare to make too much noise. He ran wildly outside the isolation fence, with the sound of the wind whistling in his ears.

The railroad tracks in the dark night looked like a ladder leading to the other side of the world, with no end, extending into the deepest darkness.

"This stairway does not lead to heaven..."

It was unknown when the next train would arrive. All Chen Ge could do was to try his best to find the other person and bring him to a safe place.

Chen Ge didn't know whether what he did was right or wrong, but he still wanted to do his best to make the man think again.

Holding a cell phone in one hand and a large bag in the other, Chen Ge ran alone beside the railway tracks: "Calm down, you must calm down!"

Chen Ge failed to save the first two victims, so he would not miss this one.

The coughing sounded again. The man's physical condition seemed to have reached its limit. He stopped and did not move forward.

"I'm almost there." The man's voice came from the phone: "I still feel a little reluctant. I should have spent more time with them before."

As the man spoke, Chen Ge's pupils shrank. He used his Yin pupils and discovered a figure far away.

The man sat in the middle of the railroad track, and in front of him was the track that stretched into the darkness and seemed to have no end.

Is it him?

Chen Ge ran towards the man, and slowly, a little light appeared in the darkness.

The sound of wind whirred and a man's voice came from the phone: "I have seen the place I want to go. It is light, a light that is slowly approaching..."

"Quick! Get out of there!"

Chen Ge knew exactly what that light was; the train was coming!

He dropped the bag and rushed towards the shadow.

The sound of the train starting up on the phone became clearer and clearer, and Chen Ge was getting closer and closer to the black shadow.

He no longer paid attention to other things. At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind, to pull the black shadow away.

Chen Ge sprinted at full speed and saw the speeding train. He bit his lips until they bled, but he continued to move forward.

If there was a third person present, it would feel like Chen Ge was actively crashing into the oncoming train in the distance.

“Get out of the way!”

In just a blink of an eye, Chen Ge had already rushed in front of the black shadow.

Before the train came over, he reached out and grabbed the shadow.

His palms were cold, and without thinking too much, Chen Ge grabbed the thing and rolled off the rails.

The train passed by, just a few seconds away.

His whole body was soaked with cold sweat, and Chen Ge had never been so scared when facing the red-clothed man.

The wheels rolled over the rails, and the sound was extremely heavy. Chen Ge didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the train passed.

"Are you okay?"

He quickly looked at the black shadow he had just caught, and when he looked around, he found that the black shadow was standing on the other side of the track, keeping a distance from Chen Ge.

"Why did you save me?" The voice from the black shadow was the same as the voice on the phone.

"Do you need a reason to save people?" Chen Ge asked the other party. He hung up the phone and walked towards the black shadow.

As he got closer, the black shadow's facial features began to change slowly. Drops of blood seeped out from under the skin, slowly dyeing the coat red.