The atmosphere was heavy. Chen Ge stopped and he and the shadow stood on both sides of the railroad track.

Facing ordinary regrets and evil spirits, Chen Ge could keep his composure, but the red-clothed one was still very stressful for him.

In order to save people just now, he ran as fast as he could and threw the bag containing the Doraemon costume and his backpack on the side of the road.

At this moment, those employees were not with him.

Chen Ge felt a little uncomfortable with his empty hands. He always wanted to grab something to keep himself calm.

The darkness of the night was like a curtain covering the moonlight and starlight, but the changes in the dark shadow were not over yet.

The originally weak and hunched body slowly straightened up, the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes were smoothed out, and blood oozed from the forehead, forming a strange symbol on the face, like a birthmark or a blood-red tattoo.

Chen Ge and the man stood on both sides of the railroad tracks. He looked at the man but did not approach him.

"birthmark?"

This was the first time Chen Ge had seen such a fierce ghost. The blood formed symbols on its face. If you look closely, you will find that the thing that looks like a birthmark is formed by countless human faces overlapping each other.

They occupied half of the man's face, which means that only half of the man's face was his original appearance, and the other half seemed to be constantly changing.

"This aura is far greater than Xu Yin's. It is worthy of being a red dress whose rarity is second only to Zhang Ya's."

Chen Ge swallowed his saliva and turned his head to look behind him. He had thrown his backpack far away and it was too late for him to run back.

Standing there, Chen Ge told himself to stay calm. He acted as if he didn't see the man's true identity and spoke in a very natural tone: "Are you the one who has been talking to me tonight?"

The man looks very quiet, even handsome. His eyes are not big, but there seems to be a world hidden in his eyes, which makes people unconsciously fall deeply into it when they look into his eyes.

His pupils shrank. It was the first time that Chen Ge encountered such a red-clothed ghost. The other party gave him a very strange feeling. It did not have the bloodiness and brutality of ordinary red-clothed ghosts. Instead, it was more of an indescribable feeling, like the moonlight on a cold night.

"I'm here to help you." Chen Ge didn't know what to say. He couldn't judge the strength of the man in red, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

The two sides stared at each other for a long time. The strange man looked at Chen Ge and spoke for the first time: "The life and death of these people has nothing to do with you. Why did you risk your life to save them?"

"Why are you still struggling with this issue? I'm not a saint. I won't go out and do good deeds every day. But since I ran into them, I will help them to the best of my ability." Chen Ge said sincerely: "Even if I know they will continue to seek death in the future, at least I have helped them to gain a chance to rethink."

No one knew which of Chen Ge's words touched the other person, but the blood on the man's face stopped flowing and his expression softened a lot.

He looked at the railroad tracks extending into the darkness and sighed softly: "If I had been half as smart as you, he wouldn't have died."

"He? Not dead?" Chen Ge was full of doubts: "What do you mean? I came into contact with these dead people after I dialed a certain number. Did you also dial that number? Or did you leave that number behind?"

The prize he drew from the black phone was called the number kissed by the dead. Every dead person had called this number before they died. This made Chen Ge feel a little uneasy because he had already called it several times in a row tonight.

The man heard Chen Ge's voice and looked away. He was thin, pale, and looked weak, but half of his face was covered with a hideous blood-red tattoo, which gave him two completely contradictory temperaments.

But what is strange is that two opposite temperaments intertwined in the same person can be so harmonious.

The man did not answer Chen Ge's question. He stood on the other side of the railway, looking elsewhere and saying something incomprehensible.

"Have you noticed that these people have something in common?"

"Commonality?" Chen Ge thought for a moment, "Each of them encountered very painful things when they were alive. They had nowhere else to go, and finally chose to leave alone."

"Then do you know why they all dial that number before they say goodbye to this world?" The man's voice was emotionless. It was unclear whether it was due to his congenital lack of emotions or because he was extremely disappointed with everything.

Chen Ge had made various assumptions on the way here, but they were all overturned by him. The meaning of this number seemed to be just to communicate with the dead and listen to their words.

There is no malice, and there is no such thing as cursing or killing.

Shaking his head, Chen Ge had a guess in his mind, but he didn't say it out loud.

The man seemed to have expected this outcome; he stood beside the tracks, seemingly lost in his memories.

The expression on his face showed pain, self-blame, and more confusion: "When I was in school, I saw a friend jump off a building. I was standing at the window and he was standing on the building opposite."

"I waved at him and smiled at him, but he didn't respond. He looked like he was possessed."

"I realized in my mind that something bad might happen, and I shouted his name loudly, but in the end I couldn't bring him back."

"That was the first time I saw death. It happened right in front of me, less than ten meters away from me."

"Some people say that those who study psychology are either to heal themselves or are saints who want to heal others. I probably belong to the former category."

Hearing the man say this, Chen Ge couldn't help but ask: "Are you a psychologist?"

He actually didn't want to interrupt the man, but he had seen too many doctors recently, such as Dr. Gao and Dr. Chen. These two top doctors who understood human nature not only failed to cure him, but made him get deeper and deeper into trouble. So Chen Ge now has a psychological shadow on the profession of psychologist.

"I do work in the field of psychological counseling, but I can't be considered a psychologist. Have you ever heard of the profession of suicide intervention operator?"

"Suicide intervention operator? Can you tell me what you do specifically?"

They are both wearing red clothes, but the man can communicate with Chen Ge without any obstacles. Generally, people wearing red clothes of this type are extremely intelligent, but relatively weak in combat power, such as Men Nan.

Chen Ge was quite experienced in dealing with people in red. Since he couldn't appeal to their emotions or reason with them, he could only use another way to communicate.

Chen Ge silently called out Zhang Ya's name in his heart. In front of the strange woman in red, he did not dare to act rashly. He was prepared to take different countermeasures depending on the situation.