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

"It was around five in the morning, I was catching up on sleep in the lounge with my coat on. Later I vaguely heard the door open, but I was too sleepy at the time and didn't take it seriously."

"It was not until noon that I opened my eyes and found the teacher sitting at the desk in the lounge, reading Menlinger's Man Against Himself, a book about the psychology of suicide."

"The sun shone into the house. I didn't know what was happening outside at the time. I just thought the teacher was a little strange today."

"He is the most experienced psychologist in our area, and he brought me up, so no matter what time it is, I will always call him teacher."

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

"Did your teacher tell you about this? What is his attitude?" Chen Ge was a little curious. If he wanted to have a good relationship with Hong Yi, he had to understand his personality and obsessions before his death, and prescribe the right remedy to make him willing to work for him.

"He didn't say anything to me about that incident. He just asked me a question." The man looked at the dark night sky: "If one day, he stands on the edge of the building, how should I persuade him?"

"I have never thought about this problem. In my eyes, teachers are very strong people. This kind of situation is unlikely to happen to me. I told him my thoughts truthfully. If that day really comes, I will use everything I have learned on him and try my best to help him. If these still cannot convince him, then I will respect his decision."

"I never think my job is sacred. I just think my job is very important, just like the doctors in the emergency room. I will use my most serious attitude to help, but I will also respect the patients."

The man's voice gradually lowered as he spoke: "After listening to what I said, the teacher smiled with satisfaction. He sat next to me like an old friend and said something to me."

"He thought I was a nice person and his proudest student, but not a fully qualified suicide intervention operator."

"The teacher has noticed that my mood is not right, and he told me to go out more and relax my mind."

"Being a suicide intervention operator is a very special job. Apart from those harassing calls, each person receives an average of about 20 moderately dangerous calls and one to five emergency dangerous calls every night. Under the continuous emotional impact, the operator himself is sometimes affected, depressed, and cries with the other party. At this time, you have to tell yourself to calm down and persuade the other party."

"The human body is like a balloon filled with water. Good, bad, and all kinds of emotions will be injected into it. If you can't regulate yourself, when the balloon bursts, that's when a person completely collapses."

"As a suicide intervention operator, my brain is immersed in crying and grieving every night. Many people 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 patted me on the shoulder and left, but the book he had just read stayed behind."

"Later 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 abusing me, but I was actually very calm at that time."

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

"In this respect, I am indeed a very stupid person. I would cry because of the stories of those who seek help. I would chat with these strangers until dawn. I would cry with them, put myself into their roles, and feel their pain."

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

The man looked a little confused when he said these words.

But soon the confusion in his eyes was replaced by bloodshot, and scarlet blood oozed from under his skin: "Before this matter has come to an end, new things have appeared."

"During crisis intervention, if you forcibly stop someone who is determined to die, even if you succeed this time, they are likely to use a more determined method to commit suicide next time."

"In order to avoid this kind of situation, we sometimes allow them to try within a controllable range, such as when there are life-saving air cushions, ambulances and fire departments. If the floor is low, we will not forcibly stop them from jumping off the building."

"I know this sounds hard to accept, but think about it from another perspective. Few people in this world can empathize with others, even biological parents can hardly do so. Blunt dissuasion will often have the opposite effect. This is a manifestation of not understanding the other person's pain."

"Allowing them to try is a kind of respect, a real respect that they can feel."

Hearing this, Chen Ge already had a bad feeling: "You didn't really do this, did you?"

"I have done this during on-site crisis intervention. In fact, it is not as terrible as you think. We are trying within the controllable scope of the crisis. Let me give you another example. There was a person who wanted to commit suicide by taking sleeping pills. He was extremely emotionally unstable and could not communicate at all. After communicating with the police, I found low-concentration sleeping pills and let him try it."

"After experiencing death, he changed a lot and started living again."

"I have many successful examples, but this method sounds like it violates our duties. After the subsequent recordings were made public, this method attracted strong attacks from public opinion."

"I was clearly saving people, but everyone thought I was killing people."

"I started thinking. My teacher came to see me and many friends comforted me. But the key to the problem is not about me, but whether it is right or wrong."

The man looked about the same age as Chen Ge, but his voice sounded much more mature than Chen Ge's. He stared into the endless darkness, quietly watching for a long time.

The expression on his face gradually became ferocious, then gradually returned to normal, and finally an indifferent arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“Maybe I’m not a qualified suicide intervention operator, but the people I helped really regarded me as the last friend they could trust in their lives.” The man’s coat was completely dyed red, and the blood-red half of his face kept changing. “I only realized this after I died. It turns out that so many hopes were placed on me.”