A faint light appeared at the end of the night, but neither Chen Ge nor the man turned back to look.

"Have they placed all their hopes on you?" Chen Ge more or less understood why the man could turn into red clothes. He himself did not have strong resentment, but he had come into contact with countless dead people during his lifetime. The most important thing was that those dead people regarded him as the only person they could confide in.

All the negative emotions, all the sad past events, and all the regrets that could never be fulfilled, the dead told all these things to the operator, and they piled up in his heart.

A qualified suicide intervention operator will know how to resolve their inner confusion. They regard the human body as a conduit. If too much negative emotions accumulate, it will be blocked, so most of the time they dare not think deeply. They will patiently persuade when answering the phone, but after hanging up, they will 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 put himself in the situation, persuade with his heart, and connect his emotions with the other person.

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

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

People's ability to withstand stress has its limits. Even professional psychological intervention workers will have more or less psychological problems after years of work. Men are entangled in new confusions before they have time to adjust their condition during repeated rescues.

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

The man's teacher had already seen the problem, so he asked him to relax and have 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 want to do this? Death can't solve any problems." Chen Ge wanted to persuade the man, but when he thought of the man's occupation before his death, he felt it was ridiculous.

"I have considered all that you said. After all, I am a professional in this area." The man's red clothes were oozing with blood. He was completely different from other evil spirits. His eyes were looking at the light in the distance. He seemed to like light very much.

"There are probably several reasons for suicide. One is when people have cognitive biases about the world, life, and the environment around them. They will look at everyone around them with a purely gloomy eye and think that living is a painful thing. My death does not fall into this category."

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

"The third type is for revenge, using one's own death to make others regret it, which doesn't fit my situation either."

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

"In fact, I have been convincing myself that I have helped so many people, but when it comes to helping myself, I suddenly find that the power of words is a little pale."

"The writer, the park doll, and the cancer patient, they represent three different personalities and attitudes towards life. I feel sorry for their departure, I hate my own powerlessness, and I sincerely hope that they can survive!"

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

“Sometimes I envy doctors because they can save patients by prescribing the right medicine, but my job is different. Even though I know that relief is a medicine for them, I cannot let them use it.”

"When everyone was attacking me online, I spoke out my thoughts. It was a public execution, but without the blood."

The man's expression remained calm. "Many people say that I am sick, crazy, an executioner, and that I am killing people indirectly. In fact, I just want to help them."

The light in the distance was getting closer and closer. The man stood next to the railroad tracks and showed no intention of dodging.

"People who have never seen death, people who have never experienced the heart-wrenching pain, what qualifications do you have to point fingers? What reason do you have to act so superior?" As the light approached, the man spoke faster, blood continued to seep from his forehead, dyeing half of his changing face red: "When I stood up again from the pool of blood, I completely understood this truth. Those desperate and suffocating lives poured into my body, and I finally understood them, and understood why those who had lived before made such a ridiculous choice."

The man's eyes were bloodshot, his face was no longer calm, and his voice became more and more frantic.

"I try my best to heal them, maybe I can help them release love better and improve their ability to find and absorb love, but I can't change the concentration of love in their environment. So many people will continue to do that after the crisis intervention is successful, because their personal living environment has not changed. The bullied people become victims of cold violence, and the isolated children find it more difficult to make friends. What can really save them is not me, the suicide intervention operator, but the individuals around me."

"After getting to know most of them in depth, you will find that the real hateful people are some of the people around them. Those who use their brushes to paint the world of suicide victims gray are the real culprits!"

"But even if the rescuers die, those who killed them will not show any sadness, but their loved ones who love them the most will feel sad and painful."

"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 their lives, but they no longer have a chance to start over. They can only put all their obsessions on me and ask me to help them get justice."

"Justice? What are you going to do?" At this moment, Chen Ge felt the murderous intent from the man. He understood that the man had completely turned evil after experiencing all the things.

"For example, we should clean up those garbage people who only know how to greedily demand love but are unable to give love, so that no more kind people will suffer."

The man's word was "those", and he wanted to solve not one or two, but many.

Compared with other red-clothed men, this man's cruelty and tyranny are hidden in the deepest part of 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."

The blood was boiling. The light from the front of the train illuminated the wasteland. In the instant when the light passed, Chen Ge saw that there were densely packed figures behind the man.

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