The atmosphere was solemn, and Chen Ge stopped. He and the black shadow stood on both sides of the railway track.
Facing ordinary cannian and fierce ghosts, Chen Ge can already keep his face calm and his heart not beating, but the red clothes are still very stressful for him.
In order to save someone just now, he ran with all his strength and threw the bag containing the Doraemon costume and his own backpack on the roadside.
At this moment, those employees were not with him.
Chen Ge was a little uncomfortable with holding his hands empty. He always wanted to grab something to keep himself calm.
The dark night is like a curtain blocking the moonlight and starlight, and the changes in the black shadow are not over yet.
The originally weak and hunched body slowly straightened up, the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes were smoothed, and blood seeped out 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 railway track. He looked at the man and did not approach.
"birthmark?"
This was the first time that Chen Ge saw such a fierce ghost. The blood was painted into symbols on his face. If you look closely, you will find that the birthmark-like thing is formed by countless overlapping human faces.
They occupy half of a man's face, which means that only half of a man's face is his original appearance, and the other half of his face seems to be changing all the time.
"This aura far exceeds that of Xu Yin. He is indeed the rarest red man next to Zhang Ya."
After swallowing, Chen Ge turned his head and glanced behind him. He had thrown his backpack far away, and it was too late to run back now.
Standing there, Chen Ge told himself to calm down. As if he didn't see the man's true identity, he spoke in a natural tone: "Are you the one who has been talking to me tonight?"
The man looks very quiet, and can even be described as beautiful. His eyes are not big, but there seems to be a world hidden in his eyes. When people look at him, they will not feel trapped.
His pupils narrowed. This was the first time that Chen Ge encountered such a red-clothed ghost. The feeling he gave him was very strange. There was no blood and brutality like ordinary red-clothed bodies. It was more of an indescribable feeling, like...
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 this man in red, so he didn't dare to act rashly.
The two sides looked at each other for a long time, and the strange man looked at Chen Ge and spoke for the first time: "The life and death of these people have nothing to do with you, why did you risk your life to save them?"
"Why are you still struggling with this problem? I'm not a saint, and I won't go out and do righteous things every day. But since they bumped into me, I have to help them within my ability." Chen Ge said very sincerely:
"Even if I know that they will continue to seek death in the future, at least I have helped them get a chance to think again."
I don't know which of Chen Ge's words touched the other person. The blood on the man's face no longer flowed, and his expression became much softer.
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? He won't die?" Chen Ge was filled with doubts: "What do you mean? I came into contact with these dead people after dialing a certain number. Did you also dial that number? Or is that number the one you left?
Came down?"
The reward he drew from the black mobile phone was called the number kissed by the deceased. Every deceased person had called this number before his death. This made Chen Ge feel a little nervous because he had called it several times in a row tonight.
Hearing Chen Ge's voice, the man looked away. He was thin, with pale skin, and looked gentle and weak, but half of his face was occupied by ferocious blood-colored tattoos, which gave him two completely contradictory temperaments.
But the strange thing 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 incomprehensible words.
"Have you noticed that these people have one thing in common?"
"What they have in common?" Chen Ge thought about it for a moment: "Each of them encountered very painful things while they were alive. They had no choice but to leave alone in the end."
"Then do you know why they always call that number before bidding farewell to this world?" The man's voice was emotionless. He didn't know whether it was due to a congenital lack of emotion or because he was completely disappointed with everything.
Chen Ge also had various assumptions on the way here, but he overturned them all. The purpose of this number seems to be just to communicate with the dead and listen to their words.
There is no malicious intent, and there is no such thing as cursing to kill someone.
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 was standing next to the railway track, seemingly lost in memories.
The expression on his face showed pain, self-blame, and more confusion: "When I was in school, I once saw a friend jump from a building. I was standing at the window and he was standing on the building opposite."
"I waved to him and smiled at him, but he didn't respond. He seemed to be in a daze."
"I realized in my mind that something bad might happen, and I shouted his name loudly, but in the end I still couldn't save him."
"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 either want to heal themselves or they want to heal others. I should fall into the former category."
Hearing what the man said, Chen Ge couldn't hold back: "Are you a psychiatrist?"
He actually didn't want to interrupt the man, but he had seen too many doctors during this period, such as Dr. Gao and Dr. Chen, two top doctors who understood people's hearts. Instead of curing him, they fell deeper and deeper into trouble.
, so Chen Ge now has a psychological shadow on the profession of a psychologist.
"I do work in psychological counseling, but I am not a psychiatrist. Have you ever heard of the profession of suicide intervention operator?"
"Suicide intervention operators? Can you tell me what exactly you do?"
They are all in red clothes, but men can communicate with Chen Ge without any barriers. Generally, this type of red clothes are those with superior intelligence but relatively weak combat power, such as Men Nan.
Chen Ge is more experienced in dealing with such a red-shirted person and cannot be moved by emotion or reason, so he can only use another way to communicate.
Chen Ge silently called Zhang Ya's name in his heart. In front of the unfamiliar Hong Yi, he did not dare to be too embarrassed. He was prepared to take different countermeasures depending on the situation.