He silently read her name, and what made Chen Ge vaguely uneasy was that he didn't get any response.
He turned his head and glanced behind him. The night was dark and there was no light around him, so he couldn't see his shadow at all.
"What are you doing?" The man noticed that Chen Ge was behaving strangely and whispered, "Your face doesn't look good."
"This is the first time I've heard about the profession of suicide intervention operator. What do you need to do every day?" Chen Ge is also a person who has seen great storms. He immediately adjusted his attitude and changed the topic.
"Nearly one million people commit suicide every year around the world. This number far exceeds homicides. However, this topic is often rarely brought into public view due to shame and silence. In fact, what we should do is to face it squarely. When a person has suicidal tendencies,
When the situation arises, help him and heal him in time. Instead of blaming him and isolating him with incomprehensible eyes."
"No one is stupid enough to despise life. When a person is really forced to that point, only he can understand the pain he endures."
The man seemed to have thought of something. He looked at the boundless night sky: "I am a suicide intervention operator. What I have to do every day is to reach out to those who have walked to the abyss and tell them this."
There are people in the world who are willing to help him. I can't drag them out of the abyss, but I can tell them that there are still beautiful things in the world."
"That number is the suicide intervention hotline?" Chen Ge nodded: "No wonder the first few people spoke to me in such strange tones."
"They are not strange. If you encounter what they have experienced, I am afraid you will be like them." The man looked back at Chen Ge: "In fact, those who have the belief that they will die rarely call us for help.
Hotline. People who choose to call the suicide intervention hotline at the end of their lives actually retain a trace of love for the world deep in their hearts. Their incompatibility and various strange behaviors are actually asking for help from the people around them.
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"Help?"
"That's right, suicide is not a temporary act that is promoted in a short period of time. Various reasons will be buried very early. Those bad emotions and things are accumulated in the heart, and then suddenly one day, because of a certain point, they are triggered.
, at that moment people are overwhelmed by negative emotions. Many suicides have been foreshadowed for a long time, but people around them rarely notice it. If they could have discovered it earlier and made changes, the tragedy could have been completely avoided."
The blood on the man's coat is slowly fading, and the bloody tattoo on his left face is also fading.
This is the first time Chen Ge has encountered this situation. All the red clothes he has seen before, no matter what time, the blood red coat will not change. The red clothes in front of him seem to be a little different from the other red clothes.
The man didn't care about Chen Ge's gaze. He probably just wanted to find someone to talk to: "I've heard many reasons for suicide. The factory went bankrupt. In order to make a comeback, I owed huge loan sharks. I had no choice but to commit suicide at the last moment of my life.
I didn't dare to go home. When I answered the phone, I heard the man in his forties or fifties crying all the time. His only wish was to see his children. There were too many similar things, and every night late at night
People will always become more vulnerable during times of crisis, and 12 a.m. to 3 a.m. is our busiest time. It was also at that time that my first rescue failed."
The railroad track ran across the middle, and the man and Chen Ge kept their distance in a tacit understanding.
"Do you remember the first phone call you made?"
"Impressed."
"The writer called me before his death. I could hear the madness in his voice, but I underestimated his determination. I thought he just wanted to find someone to talk to, because his voice was really calm. During the conversation with him, I didn't feel anything unusual about him, just a very ordinary low mood." When the man said this, the blood-colored tattoos on half of his face changed slightly, and the bloodshot threads intertwined slowly. Slowly outlines the face of another person.
"I remember clearly that it was the first time my intervention failed. Even now I can even recite the entire conversation between me and him." The man's voice was a little painful: "I did it the next day. I saw him in the newspaper and regretted it. He gave me his last hope, but I ignored it. I am also responsible for that tragedy."
"From then on, I became more careful when talking to people, but the situation didn't get better."
"One day a month later, my intervention failed again. That day was that person's thirtieth birthday. He deliberately chose this day, wore work clothes, and said goodbye at the place where he once remembered the most." The man was probably talking about someone suffering from obesity. As a patient with tiger syndrome, Chen Ge could hear a hint of pain in the other person's tone.
"Living lives disappeared in front of my eyes. I clearly had a chance." The blood-colored tattoo on the side of the man's face changed again. Chen Ge found that every time he talked about a person, the blood-colored tattoo on his face would change. With him and Judging from my experience in dealing with ghosts, it seems that the obsessions of those who committed suicide have entered the bodies of men. In other words, it may be that men single-handedly shouldered the obsessions of all the suicides on the other side of the phone. .
"The third intervention failed the next day. I was originally going to see the last suicide in person." The man's tone changed for the first time: "He is really a very kind person. I once I asked him if he had any wishes at the end of his life. His answer to me was that he was worried that dying at the landlord's house would cause the landlord's house to be unable to be rented out, so he went to another place. I put the rent on the suitcase, but he doesn’t have any friends, so I hope I can notify the landlord and pay the utility bills to the landlord.”
"I talked to him a lot that day until he fell asleep. I should have called the police, but I didn't even know where he was."
"I haven't gotten over the last suicide, so I met another suicide."
"He suffers from cancer and is suffering from illness. Unlike other suicides, this one called me during the day. He thought carefully about it." After the man said this, he looked at Chen Ge again: " My job is to pull a person out of the quagmire of death, but on that day, I did not do such a thing. Maybe it was because of too much mental pressure, or maybe because of continuous stimulation, I did not persuade him Embrace life and respect his choice."
Every time a man mentions a suicide, the bloody tattoo on his side changes.
"I didn't do what I should have done, but did I do something wrong?"
The man looked even more confused: "All our call records will be saved, and my call was no exception. But I don't know what happened later. Shortly after his accident, the last call between me and him was