The atmosphere was dignified, Chen Ge stopped, he and the shadow were separated on both sides of the rail.
In the face of ordinary Cannian and Specter, Chen Ge can already keep his face and heart beating, but the red clothes are still very stressful for him.
In order to save people just now, he ran with all his strength and threw the bag with the robot cat costume and his backpack on the roadside.
At this moment, those employees were not with him.
With the palm of his hand empty, Chen Ge was a little uncomfortable. He always wanted to grab something to keep himself calm.
The dark night is like a curtain covering the moonlight and starlight, and the changes on the shadow are not over yet.
The originally weak and hunched body slowly straightened up, the wrinkles around the corners of his eyes were smoothed out, blood seeped from his forehead, and a strange symbol was drawn on his face, like a birthmark or a blood-red tattoo.
Chen Ge and the man were separated on both sides of the railroad tracks. He looked at the man and did not approach.
"birthmark?"
This is the first time Chen Ge has seen such a Specter. The blood is drawn as a symbol on his face. If you look closely, you will find that what looks like a birthmark is formed by the overlapping of countless human faces.
They occupy half of the man's face, which means that only half of the man's face is his original appearance, and the other half of his face seems to be changing all the time.
"This imposing manner is far more than Xu Yin's, and it is indeed the red garment that is second only to Zhang Ya in rarity."
After swallowing, Chen Ge turned his head and glanced behind him. The backpack was thrown far away by him, and it was too late to run back now.
Standing in the same place, Chen Ge told himself to be calm, as if he didn't see the man's true identity, he said in a very natural tone: "Is it you 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, which makes people feel deeply immersed when they look at him.
His pupils narrowed. It was the first time that Chen Ge had encountered such a red-clothed ghost. The other party felt very strange to him. There was no blood and cruelty like ordinary red-clothed bodies. It was more of an indescribable feeling, like Like the moonlight in the cold night.
"I'm here to help you." Chen Ge didn't know what to say. He couldn't judge the strength of this red shirt, 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 said for the first time: "The lives and deaths 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 issue? I'm not a saint, and I won't go out every day to be brave, but since I bumped into it, I'll 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 win a chance to rethink."
I don't know which of Chen Ge's words touched the other party. 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 was half as smart as you, he wouldn't have died."
"He? Won't die?" Chen Ge was full of doubts: "What do you mean? I got in touch with these dead people after dialing a certain number. Did you dial that number before? Or is it that you left that number? down?"
The reward he drew from the black mobile phone was called the number kissed by the deceased. Every deceased had called this number before his death, which made Chen Ge feel a little nervous, because he had called it several times in a row tonight.
The man withdrew his gaze when he heard Chen Ge's voice. He is thin, pale skin, and looks weak and frail, but half of his face is occupied by hideous blood-colored tattoos, which gives him two completely contradictory temperaments.
But it is strange that two opposite temperaments intertwined in the same person can be so harmonious.
The man didn't answer Chen Ge's question. He stood on the other side of the railway, looked elsewhere, and said inexplicable words.
"Have you noticed one thing in common with these people?"
"Commonality?" Chen Ge recalled for a moment: "Each one of them encountered very painful things while they were alive. They were desperate and finally chose to leave alone."
"Then, do you know why they call that number before they say goodbye to this world?" The man's voice had no emotion at all, whether it was a lack of innate emotion, or he was completely disappointed with everything.
Chen Ge also had various assumptions on the way here, but they were all overturned by him. The purpose of this number seems to be just to communicate with the dead and listen to their words.
There is no malice, and there is no such thing as a curse or murder.
Shaking his head, Chen Ge had a guess in his heart, but he didn't say it.
The man seemed to have expected the result to be like this, and he stood beside the railroad tracks, seemingly lost in memories.
The expression on his face was pain, self-blame, and more confusion: "When I was in school, I saw a friend jump off a building. I was standing by the window and he was standing on the opposite building."
"I waved at him and smiled at him, but he didn't respond. The whole person seemed to be stunned."
"I realized in my mind that something bad might happen, and I shouted his name, but it didn't save him."
"That was the first time I saw death, and it happened in front of me, less than ten meters away from me."
"Some people say that studying psychology is not to heal oneself, but the Holy Mother. If you want to heal others, I should belong to the former category."
Hearing the man say this, 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 time, such as Dr. Gao and Dr. Chen. These two top doctors who understand people's hearts, not only did not cure themselves, but they fell deeper and deeper. , so Chen Ge now has a psychological shadow on the profession of psychiatrist.
"I do work in counseling, but I'm not a psychiatrist. Have you heard of the profession of a suicide intervention operator?"
"Suicide intervention operator? Can you tell me what exactly you guys do?"
They are both red-clothed, but men can communicate with Chen Ge without any problems. Generally, this type of red-clothes are of superior intelligence, but relatively weak in combat, such as Men Nan.
In dealing with such a red-clothed person, Chen Ge has more experience, and he can't move it with emotion and reason, so he can only use another way to communicate.
Chen Ge called out Zhang Ya's name silently in his heart. In front of the unfamiliar Red Clothes, he didn't dare to care for him, and he was ready to take different countermeasures depending on the situation.