Zhang Ya…
Silently reciting her name made Chen Ge vaguely uneasy that he did not get any response.
Turning his head and looking 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 said in a low voice, "Your face doesn't look very 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 was also someone who had seen strong winds and waves. He immediately adjusted his state and changed the subject.
"Nearly one million people commit suicide every year in the world, and this number far exceeds homicide. However, this topic is often seldom brought into the public eye because of shame and silence. In fact, what we should do is to face it squarely. When a person has suicidal tendencies When the time comes, 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 pushed to that point, only he can understand the pain he suffers."
The man seemed to have thought of something, and he looked at the endless night sky: "I am a suicide intervention operator, and my job every day is to stretch out my hand to those who have come to the abyss and tell them this. There are people in the world who are willing to help him, and I can't drag them out of the abyss, but I can tell them there's still beauty in the world."
"That number is the suicide intervention hotline?" Chen Ge nodded: "No wonder the tone of voice of the previous few people talking to me is so strange."
"It's not strange for them. If you encounter what they have encountered, I'm afraid it will be the same as them." The man looked back at Chen Ge: "In fact, those who believe in death rarely call us for help. Hotline. People who choose to call the suicide intervention hotline at the end of their lives actually still retain a trace of love for the world in their hearts. Their incompatibility and their strange behavior are actually asking for help from the people around them. "
"Help?"
"That's right, suicide is not a temporary act caused by a short period of time. Various reasons will be buried very early, those bad emotions and things will accumulate in the heart, and then suddenly one day, because of a certain point, it will be triggered. At that moment, people are overwhelmed by negative emotions. Many suicides are actually foreshadowed, but the people around them rarely notice. If they could find out earlier and make changes, the tragedy could be completely avoided.”
The blood on the man's coat is slowly fading, and the color of the blood-colored tattoo on his left face is also fading.
This is the first time Chen Ge has encountered such a situation. All the red clothes he has seen before, no matter when, the blood red coat will not change. The red clothes in front of him seem to be a little different from other red clothes.
The man didn't care about Chen Ge's gaze, he should just want to talk to someone: "I have heard many reasons for suicide, the factory went bankrupt, and in order to make a comeback, I owed a huge amount of usury. There is no way out, at the last moment of life, still I didn’t dare to go home. When I got on the phone, I heard the man in his 40s and 50s crying all the time. His only wish was to see his child. There are too many similar things. People will always become more vulnerable, twelve to three in the morning is our busiest time, and my first rescue failure was also at that time.”
The railroad tracks were in the middle, and the man and Chen Ge kept a good distance from each other.
"Do you remember the first phone call you made?"
"Impressive."
"The writer called me before he was alive and I could hear the madness in his tone, but I underestimated his determination. I thought he was just trying to talk to someone because his voice was really calm and in During the conversation with him, I could not feel any abnormality in him, it was just a very ordinary depression." When the man said this, the blood-colored tattoo on half of his face changed slightly, and blood threads were intertwined, slowly Slowly sketched another person's face.
"I remember very clearly, that was the first time I failed to intervene, and until now I can even recite all the conversations between me and him." The man's voice was a little painful: "I was on the second day. When I saw him in the newspaper, I regret it, he gave me his last hope, but I ignored it, and I am also responsible for that tragedy."
"Since then, I've been more careful when talking to people, but it hasn't gotten better."
"One day after a month, I failed to intervene again. That day was that person's 30th birthday. He deliberately chose this day, wearing work clothes, and saying goodbye in the place where he was the most memorable." The man should be suffering from Nobita. A patient with tiger syndrome, Chen Ge could hear a trace of pain in the other's tone.
"Life is disappearing before my eyes. I clearly have a chance." The blood-colored tattoo on the man's face changed again. Chen Ge found that every time he talked about a person, the blood-colored tattoo on his face changed. From the experience of dealing with ghosts, the obsession of those who committed suicide seems to have entered the body of the man. In other words, it may also be that the man alone carried the obsession of all the suicides over the phone.
"The third failed intervention was on the second day. I was going to see the last suicide in person." The man's tone changed for the first time: "He is really a kind person, I have I asked him if he had any wishes at the last moment of his life. The answer he gave me was that he was worried that dying in the landlord's house would make the landlord's house impossible to rent out, so he went to other places on purpose. He had paid the utility bills and debts. The rent is on the suitcase, but he doesn't have a friend, so I hope I can notify the landlord and hand over 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 don't even know where he is."
"I haven't gotten over my last suicide, and I've met another suicide."
"He suffers from cancer and suffers from pain. Unlike other suicides, this one called me during the day. He had thought it through." The man said this and looked at Chen Ge again: " My job is to pull a person out of the quagmire of death, but I didn't do that on that day. Maybe because of the stress, maybe because of the continuous stimulation, I didn't try to persuade him Embracing life, but respecting his choice."
Every time a man mentioned a suicide, the blood-colored tattoo on the side of his face changed.
"I didn't do what I was supposed to do, but what did I do wrong?"
The man looked even more dazed: "All the call records we have there will be saved, mine is no exception, but then I don't know what happened. Shortly after his accident, the last call between me and him was been made public."