Chapter 560 Suicide Intervention Operator

The atmosphere was dignified, Chen Ge stopped, and he and the shadow stood on both sides of the railroad track.

In the face of ordinary Cannian and fierce ghosts, 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 containing the robot cat costume and his backpack on the side of the road.

At this moment, those employees were not with him.

Chen Ge was a little uncomfortable with the palm of his hand. He always wanted to grab something to keep himself calm.

The night is like a curtain covering 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, blood seeped from the forehead, and a strange symbol was painted on the face, like a birthmark, or a blood-red tattoo.

Chen Ge and the man were standing on both sides of the railroad tracks. He looked at the man and didn't approach him.

"birthmark?"

This is the first time Chen Ge has seen such a ghost. The blood has drawn symbols on the face. If you look closely, you will find that the birthmark-like thing is formed by the overlapping of countless 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 imposing manner far surpasses Xu Yin's. It is indeed the red dress that is second only to Zhang Ya in rarity."

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 where he was, 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 he can even be described as beautiful. His eyes are not big, but there seems to be a hidden world in his eyes. When people look at him, they will unconsciously sink into it.

The pupils shrunk, and this was the first time Chen Ge encountered such a red-clothed ghost. The other party gave him a strange feeling. It didn't have the blood and brutality of the ordinary red-clothed body. 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 the red-clothed man, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

The two sides looked at each other for a long time,

The strange man looked at Chen Ge and said for the first time: "The life and death of these people has 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 run out every day to do righteous deeds, but since I've been bumped into, I will 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 rethink."

I don't know which sentence Chen Ge said touched the other party. The blood on the man's face no longer flowed, and his expression softened a lot.

He looked at the railroad tracks extending into the darkness, and sighed softly: "If I were half as smart as you, he wouldn't have died."

"He? Won't die?" Chen Ge was full of doubts in his heart: "What do you mean? I got in touch with these dead after I dialed a certain number. You also dialed that number before? Or is that number you left behind?" down?"

The reward he drew from the black phone was called the number kissed by the dead. Every dead person had dialed this number before they were alive. This made Chen Ge feel a little terrified, because he had dialed several times in a row tonight.

Hearing Chen Ge's voice, the man looked away. He is thin, pale-skinned, and looks frail, but half of his face is occupied by hideous blood-colored tattoos, which makes him have two completely contradictory temperaments.

But what is strange is that two opposite temperaments are intertwined in the same person, and they are so harmonious.

The man didn't answer Chen Ge's question. He stood on the other side of the railway, looked at other places, and said something inexplicable.

"Have you noticed that these people have one thing in common?"

"Commonness?" Chen Ge thought back: "Each of them encountered very painful things when they were alive. They were desperate, and finally chose to leave alone."

"Then do you know why they all dialed that number before they bid farewell to this world?" The man's voice was devoid of emotion, whether it was due to a lack of congenital emotion or because he was completely disappointed in everything.

Chen Ge also had various assumptions on the way here, but he overturned them all. It seems that the meaning of this number is only to communicate with the dead and listen to their words.

There is no malice, and there is no such thing as cursing to kill.

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. He stood beside the railroad track, seemingly lost in memory.

The expression on his face included pain, self-blame, and more confusion: "When I was in school, I saw a friend jump off a building with my own eyes. I was standing at the window, and he was standing on the opposite building."

"I waved at him and smiled at him, but he didn't respond, as if he was in a daze."

"I realized in my mind that something bad might happen, and I called out his name, but it still didn'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 if you study psychology, you don't want to heal yourself, or 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 period, such as Dr. Gao and Dr. Chen, these two top doctors who understand people's hearts, instead of curing him, they got 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 ever heard of a suicide intervention operator?"

"Suicide intervention operators? Can you tell me exactly what you do?"

They are also 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 effectiveness, such as Men Nan.

Chen Ge is more experienced in dealing with such a red-clothed person. If he can't be moved by emotion and reason, he can only use another way to communicate.

Chen Ge silently called out Zhang Ya's name in his heart. In front of the unfamiliar red-clothed man, he didn't dare to take it too seriously. He was prepared to take different countermeasures depending on the situation.