Chapter 563 Ghost with Shadow

There was a faint light at the end of the night, but neither Chen Ge nor the man looked back.

"Did they pin all their hopes on you?" Chen Ge more or less understood why men can turn into red clothes. His own resentment is not too strong, but he has contacted countless dead people before his death. The most important thing is It was the dead who regarded him as the only one they could confide in.

All the negative emotions, all the sad memories, and all kinds of regrets that can no longer be realized, the deceased told all these things to the operator, and they were backlogged in his heart.

A qualified suicide intervention operator will know how to resolve their inner confusion. They regard the human body as a conduit, and if too much bad emotion accumulates, it will be blocked, so most of the time they dare not think deeply and connect. I will patiently persuade you on the phone, but after hanging up the phone, I will never think about it again.

But the man in red on the other side of the railroad track is different. He has been influenced by the deceased, just like Chen Ge, he will substitute into it, try his best to persuade him, and connect his emotions with the other party.

He is a person who is really good to those who seek help, but this is also a very dangerous thing.

Into the desperate situation of the help-seekers, when he helped those help-seekers standing beside the cliff, he also pushed himself to the edge of the cliff.

There is a limit to people's ability to bear. Even professional psychological intervention personnel will have more or less psychological problems after many years of practice. Men are rescued again and again, and before they have time to adjust their state, they are taken by the new confusion entangled.

He reached out and grabbed those suicides, but his own body was dragged into the abyss little by little.

The man's teacher had seen the problem and told him to take a break, but it turned out that he didn't seem to be doing what his teacher said.

He became someone he had helped countless times, a suicide intervention operator who chose suicide.

"Why do you want to do this? Death can't solve any problems." Chen Ge wanted to persuade the man, but when he thought of the man's occupation before his death, he felt absurd again.

"I've thought about what you said, after all, I'm a professional in this aspect alone." The man's red clothes ooze blood, he is completely different from other ghosts, his eyes are looking at the light in the distance, He seems to like light very much.

"The reasons for suicide can be roughly divided into several types. One is that when people have cognitive deviations about the world, life, and the surrounding environment, they will look at everyone around them with a purely gloomy look, thinking that being alive is a matter of life. Painful things, my death does not fall into that category."

"The second type is when a person feels guilty or guilty about something, they act impulsively, and I'm obviously not in that category either."

"The third is for revenge, to use one's own death to make others regret it, which is not in line with my situation."

"There are dozens of reasons for suicide, but I don't belong to any of them. I should be regarded as a relatively special suicide."

"Actually, I have been convincing myself that I have helped so many people, but when it was my turn to help myself, I suddenly realized that the power of words was a little pale."

"A writer, a paradise doll, and a cancer patient, the three of them represent three different personalities and attitudes towards life. I feel sorry for their departure, I hate my own powerlessness, and I hope from the bottom of my heart that they can survive!"

"I tried my best to persuade them, but after I really listened to their voices, I found that they all had reasons to leave."

"Sometimes I envy doctors. As long as they prescribe the right medicine, they can save patients. But my job is different. Even if I know that relief is a blind medicine for them, I can't let them use it."

"When everyone on the Internet attacked me, I spoke out my thoughts. It was a public execution, but there was no bloody scene."

The man's expression has been very calm: "Many people say that I am sick,

Crazy, the executioner, the indirect killing, I just wanted to help them. "

The light in the distance was getting closer and closer, and the man stood beside the railroad track, showing no intention of avoiding it.

"People who have never seen death, who have never experienced that kind of heart-piercing pain, who have the right to point fingers? What reason do they have to put on a high-ranking look?" As the light approached, the man's speech speed changed Quickly, blood continued to ooze from his forehead, staining his ever-changing face red: "It was only when I stood up from the pool of blood that I fully understood this truth. Those periods of desperate, desperate and suffocating life poured into me. body, I finally understand them, understand why those who have lived make such ridiculous choices."

The man's eyes were blood red, his face was no longer calm, and his voice became more and more crazy.

"I tried my best to heal them. Maybe I could let them release love better, and at the same time improve their ability to discover love and absorb love, but I couldn't change the concentration of love in their environment. So many people in crisis intervention After success, I will continue to do that, because the environment of his personal life has not changed. People who are bullied have become cold and violent. It is even more difficult for isolated children to make friends. It is not me who can really save them This suicide intervention operator, it's an individual next to him."

"When you get to know most of them deeply, you will find that the real evil is some people around them. Those who paint the world of suicides with their own brushes are the real culprits!"

"However, even if the rescuers die, those who killed them will not show any sadness, but the loved ones who love them the most will suffer."

"Is this fair?" The man looked at the speeding train, and slowly raised his hands: "I didn't understand these things until after I died. In fact, many of the deceased regretted it, but they have no chance to do it again. , I can only pin all my obsessions on me, and let me help them seek justice."

"Fairness? What are you going to do?" At this moment, Chen Ge felt the murderous intent from the man. He knew that the man had been completely blackened after going through all kinds of things.

"For example, clean up the garbage that only knows how to be greedy for love, but can't release love, so that no more kind people will suffer."

The man's word is "those," and he wants to address not one or two, but many.

Compared with other red clothes, this man's cruelty and tyranny are hidden in the deepest part of his heart.

"Calm down first, I think there should be a better way." Chen Ge took a step back, calling Zhang Ya's name in his heart.

"It's not my decision alone, it's the wish of all of them."

The blood was churning, and the lights at the head of the train illuminated the wasteland. The moment the light passed by, Chen Ge saw densely packed figures standing behind the man.