A faint light appeared at the end of the night, but neither Chen Ge nor the man turned back to look.
"Have they placed all their hope on you?" Chen Ge more or less understood why the man was able to become a Red Specter. His own resentment was not that strong, but he had interacted with many dead people when he was alive, and the key was that the dead treated him as the only person they could confide in.
All the negative emotions, all the sad past, and the regrets that they could no longer fulfill, the dead shared all these things with the operator, and they were buried in his heart.
A qualified suicide intervention operator would know how to deal with the confusion in their heart. They viewed the human body as a conduit, and when there were too many negative emotions, it would be blocked. Therefore, most of the time, they did not dare to think too deeply about it. When the call was answered, they would patiently advise, but after the call was ended, they would not think about it anymore.
However, the man on the other side of the tracks was different. He had been affected by the dead. Just like Chen Ge, he would put himself in their shoes and pour out his heart to console them, connecting his emotions with them.
He was someone who was truly kind to those who asked for help, but at the same time, it was a very dangerous thing to do.
When he helped those who stood at the edge of the cliff, he also forced himself to the edge of the cliff.
There was a limit to a person's endurance. Even professional psychological intervention personnel would have more or less psychological problems after working for many years. Men would be entangled by new problems before they could adjust their state of mind after being rescued again and again.
He reached out to grab those suicidal people, but his own body was slowly dragged into the abyss.
The man's teacher had already noticed the problem, so he told him to empty his mind and take a good rest, but the final result showed that he did not follow his teacher's instructions.
He became the person that he had helped many times. A suicide intervention operator chose to commit suicide.
"Why would you do that? Death will not solve any problem. " Chen Ge wanted to persuade the man, but when he thought about the man's occupation, a ridiculous feeling rose in his heart.
"I've considered everything that you've said. After all, I'm the professional in this field." Fresh blood seeped out of the man's red shirt. He was completely different from the other Specters. His eyes stared at the light in the distance. He seemed to like light very much.
"There are probably a few reasons for suicide. First, when people have a cognitive bias towards the world, life, and the surrounding environment, they will look at everyone around them with a gloomy gaze, thinking that living is a painful thing. My death does not fall into this category."
"The second is when a person feels guilty or guilty about something. They will act impulsively. I obviously don't belong to this category."
"The third is for revenge, using their own death to make others regret. This doesn't fit my situation either."
"There are dozens of reasons for suicide, but I do not belong to any of them. I should be considered a rather unique suicide victim."
"Actually, I've been trying to convince myself. I've saved so many people, but when it comes to saving myself, I suddenly realize that the power of words is somewhat lacking."
"The author, the theme park doll, and the cancer patient — they represent three different personalities and attitudes toward life. I feel sorry for their departure, and I hate myself for being powerless. From the bottom of my heart, I wish for them to live!"
"I tried my best to persuade them, but after listening to their voices, I realized that they all had their own reasons for leaving."
"Sometimes, I envy doctors. As long as they prescribe the right medicine, they can save their patients, but my job is different. Even though I know liberation is a medicine for them, I cannot allow them to use it."
"When everyone on the internet attacked me, I told them what I thought. It was a public execution, but there was no bloody scene."
The man's expression remained calm. "Many people say that I'm crazy, an executioner, that I'm indirectly killing people, but actually, I just want to help them."
The light came closer and closer. The man stood next to the rail and did not show any intention of avoiding it.
"People who haven't seen death before, who haven't experienced that kind of heart-wrenching pain, what right do they have to criticize me? What right do they have to act so high and mighty? " As the light approached, the man spoke faster. Blood seeped out from his forehead, dying half of his changing face red. "When I stood up from the pool of blood again, I finally understood this truth. Those desperate, hopeless lives flowed into my body. I finally understood them, understood why they would make such a preposterous choice."
The man's eyes were red, and his face lost its calmness. His voice turned madder.
"I tried my best to cure them. Perhaps I could help them release more love and improve their ability to discover and absorb love, but I could not change the intensity of love in their environment. That's why many people will continue to do the same thing after a successful crisis intervention. That's because the environment of their personal lives hasn't changed. The bullied person has become the victim of cold violence, and isolated children find it harder to make friends. The one who can really save them is not me, the suicide intervention operator, but the people around them. "
"Once you get to know most of them, you'll realize that the real evil ones are the people around them. Those who paint the world of suicide victims with their own paintbrushes are the real culprits!"
"However, even if their savior dies, the people who killed them will not show any sadness. Instead, it will be their loved ones who will feel pain.
"Is that fair?" The man looked at the approaching train and slowly raised his hands. "I only understood these things after I died. Actually, many of the victims were filled with regret, but they no longer had the chance to start over. They could only place all their hopes on me, asking me to help them seek justice."
"Justice? What are you planning to do? " At that moment, Chen Ge sensed a bone-chilling murderous intent from the man. He understood that the man had been through so many things, and he had been completely corrupted.
"For example, to clean up the trash that only knows how to greedily seek love but cannot release it so that more kind people will not suffer."
The man used the word 'those'. He was not trying to solve just one or two but many.
Compared to other Red Specters, this man's cruelty and cruelty were hidden deep inside his heart.
"Calm down first. I think there should be a better way." Chen Ge took a step back and called Zhang Ya's name in his heart.
"This is not my decision alone but the wish of all of them."
Blood boiled. The headlights of the train lit up the wasteland. When the light passed, Chen Ge saw the crowd of people standing behind the man.
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