My House of Horrors

There was a faint light at the end of the night, but Chen Song and the man didn't look back.

“Do they put all their hopes on you?” Chen more or less understood why a man could turn red, his own resentment was not too strong, but he had touched countless victims in his lifetime, most importantly those who saw him as the only one who could talk to him.

All the negative emotions, all the sad stories, all the regrets that could no longer be achieved, the deceased told the operator all of these things and backed them up in his heart.

A qualified suicide intervention operator understands to defuse their inner confusion. They see the human body as a conduit. Too much bad emotional savings can clog up, so most of the time they don't dare to think about it. When they answer the phone, they persuade them to be patient, but when they hang up, they never think about it again.

But the man in red on the railroad track is different, he has been influenced by the dead, like Chan Song, will take his place, to persuade him to connect his emotions with each other.

He's a really good person for a helper, but it's also a very dangerous thing.

He brought himself to the edge of the cliff as he helped those who stood next to it.

The human capacity is limited, even professional psychological interventionists, after many years of employment, how many psychological problems will arise. Men are caught up in new confusion before they can adjust their state in a single rescue.

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

The man's teacher had already seen the problem, so let him relax and take a good rest, but the end result showed that he didn't seem to do what his teacher had told him.

He became someone he had helped countless times, and a suicide intervention operator chose to commit suicide.

“Why do you do this? Death does not solve any problems.” Chen Gong tried to persuade men, but when he thought about his career, he felt ridiculous again.

“I've thought about everything you've said, after all, I'm a professional in this respect alone.” The red coat on the man exuds blood, he is completely different from the other powerful ghosts, his eyes look away at the light, and he seems to like the light very much.

“There are probably several reasons for suicide. One is that when people have cognitive deviations from the world, from life, from the environment around them, he sees everyone around him with a purely gray eye and thinks that living is a painful thing, and my death does not belong in that category. ”

“The second is that when a person feels guilty or guilty about something, they act impulsively, and I obviously don't belong in that category either. ”

“The third is to take revenge, to use one's own death to make others regret it, which also does not match my situation. ”

“There are dozens of reasons for suicide, but I don't belong to any of them, and I'm supposed to be a more special suicide. ”

“In fact, I have also been persuading myself that I have saved so many people, but when it was my turn to save myself, I suddenly realized that the power of language was a little pale. ”

“Writers, paradise figures, cancer patients, the three of them represent three different personalities and attitudes of life, I regret their departure, I hate my powerlessness, I sincerely hope that they will survive! ”

“I tried so hard to persuade them, but when I really heard their voices, I realized they all had a reason to leave. ”

“Sometimes I envy doctors who can save patients with the right medication, but my job is different and I can't let them use it even if I know it's a drug for them. ”

“When everyone on the Internet attacked me, I told them what I thought, it was an open execution, but there was no bloody scene. ”

Men have been calm: “A lot of people say I'm sick, crazy, an executioner, an indirect killer, and I'm just trying to help them. ”

The bright light was getting closer and closer, and the man stood beside the railroad tracks with no intention of hiding.

“What qualifies a person who has not seen death, who has not experienced the pain of ripping his heart out and lungs? Why are you so tall?” As the bright light approached, the man's speech grew faster, his forehead continued to bleed, staining his ever-changing face: "It was only when I stood up again from the bloodbath that I fully understood the truth, that a period of life flowing into my body from hopelessness to asphyxiation, that I finally understood them and understood why those who had lived had made such absurd choices. ”

The man's eyes were red, his face restless, and his voice became more and more insane.

“I do everything I can to heal them, maybe to make them release love better, while improving their ability to discover and absorb love, but I can't change the concentration of love in their environment. So a lot of people will continue to do that after a successful crisis intervention, because the environment of his personal life hasn't changed, and the bullied person has become more exposed to cold violence, and the isolated children are harder to make friends with, and it's not me, the suicide intervention operator, who can really save them, but the person around them. ”

“Having a deeper understanding of most of them, you will find that the real culprits are some of the people around them who paint the world of suicides with their own brushes! ”

“Yet, even if the saviors die, those who kill them will not show a little grief, but will suffer the pain of their loved ones most. ”

“Is that fair?” The man looked at the flying train and slowly lifted his hands: “I understood these things after I died. In fact, many of the victims regretted it, but they had no chance to come back. They had to put all their obsession on me and let me help them regain justice. ”

“Justice? What are you going to do?” At this moment, Chan Song sensed an outright killing intent from the man, who understood that the man had gone through all sorts of things and had completely blackened.

“Take, for example, the garbage of those who know only greed to ask for love, but cannot free it, and no more good people suffer. ”

The man's word is "those," and he's not trying to solve one or two, he's trying to solve many.

Compared to other red coats, this man's cruelty and brutality are hidden in the deepest part of his heart.

“Calm down first, I think there should be a better way.” Chen Song took a step back and shouted Zhang Ya's name in his heart.

“It is not my decision alone, but the will of all of them. ”

Blood flickered and the lights on the head of the train lit up the wasteland. At the moment the light was drawn, Chen Song saw a man standing behind him in a dense and numb position.