"Can you hear their voices? They are telling me their stories and pain. Even though their bodies have perished, their lingering spirits have remained." The man slowly opened his arms, and the changing side of his face slowly settled down to become his own face.
He looked at Chen Ge. "I once personally witnessed something like this. The girl was standing at the edge of the roof. The firemen tried their best to talk her back from the edge, but the passersby who were gathered were cheering for her. They saw her death as a type of entertainment. I know it's not appropriate to say that, but that is the truth. They took out their phones to take pictures and urged her to jump. Then they would record everything—they might even share it online and couple it with an emotional response.
"These people are not an exception. It's because of their existence that so many people that should not have died were forced to the edge of despair."
