I'm a medical examiner and I hear the voices of the dead.
The owner of the Hexian shop corrected me that the incision was three millimeters off - not perfectionism, but the last report before his death.
The retired detective accused me of underestimating his 0.5 Centimeter biceps - not muscle dignity, but a last-ditch attempt at an unjust case twenty years ago.
The high school girl who jumped off the building did not leave any last words - it was not the pressure of study, but the last push given by three years of bullying at the top.
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I thought I was a righteous listener.
Until I discovered that there is a whole world of pretending to be asleep between hearing the truth and changing the truth.
Intention: The farthest distance is not life and death, but I hear the screams of the dead, but you cover your ears and say the world is quiet.