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Anyone who wants to die comes to me. I am a reporter, female, my name is Xiao Chang in the newspaper, and I run a spiritual clinic, basically dealing with mental illness. Once you become famous, you will become very annoying. The more annoying you are, the more people will look for you. They came by phone, by text message, by email, directly, from the 110 number of the Public Security Bureau, from community director Wang Huilian, and from people who clearly wanted to commit suicide. My mission is to open up those who have knots in their hearts, and to persuade those who want to die to live. If you can do well, do it, and if you can't do it, push it away. This is my job, and I also want to live. I have been a reporter for 20 years. I am very good at writing and have made countless headlines. From floods in the Yangtze River to patriotic speeches by primary school students, reports of all sizes are at your fingertips. I have seen countless suicides, unjust killings, violent killings, and murders, and even if I were shot a hundred times, there would be no hole in them. Every week, I give the finale to this newspaper to let readers know how awesome I am.

The train, my aunt's noble person, was running, running, but in the end she ran too slowly and could not run the journey of life. My aunt couldn't hold on any longer. She huddled in her big cheongsam, with beautiful orchids arranged by tailor Huang blooming around her neck, armpits, and chest. Her big eyes were looking at the car window opposite. The sky was about to get bright, and the morning light was peeking out bit by bit. I saw the stars and the moon, so bright. My aunt also saw it. She smiled with the shyness of a girl and let those beautiful stars take her away and never return. My aunt died on the train.

On a rainy night, at the murder scene, a woman was murdered. She saved the police with her own life, but the police escaped. All this was secretly filmed by the reporter. The reporter clearly saw the murderer, the victim, and the police. What should she do? She wants to uphold justice, she wants to report the matter, and she wants to make the guilty people desecrate their crimes. Everything she did seemed to be right... The market was wild. It's said to be wild because no one cares about it. The urban management doesn't care, the sanitation doesn't care, the roads don't care, and the police don't care either. No matter, it just means no one will charge. If someone comes to take care of it, the vegetable vendors will flee in a swarm. TV news reporter Wu Mei lives opposite this wild vegetable market. Wu Mei is over thirty and still unmarried.