A Cry for Help in the Middle of the Night

On a rainy night in an old neighborhood, a woman's cry for help broke the silence. I called the police and knocked on the door, but I got a calm smile and "I'm fine." Neighbors said they didn't hear it. Old Sun on the fifth floor advised me not to meddle in other people's business, and Xiao Zhou on the seventh floor hinted that I should stop immediately. Even the doorman, Old Zhao, patted me on the shoulder and said: There are some things that it won't be good for you to take care of. But I knew that the cry of "help" was real, and the injuries on her face were also real. It wasn't until I opened the door of Room 702 that I discovered—— Some truths are more despairing than silence. And some calls for help were never meant for me from the beginning. An old building, fourteen households, fourteen closed mouths. When everyone chooses to remain silent, does the person who calls for help really want to be saved?