Time flies by and it's been three days, and during this time, a lot of things have really been investigated by Kamiya Future.

Nakajima Foundation.

This is a consortium in the form of a family chaebol with strong assets in Kagoshima Prefecture, and it is not only famous in Kagoshima Prefecture, but also the Nakajima Foundation, as a new family consortium, has enough influence to radiate to Shikoku Island.

It is also a consortium with the same surname as Nakajima Mikahana.

So could it be that Nakajima Mika has something to do with it?

"I think it's possible."

Kamiya Future makes a conclusion.

"Miss Nakajima has refused to mention family matters in front of the media more than once. Although this can also be summed up in the protection of this, she rarely mentions her impression of her parents in front of the media. This is very strange. ”

Kamiya Mirai looked at Kitagawa Temple and arranged the various small materials he had collected in categories: "These are interviews about Miss Nakajima's participation in various events, and as long as she mentions the problems of her parents, she will skillfully change the topic. It seems that her relationship with her parents is not particularly harmonious. ”

This is really reliable execution, and so much information has been collected in just three days.

Should I say that she is really the daughter of a scholar who studies folklore? It can find out the clues that are not easy for ordinary people to find from various aspects.

She continued, "I made a special trip to visit the headquarters of music journals in Tokyo, such as New Era, Trend, and Singer, and the reporter in charge of the interview received me very kindly and answered some questions. ”

"You still went to the field?" Kitagawa Temple didn't expect that in the past three days, Kamiya Mirai would do so many things.

Don't look at Kamiya Mirai as easy as he says, a mere female high school student has to reach out to those specific reporters I don't know how much effort it takes.

"Of course, there are some things that cannot be answered by just looking at the film and television materials on the Internet, and you have to ask about them in person." Kamiya Mirai took out another voice recorder: "The voice recorder about the details of the interview with Mika Nakajima at that time is here, and if you want to listen to it, you can go back and listen to it." ”

She sat down beside Kitagawa Temple: "When I asked these reporters about the specific situation of Miss Nakajima's family problem, their statements were also surprisingly similar——"

"Miss Nakajima always has a look of nostalgia on her face, and then politely rejects them, even in the interview that she doesn't release behind the scenes, Miss Nakajima doesn't reveal half of her family's situation."

Kamiya Mirai tilted his head and looked at Kitagawa Temple and asked:

"Si-kun, what do you think?"

Her investigation has ended here, and let's see how Beichuan Temple analyzes it.

Kitagawa Temple didn't think about it for long, and he said calmly: "Miss Nakajima should indeed have a relationship with the Nakajima Foundation, and even the Nakajima Foundation may have stopped her singer career for a while. ”

"Oh? How did Sijun come to this conclusion? "Kamiya Mirai is curious.

"Do you remember what she said when I first met Miss Nakajima? She said, 'Who wouldn't want their path to success to be smoother?' You've also said things like 'music agencies don't want to sign contracts', right? At the time, it may have been a joke, but now it seems that what Ms. Nakajima said should be true. ”

Beichuan Temple has also knocked on the side of the Nakajima Palace Flower a few times in the past few days, and even if the other party hides it tightly, it also shows some horses' feet.

It's not that she doesn't want to sign a contract with a music agency, but the family consortium is hindering her, and with the strength of the consortium, it's not surprising that she can do this kind of thing.

Let's just make such an assumption.

Nakajima has always loved music very much, and has been trying to pursue her dreams, but the family consortium has squeezed her living space in various ways to the path she has chosen, which has led to Nakajima Mika moving forward extremely difficult on the road of singers. Her career as a singer is thriving, and she has been named a female singer who has influenced a generation. However, the good times did not last long, and in the midst of her prosperous career, she was diagnosed with acute leukemia, which forced her to put aside her career and prepare for surgery.

On the other hand, the family consortium has also been persecuting Nakajima Mika, and under the huge pressure of reality on both sides, Nakajima Mika is physically and mentally exhausted, and she has been hit hard and collapsed, becoming the salted egg she is now.

On one side is a dream that may no longer be pursued, and on the other side is a huge pressure from the Nakajima consortium. Under the pull of the two sides, no matter how strong the heart is, people will not be able to withstand it.

"If that's the case, then things are a little tricky."

Kitagawa Temple muttered to himself.

The 21st century is a legal society, and Beichuan Temple can't directly go to the Nakajima consortium with a knife to kill one, kill three times.

And on the other side, Nakajima Mikasa, she is too stressed to become the current salted fish, and recently she has only improved in the company of Eri Kitagawa Eri, if Kitagawa Temple asks a few more words, it is tantamount to stabbing her already tattered heart a few more times.

It's a bit difficult to move forward or backward.

Kitagawa Temple rubbed his fingers and thought deeply with his eyes.

Today's Nakajima flowers are still salted eggs.

In the past week, she has also become acquainted with Beichuan's house, and it has become a habit to walk briskly before breakfast and after dinner with Beichuan Temple every day, and she basically keeps in mind the use of some things at Beichuan's house.

With such a good platform, how can she not be salted at home alone?

"Well, there's no fruit left at home."

Nakajima, who was lying on the sofa, wanted to touch an apple and eat it, but the place where she got her hand was empty.

She grabbed her messy hair and sat up from the couch.

If Beichuan Temple was coming back soon, she wouldn't dare to show this hanging appearance to the other party, but now that she is home alone, it doesn't matter.

Nakajima stretched hard and yawned: "Kitagawa-kun and Eri's sister usually take care of me, so it's good to go out and buy something to treat them." ”

She made up her mind, straightened her messy hair a little, and then put on a mask and sunglasses and went out.

"I don't remember there's a shopping street here." Nakajima yawned again, not forgetting to take out her phone and take a look at the map above.

She walked lazily and staggeringly down the road, like the 'idle people in society without jobs' as reported by the media.

Who would have thought that she was so unmotivated that she would be the smash hit Nakajima Mikasa?

The shopping street is about 10 minutes away.

Nakajima walked to the fruit shop slowly, picked out a few favorite fruits, stuffed two or three large bills for the boss, and then turned around and left, not even giving change.

If Beichuan Temple sees her appearance as a loser salted egg sister, it is estimated that a rattan greeting is indispensable.

She went back to buy drinks and some ingredients that she thought were good, and carried them in both hands as she staggered back to the road.

"It's heavy, it's heavy, it's heavy, it's heavy." Nakajima's face flushed, and she stood by the traffic light, gasping for breath.

"Are you alright?"

A crisp greeting came from the side, which made Nakajima Mika can't help but look sideways.

This is a girl with short ear-length hair wearing headphones, who seems to have graduated from high school, just entered college or is short.

She was wearing very simple private clothes, and she didn't look too good-looking, but her youthful face made Nakajima Mika stunned.

"Are you alright? Can I help you? Look at how hard you look. ”

The short-haired girl with her ears took off her headphones and asked with concern, her fair face showing a healthy flush.

"Uh, can I trouble you?" Nakajima asked with soft hands and a slight suppression of her voice.

She really couldn't lift the two bags anymore.

The short-haired girl with her ears showed a shallow smile: "Little thing, I'll help you carry a little way, it just so happens that I have to go back from here." ”

As she spoke, she took the convenience bag from Nakajima's hand and walked slowly forward step by step.

Nakajima Hana stood in place gasping for breath, a little self-deprecating: "It seems that even if you insist on exercising every day, your physical condition is not as good as I imagined." ”

She just wanted to quickly catch up with the short-haired girl with ears who had almost crossed the zebra crossing, and then—

Rumble!!!!!

Something bumped into it.

Something sprayed out.

Like a broken sack, the body twisted and flew out for several meters, and the blood trail dragged on the ground, pulling out a dazzling mark.

In the delicate eyes of Nakajima Mika, the body of the short-haired girl with ear-length ears twisted irregularly, and the bright red blood that exuded temperature oozed from under her body.

The convenience bag she was carrying in her hand was torn, and the contents were thrown out with a clatter.

The childish and bloodstained face seemed to be a little overwhelmed.

“”

The bustling streets fell silent, and there was a dead silence all around.

The truck sped away, leaving nothing but devastation.

Nakajima's eyes widened, and her pink lips under the mask opened widely.

I'm alive?

At this moment, Nakajima Mika had a real sense of being alive.

But with that comes a surging sense of guilt and shame.

The person who helped her died in front of herself, but she actually thought about herself first?

"Ambulance, call an ambulance!" She scrambled to remove her phone from her bag.

Bang Bang –

The phone was thrown to the ground by her panicked movements, and she hurriedly rushed over to pick it up, just about to call the ambulance—

Click.

Click.

Click.

This is the sound of taking pictures.

Nakajima looked up in confusion.

There are many people around, and I don't know when they have spontaneously formed a circle around her and the girl who is already dying.

Some people are taking pictures, some people are frowning and covering their mouths and leaving, and some people are snickering and discussing

Why not call an ambulance? Why not save people?

Call an ambulance! Come up and save people!

A silent cry in my heart.

Nakajima dialed the ambulance with trembling fingers.

Pick it up, get it on!

"Hello? Please hurry up and send an ambulance to XX Street, Wenjing District, near this side of the commercial street, yes, please come over as soon as possible! ”

After saying these words, he crawled and trotted to the short-haired girl with his ears, and looked at the other party who was blurred in flesh and blood but still breathing, and tears finally couldn't help dripping:

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! Live, please, live. ”

She took off her mask and sunglasses:

"Who's going to help! She's alive! Who's here to help! ”

"中、中中嶋実花?!"

"What? Sister Mika! ”

"Come over and help!"

There was a cacophony of noise from the crowd.

They looked in amazement at the hoarse, crying Nakajima Mika, and finally someone came out and took the initiative to evacuate the traffic, making way for the ambulance on the road.

"Ho-ho-ho"

The short-haired girl with her ears made a difficult sound in her throat, and her crystal clear eyes looked at Nakajima Mika, who was crying and pleading with the people around her, and finally her eyelids slowly closed-

Toot –

Toot –

Toot –

The electrocardiogram jumped, and Nakajima Mika also got into the ambulance and left with her.

Looking at the electrocardiogram that jumped up and turned down, she clenched her fists tightly, and her heart seemed to be jumping up and down with the electrocardiogram.

With a ticking sound, Shima Hana silently counted the numbers in her heart.

In the two ticks, Shima's palms trembled.

Long and short smooth lines

Cardiac arrest three times

In the monotonous, repetitive ECG ticking, Nakajima only felt the silent struggle of life.

This is the stubbornness of a girl with short hair with full ears.

Death was slowly approaching

Nakajima seems to have lost her soul, as if she is the one who is now being treated by the doctor for cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

She gritted her teeth so hard that she wouldn't let herself cry or disturb the doctors who were resuscitating.

That up and down electrocardiogram is a person's lifeline

Nakajima Hana thought a lot.

If the girl didn't help herself at that time, if she followed her to the front, if she could have grabbed the other party early

The ambulance stopped.

Nakajima and the doctors went to the emergency operating room.

Along the way, she attracted the attention of many people.

The national goddess of Nakajima flowers, the female king of the music world

"Please come and pay the bill, Sister Mika, Miss Nakajima."

A well-dressed nurse looked at Nakajima Mika standing still on the edge of the operating room with her eyes full of excitement.

She's a big fan of Mika Nakajima! I didn't expect to be able to see her idol in the hospital, why didn't she get excited?

"Pay for pay" Nakajima Mika turned her head mechanically and muttered and took out her wallet.

"Uh, please go to the lobby on the first floor, it's already registered."

"Okay."

Nakajima followed the nurse downstairs reluctantly.

It wasn't until she came to the first floor that Nakajima Mika realized that she didn't have a bank card with her, and the money on hand was not enough at all.

The nurse next to her seemed to be saying something like 'it's okay', but Nakajima couldn't listen to it anymore.

She picked up her mobile phone in a trance and dialed the number of Beichuan Temple.

"Hello?"

The voice of Beichuan Temple is still cold and flat.

But in Nakajima's ears, the voice was so reliable for the first time.

She couldn't help crying again, and weakly shouted into the other end of the phone: "Beichuan Beichuan-kun help me"

The other party was silent for a moment, as if surprised that she would make such a sound.

And then—

"Okay."