As soon as Kitagawa Temple came to the hospital, he saw a crowd of people who were stacked on top of each other, and in the midst of the crowd, Nakajima Mika looked confused and coped with the inquiries around her.

Why didn't Hana Nakajima wear a mask and sunglasses?

Kitagawa Temple frowned.

But no problem, he pulled out a large mask from his pocket and covered his face.

"I'm sorry." Kitagawa Temple relied on its strength to separate the crowd and come to the surrounded Nakajima Mikasa, and simply pulled it out.

"North... Kitagawa...? Nakajima raised her head, looked at the familiar figure, and subconsciously followed him.

The flow of people was forcibly separated by him, and at the same time, the cold voice of Beichuan Temple came:

"What the hell is going on?"

"Someone... Someone because of me... by truck..."

As soon as she heard this question, Nakajima's eyes flushed slightly.

She blamed herself a little, this matter had something to do with her, and the other party was also trying to help her become like this.

"Really?"

Kitagawa Temple glanced thoughtfully behind her.

I see...

"I already know the general situation, and I have to pay the fee, right?" Beichuan Temple completely took her out of the crowd and asked.

"Yes." Nakajima nodded her head in frustration.

Beichuan Temple looked at the crowd behind him who was about to catch up, and felt the trouble of the star, so he said: "I'll pay the bill immediately, you put on your mask and sunglasses and go home first, and I'll deal with the matter here." ”

If Nakajima continues to stay here, she may cause a commotion in the hospital, so it is better to send her home first. And Beichuan Temple has already received a deposit of 10 million from Nakajima Mikasa, so there should be no big problem in paying the fee.

This cost will definitely be replenished to him later, and Beichuan Temple doesn't particularly care about it.

"Okay..."The current Nakajima Mika has an indescribable sense of weakness and well-behaved, which is completely different from the usual feeling of a salted egg big sister.

She put on her mask and sunglasses, and walked out with her head bowed in despair.

Looking at the distant back of Nakajima Mikasa, a wisp of black gas flashed in Beichuan Temple's eyes.

In a way, this may also be an opportunity.

......

"Judging from the current situation, although the patient has barely been rescued, the patient is not out of danger, and we have transferred him to the intensive care unit to observe the follow-up situation. According to the current situation, the most serious condition of the patient is brain trauma, and if the subsequent condition is severe... The situation is not optimistic. ”

After eight hours, the male doctor who finally completed the operation handed over the girl's mobile phone and other items to Kitagawa Temple, and after many more instructions, he yawned and left.

Beichuan Temple responded with a sigh of relief.

There is no complete death.

Since he didn't die, then for the treatment of dead air, simple skin trauma and internal injuries are not a problem, and it only takes time to pile up treatment.

"For more information, I'll ask Miss Nakajima when I have the chance..."

Beichuan Temple opened the bloodstained wallet and pulled out a student ID card.

The girl's name is Sayuri Watanabe, and she attends a short school nearby.

Looking at the short-haired girl with bright ears smiling brightly in the photo, Beichuan Temple thought of the scene just now.

Behind Nakajima, there was a pale golden figure floating... If I'm not mistaken, it should be this Sayuri Watanabe.

The other person's body has not died, but the spirit body has overflowed to form a good spirit-

"It seems a bit complicated."

Kitagawa put the wallet in his pocket and walked out of the hospital rubbing his chin.

Whether the good spirit can be integrated into his body that has not yet died, Beichuan Temple has not tried.

It's just that the most important thing at the moment is to stabilize the dangerous situation of Sayuri Watanabe, but the same Kitagawa Temple does not dare to go too far.

If you enter the ward and cure the other party directly, this will inevitably be too shocking.

He has a way to hide his identity, but what about Sayuri Watanabe, who has recovered?

A medical miracle? Being studied?

After thinking about it, Kitagawa Temple made a decision: first climb up to the eighth floor with bare hands, enter Sayuri Watanabe's hospital room, stabilize her most serious brain condition, and then spend time slowly repairing the injuries in her body little by little.

But climb to the eighth floor with bare hands—

Kitagawa Temple looked back at the hospital with flickering lights, and muttered involuntarily, "I'm going to have to find an opportunity to talk to Miss Nakajima about the remuneration again." ”

......

Nakajima sat on the edge of the bed, looking dazed.

Just now, Eri Kitagawa received a call from Kitagawa Temple and came over to comfort her, but it didn't help.

"If that girl hadn't asked me at the time, and I hadn't bothered her, it would have been fine."

Nakajima pulled her hair and sighed deeply.

She's barely tidying up now.

There was no way she could have predicted an unexpected event like that just now.

But at the end of the day, she feels that she also has a reason, which is the main reason why she blames herself.

"I'm troublesome with Kitagawa-kun again... Alas... I'm such a. ”

She muttered to herself, just about to smile at herself—

Please don't say that. ’

A voice rang out.

"Who?!"

Nakajima's nerves tensed, and the whole person bounced up from the bed and looked around.

The surroundings were empty, and there was not even a ghost.

Could it be that I am under too much pressure that I have auditory hallucinations?

Nakajima walked nervously around the room, but found nothing.

That's right, too.

She pinched her eyebrows.

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening, how could there be anyone else in his room?

"It's impossible for a spirit to entangle me like Hotaru said, right?"

Nakajima Mika joked to herself with a smile-

"I don't know what state I'm in right now, but it doesn't seem wrong to say that I'm a spirit."

The voice rang out again.

This time, the voice sounded clearly behind Nakajima Mika.

Nakajima's face changed suddenly, and her body stiffened like a leaking robot looking back.

Behind him was empty, nothing.

"I'm right behind you."

Without waiting for Nakajima Mihana to feel at ease, the voice sounded again.

Nakajima Mika's whole body jumped, her mouth twitched, and her face turned pale.

She laughed twice, and then rushed to the door, her palm on the doorknob, and before she could start twisting—

Click.

The door opened on its own.

Nakajima looked stiffly at the door.

I saw a hideous-looking puppet lying at the door, and she could even see the other party's very humane movement of moving buttons.

Nakajima Mika trembled, the fatigue and anxiety of today's day collided with the extreme fear now, she actually took two steps back and passed out directly on the bed.

Well?

Nishikujo jumped up from the ground pitifully, and couldn't help but touch his little head with his round hand, as if he didn't know how to deal with the situation in front of him.

"I'm sorry, but I seem... It seems to have scared Sister Mika. ”

There was another faint sound in the air.

Standing on the floor, Nishikujo took a clumsy step, and after making a 'remember to keep it a secret from Brother Temple' gesture to the empty air, pale golden air welled up from his round hands.

Just like the last time he sent good thoughts to Asamiya Hitomi's mother-in-law, Asamiya Fuyuko.

The spirit of a short-haired girl with ear-length ears gradually emerged from the pale golden airflow.

She was dressed in the same plain private clothes as when she was alive, suspended in the air.

Seeing that she finally appeared, Nishikujo pitifully interrupted the transmission of good thoughts, and wiped his round arm on the forehead of the puppet that did not have half of the sweat coming out, as if she was tired from the action just now.

After doing these movements, Nishikujo was pitiful and wanted to continue making a few gestures at her.

But before the gesture was finished, a cold voice sounded behind him.

"I already know, pathetic."

Nishikujo's pitiful body was stunned, and the little head of the puppet looked back with difficulty.

At some point, a young man with a cold face was already standing behind her, staring at her expressionlessly.

"......" Nishikujo is pitiful.

Smack.

Nishikujo pitifully chose to fall directly to the ground and pretend to be dead.

I didn't do anything, and Brother Si couldn't see anything.

The little puppet prayed.

But—

"I remember I just called and asked you to stabilize the spirit of Miss Watanabe, who is still unstable, right?"

Kitagawa Temple picked up the puppet from the ground, and stared at the pitiful Nishikujo who was still and motionless.

Under his aggressive gaze, Nishikujo pitifully tilted his head to the other side.

Pray for failure.

Fortunately, Kitagawa Temple did not continue to count the number of Nishikujo pitiful.

After all, the other party did a good job except scaring Nakajima Mika to death.

He looked at Sayuri Watanabe, who was floating in the air and looking at him timidly, and proposed, "How about we two talk?" ”

"Talk about it...?"

Sayuri Watanabe only felt that this cold-faced young man was really terrible.

If Nishikujo's pity gave her the feeling of being as warm as the sun, then the feeling that this young man gave her was like ice.

In particular, she can clearly perceive that as long as the other party is willing, she can erase herself from this world in an instant.

"Well, about your current state, about Miss Nakajima's attitude towards you, I want to make a deal with you."

Kitagawa Temple's eyes flashed with crystalline brilliance, and the original cold tone seemed to Sayuri Watanabe to have an extra demonic temptation.

"What is the deal?"

The innocent girl couldn't help but ask.

"A deal that is harmless to you is also harmless to Miss Nakajima, so you should also be a fan of Miss Nakajima, right?"

Kitagawa Temple took out Sayuri Watanabe's student card. On the side of her student ID, there is also a sticker of Nakajima Mika.

"I... I understand. ”

Sayuri Watanabe swallowed.

She does like Nakajima's songs, but she also wants to understand what is going on with herself, how she became like this when she became conscious.

If only the young man in front of him could solve his own doubts...

Trading doesn't seem to be an incomprehensible thing anymore.

......

It was the first time that Nakajima had slept so comfortably, and since she suffered from leukemia, she had been looking forward and worried every day.

A restless and comfortable sleep was basically an experience she hadn't had in a long time.

Knock Knock Knock –

A crisp knock sounded on the door, and Miyaka Nakajima subconsciously got up from the bed, raised her arm and began to change into pink and white sportswear...

"That's not right!" Nakajima reacted suddenly.

Didn't you have a ghost in your room yesterday? Why can I still wear sportswear with such a big heart?! Besides, it's not clear what the situation of the girl in the hospital is, and it's too good for me to reflexively prepare for exercise...

Nakajima opened the door with a sigh of relief.

Then she was deflated.

Kitagawa Temple held the rattan in his hand, and his expression did not change at least as usual.

It seems that what happened to her yesterday was a simple dream of Nanke.

"Miss Nakajima, good morning, go downstairs and wash up, I'll wait for you at the door."

After saying this, Kitagawa Temple turned around and left under the strange gaze that Nakajima Mika couldn't say.

It seems that he still has to exercise today, and if he doesn't do what Beichuan Temple says, maybe he will come over and carry himself out again.

"That kind of thing just happened yesterday..."

Nakajima has a complex complexion.

She couldn't help but go, and if she didn't go, the details about the female student yesterday wouldn't be known from the mouth of Kitagawa Temple.

With this complicated feeling, Nakajima Mika shuffled into the bathroom.

After washing, Nakajima Hana wore a mask and sunglasses and followed Kitagawa Temple out.

As always.

Nothing seems to have changed.

In the silence and strange atmosphere, Nakajima Mikahana just wanted to open his mouth to ask Beichuan Temple-

"You want to know the follow-up to yesterday's hospital?"

Kitagawa Temple suddenly opened his mouth as if reading a mind.

"Hmm."

"The girl's name is Sayuri Watanabe, and now she is out of danger, she is still alive, but she is unconscious, her whole body has been traumatized, and she is now in the ICU ward for care."

Kitagawa Temple deliberately pronounced the words 'out of danger' very clearly.

"Already, are you out of danger?!"

Nakajima Hana subconsciously approached Kitagawa Temple with an expectant expression on her face.

Syllable!

Kitagawa Temple raised his hand to a rattan, and Nakajima Mika hurriedly covered her butt and jumped forward two steps.

"Pain, pain, pain!"

"It's almost out of danger, but I have other things I want to tell Miss Nakajima."

"Huh?"

"Sayuri Watanabe's parents have passed away, and her grandparents live in the suburbs on the edge of Kanagawa Prefecture, so if they know that their granddaughter has suffered a major traffic accident..."

Kitagawa Temple narrowed his eyes and continued, "No matter what you thought before, Miss Nakajima, I don't know why you are not motivated, but I think you should also be a little motivated for the sake of Miss Watanabe in the hospital, right?" ”

“... Kitagawa-kun, what you said makes a lot of sense. ”

Nakajima pondered for a long time and muttered quietly.

"Anyway, I only have half a year left, and if I can help this girl who suffered such an unfortunate fate because of me do something in these six months, I think I will be willing."

Especially the other party's up and down ECG... It was undoubtedly a cry for the stubbornness of life.

is exactly different from her in her current game life, and the other party is really trying to live.

Kitagawa Temple looked at the contemplative Nakajima Mikahana, and his heart jumped slightly.

It's going well on his side.

Next it's up to Sayuri Watanabe.

It's just—

"This girl is too emotional, isn't she?"

Looking at Sayuri Watanabe, who was floating next to Nakajima Mika with an expression of almost crying, Kitagawa Temple deeply felt that the other party was not very reliable.