This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Time flickered and it was another three days. During this period, Miku Kamiya really revealed a lot of things.

Nakajima Consortium.

This is a consortium in the form of a wealthy family chaebol located in Kagoshima Prefecture. It is not only famous in Kagoshima Prefecture. As a new family consortium, the Nakajima Consortium has enough influence to radiate to Shikoku Island.

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

So does Nakajima Mihana have anything to do with it?

"I think it's possible."

Kamiya made a conclusion in the future.

"Ms. Nakajima has refused to mention family matters in front of the media more than once. Although this can also be attributed to the protection of privacy, she rarely mentioned even the impression of her parents before the media. This is very strange. ."

Kamiya Mirai looked at Kitagawa Temple and arranged the various small materials she had collected: "These are interviews about Ms. Nakajima's participation in various activities. As long as she mentions her parents' issues, she will skillfully change the subject. 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.

Is it really worthy of being the daughter of a scholar who studies folklore? Can uncover 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". The reporter in charge of the interview at that time also welcomed me kindly and answered some of my questions. ."

"Did you go to the field to investigate?" Beichuan Temple did not expect that after coming over the past three days, Kamiya would do so many things in the future.

Regardless of how easy Kamiya Miku said, it would take a mere female high school student to get in touch with those specific reporters.

"Of course, it is impossible to get answers to some things by just looking at the film and television materials on the Internet. You have to ask them personally." Kamiya Miku took out another recording pen: "The recording of the details of the interview with Nakajima at the time. The pen is here. If you want to listen, Mr. Si can go back and listen."

She sat next to Beichuan Temple: "When I asked these reporters about the specific situation of Ms. Nakajima's family, their statements were unexpectedly similar."

"Ms. Nakajima will always have a look of nostalgia on her face, and then politely refuse them. Even in the private interview behind the scenes, Ms. Nakajima did not reveal half of the family situation."

Kamiya Miku tilted his head and looked at Beichuan Temple and asked:

"Sijun, what do you think?"

Her investigation work is over here, let's see how Beichuan Temple analyzes.

Kitagawa Temple did not consider how long, he said calmly: "Miss Nakajima should indeed have a relationship with the Nakajima Foundation, and even the Nakajima Foundation may have blocked her singer career at one time."

"Oh? How did Temple come to this conclusion?" Kamiya was curious in the future.

"Remember what she said when she first met Ms. Nakajima? She said,'Who doesn't want to have a smoother path to success?' She also said,'Music agencies are not willing to sign contracts', right? Maybe it was just a joke at the time, but now it seems that what Miss Nakajima said should be true."

Beichuan Temple has tapped Nakajima Mihana several times in the past few days, and even if the other party hides it tightly, some of his feet have been exposed.

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

Just make such an assumption.

Mika Nakajima has always loved music very much, and she has been working hard to pursue her dreams, but the family consortium has squeezed her living space with various obstacles to the path she chose, which has caused Mika Nakajima to be extremely difficult on the road of singers. Moving forward. Her career as a singer is thriving, and she has been named a female Uranus singer who has influenced a generation. But the good times didn't last long. In the prosperous career, she was diagnosed with acute leukemia, which forced her to put down the business at hand and prepare for the operation.

On the other hand, the family consortium has also been persecuting Nakajima Mihua. Under the huge realistic pressure on both sides, Nakajima Mihua was physically and mentally exhausted. She was devastated and became the salted egg now.

On the one hand, there are dreams that may no longer be pursued, and on the other, there is tremendous pressure from the Nakajima consortium. When the two sides are entangled, no matter how strong the heart is, people will not be able to stand it.

"If this is the case, then things are a little tricky."

Beichuan Temple muttered to himself.

The 21st century is a society under the rule of law, and Beichuan Temple can never go directly to the Nakajima Consortium with a knife to make one kill, two kills and three kills.

On the other side, Mihana Nakajima, she is under too much pressure to turn into the current salted fish look, and her situation has improved recently with Beichuan Eri’s company. If Beichuan Temple asks more, it’s no different. She stabbed her torn heart a few more times.

It is difficult to move forward or backward.

Beichuan Temple rubbed his fingers, his eyes thought deeply

Today's Nakajima Mihua is still salted egg.

For a week, she has also been acquainted at Beichuan's home. It has become a habit to walk briskly with Beichuan Temple before breakfast and walk after dinner every day. She also keeps things in mind when she uses something at Beichuan's home.

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

"Well, there is no fruit at home."

Mihana Nakajima, who was lying on the sofa, wanted to touch an apple to eat, but the place in her hand was empty.

She scratched her messy hair and sat up from the sofa.

If Beichuan Temple was about to return, she wouldn't dare to show the other person this silly look, but it doesn't matter if she is alone at home now.

Mihua Nakajima stretched hard and yawned: "Kun Kitagawa and sister Eri usually take care of me. It's okay to go out and buy something to treat them."

She made up her mind, after trimming her messy hair, she put on a mask and sunglasses and went out.

"Don't remember that there is a commercial street here." Nakajima yawned again, and did not forget to take out the phone and look at the map on it.

She walked lazily and staggeringly on the road, like a "social idler without a job" reported in the media.

Who would have thought that she, who was so unmotivated, turned out to be the smashing Nakajima Mihana at the moment?

The commercial street is about ten minutes away.

Mihana Nakajima walked slowly to the fruit shop, picked a few favorite fruits, stuffed the boss with two or three big bills, turned around and left, not even asking for change.

If Beichuan Temple saw her look like her prodigal salted egg sister, it would be necessary to have a rattan greeting.

She bought drinks and some good ingredients in the same way. Holding these things in her hands, she walked slowly towards the loop.

"It's so heavy, so heavy, so heavy, so heavy." Nakajima's face flushed flushed, and she stood by the traffic light and gasped.

"Are you OK?"

A clear greeting came from her side, which made Nakajima Mihana couldn't help looking over.

This is a girl with short hair and full ears wearing headphones. It seems that she has graduated from high school and just entered college or short-term college.

She wore very simple private clothes, and she didn't look too good-looking, but the youthful face made Mihana Nakajima stunned.

"Are you okay? Do you need help? You seem to be struggling."

The short-haired girl with Qi ears took off the earphones and asked with concern, her white face showing a healthy blush.

"Uh, can I trouble you?" Nakajima Mihana asked with her soft hands softly.

She really couldn't lift these two bags.

The girl with short hair and full ears showed a shallow smile: "Small things, let me help you some way. I just want to go back from here."

With that, she took the convenience bag from Mihana Nakajima and walked slowly forward step by step.

Mika Nakajima stood in place and panted, somewhat mocking herself: "It seems that even if I keep exercising every day, my physical condition is not as good as I thought."

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

boom! ! ! ! !

Something hits it.

Something sprayed out.

The person was like a torn sack, his body twisted and flew out for several meters, the blood trail dragged on the ground, pulling out a dazzling trace.

In Nakajima Mihana's delicate eyes, the body of the girl with short hair and ears was irregularly twisted, and the bright red and warm blood leaked from under her body.

The convenience bag she was carrying in her hand was damaged, and the contents inside were smashed out.

The childish and blood-stained face seemed to be somewhat at a loss.

""

The crowded streets were quiet, and the surroundings fell into dead silence.

The truck that caused the accident drove away quickly, leaving nothing but devastation.

Mikawa Nakajima's eyes widened, her pink lips widened under the mask.

I'm alive?

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

But what followed was a surging sense of sin and shame.

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

"Ambulance right, call an ambulance!" She hurriedly took out the phone from her bag.

Patter

The phone was dropped to the ground by her panicking action. She hurriedly rushed over and picked up the phone, just about to call an ambulance.

Click.

Click.

Click.

This is the sound of taking pictures.

Mihana Nakajima looked up in confusion.

Surrounded by people, I don't know when they have spontaneously circled around her and the dying girl.

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

Why not call an ambulance? Why not save people?

Call an ambulance! Come up and save people!

Silent cry in my heart.

Mizuno Nakajima called the ambulance with trembling fingers.

Quickly connect, quickly connect!

"Hello? Please hurry up and send an ambulance to **** street in Wenjing District, close to the commercial street here, yes, please come as soon as possible!"

After saying these words, he crawled and trot to the short-haired girl with Qi ears, looking at the **** but still surviving counterpart, tears finally couldn't help dripping:

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! Stay alive, please, stay alive."

She took off her mask and sunglasses:

"Who is here to help! She is still alive! Who is here to help!"

"Naka, Nakajima Mihana?!"

"What? Sister Chenhua!"

"Come over and help!"

There was a loud noise from the crowd.

They watched in astonishment at the hoarse, crying Nakajima Mihana, and finally someone came out and took the initiative to evacuate the traffic, letting the traffic on the road make way for the ambulance.

"Ho **** ho"

A girl with Qi ears and short hair made a difficult sound in her throat. Her crystal clear eyes looked at Mihana Nakajima, who was crying and pleading with people around her, and finally her eyelids closed slowly.

beep

beep

beep

The electrocardiogram was jumping, and Mihana Nakajima got on the ambulance and left with her.

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

Shimamika counted the number silently in her heart with a ticking sound.

Shimamika's palm trembled amidst two ticks.

Long and short smooth lines

Three cardiac arrests

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

This is from the stubbornness of a girl with short hair.

Obviously death has slowly approached

Mihana Nakajima seemed to have lost her soul, as if she was the one who was being treated by the doctor for CPR.

She clenched her teeth tightly, not letting herself cry, not letting herself disturb the rescue doctors.

The ups and downs of the electrocardiogram is a person's lifeline

Mika Nakajima thought a lot.

If the girl didn’t help herself at the time, if she walked forward with her, if she could hold the other person early

The ambulance stopped.

Mika Nakajima went to the emergency operating room with the doctors.

She attracted the attention of many people along the way.

Nakajima, the national goddess of flowers, the goddess of singing

"Please come over and pay the fee, Ms. Mihua cough, Miss Nakajima."

A well-dressed nurse looked at Mihana Nakajima, who was standing still by the operating room, with full eyes, excited.

She is a big fan of Mika Nakajima! Unexpectedly, she could see her idol in the hospital. How could this not make her excited?

"Payment versus payment" Nakajima turned her head mechanically, and murmured and took out her wallet.

"Uh, please go to the lobby on the first floor, you have already registered."

"it is good."

Mimi Nakajima followed the nurse downstairs without guarding her home.

It wasn't until she came to the first floor that Mihua Nakajima realized that she didn't have a bank card, and she didn't have enough money at all.

The nurses around seemed to be saying things like "It's okay", but Mihana Nakajima couldn't listen to it anymore.

She picked up her mobile phone in a daze and called Beichuan Temple.

"Hey?"

Beichuan Temple's voice is still cold and flat.

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

She couldn't help crying again, and yelled weakly at the other end of the phone: "Kun Beichuan and Beichuan help me."

The other party was silent for a moment, seeming to be surprised that she would make such a noise.

then

"it is good."