15 years in business

On June 2023, 6, Wucheng.

It was a cold early summer, and the idol group SAUDADE was waiting for their first concert. No one thought that this humiliating performance would become Ren Ninagawa's reminder.

At the end of the concert, group member Ren Ninagawa accidentally fell from the stage and died a week after being sent to the hospital.

In addition to grief, the captain issued a statement on his personal Weibo, saying that Ninagawa was still conscious after falling from the stage, and why he died suddenly seven days after being admitted to the hospital. Every sentence pointed to the hospital's malfeasance and demanded an autopsy of the body.

Under the pressure of public opinion, the hospital interviewed the team leader Lu Zhan in private. On the same day, Lu Zhan arrived for the appointment on time. He sat behind the director's desk with a cold and murderous look all over his body.

The dean is an old man in sixties. When he took out the photo from the drawer, his hands were still trembling involuntarily: "Mr. Lu, it's not that we don't want to do an autopsy, but we can't do it."

The dean showed a set of photos to Lu Zhan: "Please look at this."

Lu Zhan took the photo from the old man's hand contemptuously, and after only one glance, he was speechless again.

The dean said in a timely manner: "The cause of death of the patient was not serious injury, but suicide."

A long time ago, there was a female star who committed suicide under pressure. While browsing the news, Li Yu commented coldly: "She doesn't cherish life."

Ninagawa sat on Li Yu's lap, like a cute canary.

Canary also saw the news, and raised her eyebrows not to be outdone: "Do you think death is divided into different categories?"

Li Yu didn't answer, Ninagawa moved restlessly, and said to himself: "I never think so."

Ningagawa was sitting on the guardrail of the hospital roof, thinking of his conversation with Li Yu, no one would know that that conversation had inadvertently decided his fate.

An entertainment news was playing in the earphones, Ninagawa glanced at the screen, the usually colorful entertainment section turned into pure black today, the host reported the news of actor Li Yu's death with a serious face.

Li Yu was in a car accident this morning and died on the spot. The residence of former assistant Wu Xiangping was surrounded by media from all walks of life. Everyone's problems were almost the same——

"What is Li Yu hiding?"

Ningagawa looked at the mess of people on the screen, as if answering their questions, and said softly, "Of course it's me."

After Ningchuan had an accident, Li Yu hurried to the hospital to see him. To avoid the noisy media, he drove into an alley and never came out again.

"You died for me." Ninagawa said quietly.

He exited the video app, threw his mobile phone and earphones downstairs one by one, heard the reverberation of accessories breaking, a trance smile appeared on his face, hugged the photo frame in his arms, closed his eyes, and jumped down from the top of the building .

There is no such thing as death, because we will eventually live to die.

In the photo that the dean showed to Lu Zhan, Lian Ninagawa was wearing a light blue hospital gown, lying in the middle of a piece of rotting flesh, surrounded by blood splattered into brown patches.