Chapter 3 Chapter two

To prevent fingerprints, Asakura lit a cigarette with his own lighter.He breathed out the green smoke, and said nonchalantly, "That's right. People like criminal police and reporters must flock to this kind of thing." "It seems so. I left the business office early in the morning and have been running all the time. I don't know much about the situation in the office. Anyway, the most lively thing is probably protecting Fuyuki. Two detectives followed him, and even the kid answered the phone. , also follow." This middle-aged driver named Makoto Hirai.There is a damsel in the conversation, and the car drives past the intersection with billboards in the vortex of vehicles.

"So, that witness named Fuyuki didn't get out of the car today?" Asakura asked. "how?" "It's nothing. We drive occasionally, but we are exhausted. Why do you often have to drive continuously at work, and how do you arrange rest?" Asakura wanted to find out Fuyuki's work and rest time. "Get used to it, and it's fine. Our company stipulates that you can take a day off after two hours of driving. There are morning shifts and night shifts. I am in the morning shift group, and Fuyuki is in the night shift group. Hey, the headache is the work. The car needs to be washed and waxed when it's finished," the driver replied.

During the half hour of arriving in Yokohama, Asakura chatted with the driver.From time to time, I added a few seemingly unintentional questions, and thus learned something I wanted to know. The streets of Yokohama are also very crowded, and there are Mercedes-Benz cars everywhere. He got off at the station square in Yokohama Station, walked into the station, stuck in the shadow of a pillar, and considered how to go next. There was still a piece of paper in his wallet. One thousand yuan bills, surrounded by annoying noise and dust filling the space, he closed his eyes, he remembered that when he was working as a taxi driver for work and study, he often drove a speeding car in the middle of the night, and those who could be identified as drug addicts at a glance Jazz performers or entertainers sent to Shio Yokosuka.

He stepped out of the shadows and bought a ticket to Yokosuka at the window where the Keihin Line express trains were sold. The electric train was full of passengers, and it was only after Fugang Station that they could not find their seats.After he sat down, he closed his eyes and meditated motionlessly.The train speeds forward through the hills. Passing through several tunnels, the train slowly entered the platform of Yokosuka Shiodome Station.A voice announcing the name of the station sounded on the radio, and the cabin began to be noisy.Asakura opened his eyes and got out of the car. When he squeezed out of the ticket gate, Asakura suddenly turned into that kind of employee who was eager to go home, and the afternoon sun had lost its vitality.

He walked right along Zhanqian Street.This is a commercial street. Compared with the previous ones, it has not changed much. It didn’t take long to reach the “D” intersection. On the left is an alley. The subject's Cabaret bar, it's noon, the neon lights on the store door are all turned off, it looks like an ugly girl who has washed off the makeup on her face.He walked to the right at the intersection. Right in front of you is the "Soldier's Club", and in front of the club there is an open space that can't be called a street or a square.Just opposite the club is the Uraga Dockyard.The factory of the shipyard stretches from the port side to here.

The outer wall is white, and the Non-commissioned Officers Club occupies a rather large area. Above it, on the left side of the Uraga Dock, there is a road that crosses the interchange bridge and leads directly to Yokosuka Station of the State-owned Railway.Parallel to this main road, Yokosuka Street stretches horizontally, which is a one-way lane leading to the No. 16 Chuo Expressway. Asakura finally remembered that instead of going to the National Railway Station, there is a road directly from the Non-commissioned Officers Club that connects to Yokosuka Street, which is a downtown area of ​​Yokosuka.So he went down this route.

On the right is a commercial street.Almost all of them are souvenir shops, clothing stores, and restaurants that attract American sailors, and there are also Holly's photo studio and portrait gallery.He had been here before, and the impression of Base Street had remained unchanged.After he walked a few steps, he saw a little ahead, across the street, the entrance and exit of a US naval base.Next to the Uraga Shipyard factory, pistol-wielding guards check vehicles entering the base. If you don't cross the street and keep going straight, you will end up at the Happy Street of the American Sailors. It is a north-south street, so it has a foreign name "Broadway · Apenyu". Too late.

Asakura turned right and walked into this street.On both sides of the road are cabaret bars, striptease venues, late-night teahouses, dance halls, etc., with unlit neon lights and words on the glass of the store doors, almost all of which are in English.Although there were no sailors to be seen, there was an elusive atmosphere of serious Japanese people around. At the end of the avenue is the approach to Tanju Shrine, a narrow path that's barely recognizable under the weight of the surrounding gaudy strip clubs and Italian restaurants. The streets and alleys leading to the "Arpeneo" are also full of nightclubs, cabaret bars, and the like, all of which are advertised to be open all night.

Asakura walked along the joyous street with few people, while observing the situation on the side of the road.He loosened his tie, put his hands in his trouser pockets, shrugged his shoulders and arched his back, his eyes were fierce and he looked like no one else was there, and he couldn't see the appearance of the staff when he left the station just now. The street seems to be still immersed in sleep, but in those dark alleys, it is exuding a special vitality. Under the shadow of the electric poles or at the entrance of the alley, a group of small hooligans gathered on the lookout, watching with vigilant eyes. In the depths of Chaocangkou Alley, some men talked in the lowest possible voices. Those with sallow complexion were drug addicts, and those with stern expressions were drug dealers.

Asakura was about to turn in to have a look, when there were sharp alarm whistles all around, and the people in the alley disappeared without a trace in an instant. He wandered around Happy Street for more than an hour, and found out that this place is still carrying out drug dealing.The hooligans couldn't figure out the identity of the comer so no one resorted to violence against him. Drugs from Taiwan, Okinawa, or origins in Thailand and the Philippines were smuggled in via US warships entering Hong Kong.U.S. soldiers often use LSD to counteract the fear they experience on the front lines in North Korea.Because of the slow effect of morphine, an astonishing number of American soldiers took heroin.And they also know that if they can bring heroin into Japan, they will not worry about money and beautiful women.Of course, not to mention alcohol, but once you get addicted to drugs, your interest in alcohol will gradually weaken.

Under normal circumstances, the amount of heroin that an American sailor can bring in is no more than 50 grams at most.But fifty grams of high-purity heroin is by no means a small amount.The money that the US sailors received when they passed on to the Japanese fanatics may not be too high, but when it finally enters the hands of drug addicts, the price of fifty grams of heroin is already five million yen, or even as high as ten million .Besides, it was not a sailor who brought in drugs. Even if one person had ten grams, one hundred people could bring in one kilogram. All the drugs transferred to Yuke are concentrated at the leader. Except for the part sold by the close minions, the rest are controlled by the violent group in Tokyo. It is said that the wholesale price of one gram of drugs is 10,000 yen, but at this time the drugs have been mixed. Additions such as grape ponds.A gram of pure heroin has been magnified several times in weight. Asakura walked out of "Apenyu" and walked across Yokosuka Street.Walk from the Uraga Dock to the National Railway Yokosuka Station.When he saw the small and exquisite Linhai Park facing the port, he walked over to it. In front of the park is the S.P. - known as "Shoa Bertlauru" - the duty office of the Land Gendarmerie in Mihaili, surrounded by barbed wire and fences.Beyond that is the terminal for buses and the station for state trams. After entering the park, he sat down on a bench and turned up the collar of his suit to block the bitter sea breeze.Looking around, there are several ships floating on the sea of ​​the fjord. On the other side is a row of lifeless warehouses and factories. At the end of the horizon, you can see low hills. Asakura lit a cigarette, and the blue smoke was blown away by the wind immediately.He wrapped the cigarette butt with his palm, and smoked several cigarettes one after another, while deliberating in his mind how to get rid of the hot money. Eighteen million bills can be exchanged for drugs in one go and sold; get insurance bills.This is cumbersome, but it is the safest method.The guy who took the bills from me, even if the police caught him, wouldn't be able to tell where they came from.But - to avoid the police's pursuit.What followed was the unremitting revenge of the violent group, and he couldn't help but feel a burst of anxiety. Then he thought about it, soldiers came to block him, and water came to cover him.There are always ways to deal with this, and blindly being afraid will not bring any good results. Two hours later, Asakura took the Keihin Line Express back to Tokyo Station and changed to a state-owned tram at Shinagawa Station.By this time, the curtain of Tokyo night had drawn back the neon signs and car headlights. After one stop, I got off the tram at Tianding. The Chinese restaurant "Fanglaixuan" I saw on the match in the taxi was in Shibaura. In fact, it was at the stop of the Tokyo Toei Tram and Beijing Port Nearby, not too far from the "Milio" business office located by the Jinshan Bridge. The restaurant is in an alley off the Toei Tramway. There is a police station at the corner of the alley.There are more than a dozen taxis parked in front of the store, some of which belong to "Milio". He looked at his watch, it was past seven o'clock and it wasn't time for Yan Ye's dinner, so he walked in. On the left side of the store are seats for eating Chinese food, and on the right side are long counter tables for eating sushi rice rolls.From the menu hanging on the wall, we can know that this is a Chinese restaurant, but in fact, it only has a few more items than soup noodles.The fish and seashells on the sushi rice rolls are not not very fresh, but the price is 20% cheaper than those on the market. There are three or four women in the shop who are quite old.Wearing antique clothes, flirting with those drivers, the drivers are eating fried noodles and dumplings.Drink a mixed drink made of shochu and beer. Asakura sat down at a table in the corner and ordered a bowl of assorted qiaomai noodles. He was sure that if he watched Kuang's restaurant, he would definitely meet Fuyuki. The next day is Sunday. Asakura Tetsu also slept leisurely until three o'clock in the afternoon and didn't get up. In fact, he was already hungry.After washing his face, he put on his sweater, dragged out a few bundles of books from under the bed, packed all the unused ones, referred to the second-hand bookstore near the apartment, sold them for 2,500 yen in total, and went there on the way home butcher shop.I bought half a kilogram of mixed meat enema and five eggs, and spent 500 yen.Back in the house, he heated up the enema in a pan, fried five poached eggs, and enjoyed it.With these things at the bottom, even if you don’t eat anything until tomorrow, your physical strength probably won’t be a problem. After eating, it was exactly half past four.He watched TV for half an hour to digest the food in his stomach, rolled up the curtains and looked outside, it was dusk and sun outside. He did some calisthenics, changed into a pair of track pants and a dark suit, kept a pair of tan sunglasses in the front pocket of his jacket, and donned a pair of tissue gloves. He took out a 38-caliber Colt automatic pistol from the suitcase, pulled out the magazine, lightly pressed the elastic spring, and loaded it with eight bullets.He tried the safety and trigger, and when it was good, he put a round in the chamber and pushed the loaded magazine into the magazine slot on the handle of the gun.Unloaded, the gun was stuck in the belt of his trousers.Asakura's abdominal muscles are very strong, so he lowered the hem of his shirt.There is no trace of a weapon. Asakura took out the travel bag from under the bed again, and took out fifty 10,000-yuan bills from among the over-stuffed 10,000-odd bills, and put them in the inner pocket of his jacket.Driver's licenses and other things that can reveal their identities are all left in the room.He picked up a bullet box and put it in the back pocket of his trousers. In the pocket, he packed two pieces of flattened wire and a length of insulated wire.Finish off with a dark trench coat. He left the house with the lights on and left the apartment by the spare staircase in the back. The neon lights reflected the smog that lingered into the night, turning the night sky around Shibuya a deep purple. He came to Sansu, far away from the apartment, turned into an alley, and looked for a car with the radio antenna not fully put away among the cars parked on the side of the road. Near the Sansu Shrine where there are not many pedestrians, he found a "Countess" car with a black body. The root is broken.Due to the wrapping, the cracking sound is very weak. The "Countess" is a standard car, and the gas tank is unlocked, and the fuel tank cap is opened toward the warehouse.Stretch the antenna mast in.Pulled it out and looked, really lucky.A full tank of gasoline.He opened the door with the wire on the antenna, released the hand brake, and pushed the car forward for more than a hundred meters.It stopped on the side of the campus of an elementary school, and then connected the wire between the ignition and the battery.Stepping on the accelerator, the engine started, the exhaust sound unique to "Renault" type cars sounded, and the body vibrated. Because he left the original parking place, the car owner would not pay attention to the sound of starting the car. When Asakura started the car that had not been fully warmed up and started on the road, he was not stopped by anyone. The Countess had a good-sized steering wheel and a nimble body, which suited him well, and he thought that a seventy-horsepower engine and round brakes would be perfect.He arrived at Shangma along the Radiation No. 4 Highway, turned left and got off the No. 7 Ring Road, and entered Zhongyuan Street near Xizuchi Park. He controlled the speed of the car not to exceed the speed limit of the traffic rules, and drove straight to Wanzi Bridge. Most of the roads are vehicles entering the city from the outskirts.In contrast, there are much fewer cars going to the suburbs.He crossed the Tama River from Maruko Bridge.This section is all asphalt road, the road condition is very good.He set the speed at 70 kilometers. At this time, it would be too uneconomical to let the patrol car of the traffic police make trouble. The "White Countess" drove across Tsunashima, which is full of hot spring signs, passed through Kikuna, and entered Yokohama City from the Hexagonal Bridge.He took the 16th Central Expressway.When you come to the Honmoku area, both sides of the road are full of facilities of the US Navy base, most of which are large apartments where Hong's single soldiers working at the Beibu base live.After passing the distance and going forward, there is only one road leading to Yokosuka. Asakura leaned against the edge of the car window, the cold wind blowing in from the crack of the window hit his slightly hot forehead, it was very refreshing.His eyes were calm, and his eyes were focused on the front of the headlight column. Except for the occasional road construction, there were a few broken ends on the road, and the smooth asphalt road stretched like a ribbon on a computer. From Tianpu Yicuo, it is time to go through the tunnel, when the car comes out of the seventh or eighth tunnel.Drive up a ramp.The field of vision suddenly widened, and the first thing that caught the eye was the colorful lights rippling on the sea surface of the port on the left, and the hills on the opposite bank were shrouded in bright red lights, and the colors were extraordinarily gorgeous. The "Countess" enters the one-way street on the lower level of a three-dimensional intersection bridge, and the upper level is the expressway to the National Railway Yokosuka Station.At this time, the huge yellow neon lights of the Uraga Dock were in sight. Asakura drove the "Countess", crossed the highway overpass and entered the road in front of the National Railway Yokosuka Station, then turned left and drove directly into Linhai Park. The park is not big.The sea connected to the park does not emit the stench of tar and methane like other port gates, and sometimes you can smell the fragrance of menarche from the sea breeze.Asakura parked the car out of the way. He got out of the car, took out the brown sunglasses from his suit pocket, put them on, put his hands in the windbreaker pockets, and walked out of the park.The windbreaker with a raised collar fluttered lightly in the night wind.Asakura walked to the left along the long stretch of factory buildings in Uraga Dock, and the white building in front of him... "Worry about it." Asakura said with a smile, with a row of white teeth protruding from his dark face, he put his hands in his pockets and walked deep into the alley.The two watchmen looked at each other as if they had been exposed.There is a corner in the middle of the alley, so things in the already dark alley cannot be seen clearly from the street.Asakura took a few steps, and saw two people in front of him, a man in a dust coat was a drug dealer, and a band actor looked like a drug addict.When they saw Asakura approaching clearly, the expressions on their faces suddenly became stiff. The drug addict hurriedly threw away the syringe and smashed it with his feet. "Stop!" The two lookouts turned around and shouted, chasing after them. "Did you call me?" Asakura walked two or three steps past the drug dealers and addicts, then slowly turned and said to the pursuers, with a disturbing smile on his lips. "What mountain are you from? If you want to step on the pier, you can't do it!" a little hooligan roared.His hands reached into his belt. "You want to ask me? Let me tell you your name first." Asakura's voice was very calm, and he took his hands out of his pockets.The snow-white silk gauze gloves are very eye-catching in the dark, and they are put on to prevent fingerprints from being left. "You're quite wordy!" the little rascal Xi Yali roared, "We belong to the Poseidon group. My name is Tian Suo, and this brother is Konno. Do you understand? , get the hell out of here!" "This area is the world of the Sea God Group." "You say such stupid things, and you don't even know this, why did you crash into this place? Hey, get out of here while you still have a life, if you don't listen, I'll beat you out!" Tian Suo yelled.The drug dealers and addicts who wanted to escape seemed to want to watch the scene of Asakura lying on the ground covered in blood, so they were nailed there and did not move. "It's really interesting, let's try it." Asakura still didn't put away his smile.And under the seemingly easy-going smile, Asakura already felt a final pain caused by violent desire in his strong and powerful muscles. In order to deal the fastest blow to the opponent, he adjusted his feet like springs. Losing the balance of all parts of the body, Tansho and Konno Mebi stared wide-eyed with bloodshot eyes, exposing a mouth full of teeth that were stained yellow with nicotine, and snorted "You're looking for death!" Pulled out the dagger, this is a dagger specially used for fighting.The blade is slender.The tip of the knife is sharp, and hooligans love to carry this kind of dagger. Tian Suo let out a strange cry, holding the dagger with both hands and stretching forward.Then he closed his eyes tightly and rushed towards Asakura. Asakura flew up his right foot and kicked into Tansho's lower abdomen like a shooting star piercing the night sky. His accuracy was no less than that of a famous doctor who cut a knife on a patient's affected part—Tasuo's testicles were broken by him. Tiansuo's mouth turned into a shape of screaming, his hands holding the dagger hurriedly grasped his lower abdomen, knelt down on his knees, and then fell forward to the ground.Tian Suo twitched a few times on the ground and stopped moving. The dagger held by Tian pierced his abdomen, and the tip of the knife pierced through his back. The blood-stained tip of the knife shone like a ruby ​​in the dim light. Seeing Tiansuo's tragic situation, drug dealers and addicts gasped like goldfish deprived of oxygen, with purple lips. Frightened, Konno moved the dagger to his right hand, rushed back like a water wheel, and let out an incomprehensible scream. "Don't worry, I have something to tell you, throw away the knife, come here, I won't kill you." Asakura said to Konno. "No, you're lying." Konno said tremblingly, foaming at the mouth, his knees trembling, and he didn't even have the strength to back off. "Then, you want to taste the bitterness that this guy has suffered." Asakura wiped the smile from his face all of a sudden, and the corners of his whitish mouth were tightly pursed, revealing a cold murderous intent. "Ah, what do you want to say?" Konno's knees finally couldn't support his body, he sat down on the wet ground, his trembling hands couldn't even hold the dagger. "Wait for me!" Asakura murmured.With a sudden uppercut with his right hand, he hit the drug dealer's upper abdomen hard, and with his left hand, he punched the drug addict's temple. The two of them were knocked unconscious before they could cry out, and then they fell headfirst on the muddy ground soaked with the blood from the field. "That's right, no one will disturb you. No matter what you say, no one will hear you. Of course, I'm the only exception." Konno said in a low voice.Asakura approached Konno with a casual look. "Don't come here! If you get any closer, I'll kill you, and I will do what I say!" Konno was so nervous that he almost raised his eyes. "It seems that you are too talkative, I will let you learn to answer important questions!" Asakura said, he kicked Konno with his left foot. Konno desperately slashed at Asakura's left foot, Asakura immediately retracted his left leg, kicked his right foot and broke Reino's wrist. The dagger flew out, and Asakura's right foot then kicked Konno's chin, breaking Konno's jawbone.Asakura quickly picked up the dagger.All the movements were done in one go, and Konno, who was lying on the ground, groaned while spitting out broken teeth and blood.Asakura grabbed Konno's hair with his left hand to make him sit up, and pressed the point of the knife to his throat. "I warn you, I don't want to play martial arts movies with you. If I decide to kill you, I will never tolerate it." Asakura's voice was calm, but there was firmness and courage in the calmness, which was better than that kind of empty threats much scarier. Konno's eyes rolled wildly.His whole body trembled violently, and the blood dripping down his chin fell on the dagger against his throat, splashing small drops of blood. "Don't, don't do this, I'll do as you say... Please forgive me, I can't live without me." Konno begged desperately. "Old lady? What a joke, if you die, she won't be surprised if she doesn't thank me for doing a good deed!" "Please!" Konno's cheeks were filled with tears and blood. "Okay, answer my question now, I want to meet with the leader of the Sea God team." "If you go to the office, then..." "Bastard! I don't need to ask you that way. What I want is for two people to meet alone, in a place where they can talk as equals." Asakura continued, "Let me declare that I have no complaints or complaints with the Sea God Group." Damn it. I met with the team leader to discuss business matters. If you two boys do this, I will naturally have to fight back with fire." Knowing that he had lost his life, Konno breathed a long sigh of relief. After panting with difficulty for a while, he said in a low voice, "The business you're talking about is about medicine, right?" "Of course. You answer my question just now." "I don't know, I really don't know. It's impossible for us little people to know so much. Even if we meet the team leader, we only meet once or twice a month." Konno said flatteringly.It appears to be true.He spit out saliva mixed with blood clots, and then said: "Please ask the bosses about this kind of thing. After a while, a boss, Brother Hongkou, will come here to inspect. If he comes, I will pretend to be unconscious The way it used to be, please help me cover it up to the end, please. Don’t tell me what I said, or I will suffer a lot in the future. Of course, if you agree to my request, I will tell you everything. " "OK, I promise, how did the Poseidon group buy drugs from the American sailor master?" Asakura asked.His face was expressionless, like a statue. "I don't know the details. But I heard from the sailors that as long as you go to the 'Dominion Nightclub' and sit at the counter, you can get banknotes." Konno said quickly. "Is that all?" Asakura's voice became severe. "Besides..." Konno said halfway, and turned his head to the alley.An expression of extreme panic suddenly appeared on his face. Seeing this, Asakura quickly fell to the ground, threw away the dagger, and pulled out a 38-caliber automatic pistol from his belt.At this time, a series of gunshots sounded from the direction of the alley, which seemed to be cross-fire, not only pistols, but also the sound of automatic light firearms.It's the fully automatic rapid-fire sound of an MZ carbine. There was a corner in the middle of the alley, and Konno, who was sitting on the edge of the corner, had his head suddenly blossomed at that moment, leaving only the lower jaw, the blown-off skull and blood clots rolling down to the wall of the alley. The gunman seemed to be at the entrance of the alley, and he and Asakura had just formed a dead corner.The gunman with the automatic firearm couldn't hit Asakura either. The gunfire at the alley stopped immediately.Then, there was a sound of rapid acceleration and screeching of tires when the car was moving, mixed with the shouts of American sailors who seemed to be exploding. Chao Cang ran to the depths of the alley, and opened the safety of the pistol while running. He felt something warm on his cheek, and touched it with his left hand, and the glove was stained with blood.It was probably splashed with the blood of Konno who was beaten to pieces.Asakura wiped the blood off his face with a handkerchief, the alley turned another corner.With pistol at his waist, ready to fire, he turned the corner. The exit of the alley is right in front of you, and you can see the street at the entrance of the alley.Perhaps because he didn't want to be involved in the shooting incident, there was no one on the street.They probably all fled into the shop. Asakura put his right hand holding the pistol into the pocket of his windbreaker, and rushed out of the alley. No one shot at him, and he didn't hear the yelling of police sirens. He turned up the collar of his windbreaker to cover his face, and ran across the deserted side streets lined with cabaret bars.But he felt his cheeks swell a little under the sunglasses.He didn't expect the Seagod Group's reaction to be so quick and reckless.However, this is just to silence the mouth of a watchful little hooligan. Chaokura turned from a side street into an alley, then crossed another side street, and came to a narrow road. When he got here, he took off his eye-catching sunglasses, slowed down his pace, and moved forward at his usual speed Walk.Probably far away from the shooting scene, the sound of carbine gunfire can no longer be heard drowned in the noise on this street, and there is nothing unusual about the situation.He didn't pass by the National Railway Station this time, but walked in the opposite direction to the Yokosuka Central Station of the Keikyu Line.Then the siren of the police car blared.But no one paid attention to Asakura.If someone stings him, it is the scorching eyes of a few women. When he passed the Green House department store and came to the Central Station area, he felt that the atmosphere of the base area had been swept away.Replaced by the streets of the Japanese.An ordinary scene of a nondescript medium-sized city. Asakura closed the pistol safety in his pocket to prevent fire, and took off the blood-stained glove on his left hand.That seemed to be the end of the night. But he was troubled by the stolen car parked in Linhai Park, although there was no trace of contact with him left on the "Countess".But by tomorrow morning, the police would have discovered that the car with the Tokyo plates was a stolen car and linked it to the shooting in the alley.This may lead to troubles. To turn back to Linhai Park, no matter what, you have to pass through the streets of the base area.In other words, you must pass by near the accident site.Asakura didn't want to do this, he decided to delay for a while. There are hotels, brothels, low-level bars and the like next to the central station.There are many Japanese-style restaurants here, such as small teahouses, yakitori shops, five-spice skewers snack shops, pot-roasting shops, and so on. Asakura walked into a sushi onigiri restaurant called "Hamashiba," which was very stylishly decorated.A man who looked like a boss was on the counter table talking on the phone.The customers who crowded the table were interested in the expression on the boss's face. "Welcome, welcome, what do you want?" the waiter asked absent-mindedly as he passed a hot towel to Asakura who sat down on the only vacant seat at the end of the counter table. "Have a glass of beer. Besides, I want to cut the tuna into pieces, and I want the middle section." Asakura ordered two things that were affordable. The boss said "Shangwang informs the news" and hung up the phone, gave Asakura a welcome smile, then looked around at the customers in the store, and proudly relayed the content of the phone call just now. "It's still far from being able to catch the murderer. Most likely a car with a license plate covered with corrugated paper drove all the way to the entrance of the alley. The gunman covered his face and fired a machine gun from the window for a while, then I ran away, and I heard from my brother that the criminal policeman he knew said that it was probably the Miura group who did it." "It appears he has a brother who runs a shop near the scene of the accident." "Miura group? Like they did it." "So that's how it is. That area has been taken advantage of by the upstart Poseidon group. The Miura group has almost dispersed, not to mention the sphere of influence." "The brothers who jumped out of the Miura group all changed their schools and joined the Sea God group, and the Sea God group ordered these people to destroy the Miura group." "The Miura group is also short of funds, maybe it's just a matter of breaking the pot and fighting for it." The customers chattered. It was luck for Asakura to break into this sushi restaurant, and he thought he should thank the gods. It seems that the Poseidon group also has an opponent like the Miura group. Of course, Asakura intuitively determined that the assassin who shot and killed Konno was appointed by the upper echelons of the Poseidon Group.However, it would be fortunate if the police could be distracted by this and focus on the Miura-gumi while ignoring Asakura who was present at the time.Asakura was thinking about how to use the Miura group to facilitate his own business. To pass the time, Asakura spent more than three hours in a cheap tavern near Yokosuka Central Station, asking customers about the Miura-gumi with a nonchalant look. Near midnight, he got into a taxi and told the driver to go to Yokosuka Station of the National Railways.Since he was not wearing gloves, he was careful not to touch the doors and seats of the taxi with his hands.Go to National Railway Yokosuka Station.Must pass in front of the main entrance of the US Naval Base.So you can see "Broadway · Appenius" opposite the main entrance of the base across the wide Central Highway 16 on the left. It emits a roar unique to Toyota vehicles.He put on a gear with good performance, and desperately turned the very light and insensitive steering wheel. After a while, he passed a private car with a white license plate. When the car passed by the entrance of "Broadway · Appenius", Asakura peeped through the car window. The vicinity of the scene has returned to normal. The American sailors are still swaggering around, and the neon lights seem to be more and brighter. but.The scene where the shooting took place has been cordoned off, and nearly ten armed policemen in uniform are still standing. No police car or technical appraisal car was found. "There was a shooting case here just now. Heh, it seems that hooligans are vying for territory. I heard that traffic inspections have been implemented in the tunnel." "I've also heard about the shooting case, it's really unsettling!" Asakura replied following the driver's tone.He silently remembered the traffic inspection in his heart. After a while, the taxi came under the overpass, and on the right was Linhai Park where the "Countess" car stolen by Asakura was parked.Asakura glanced out from the running taxi and couldn't see clearly whether there were criminal police ambushing in the park. The taxi stopped at the square in front of the station, and after paying the fare, Asakura only had money left in his pocket to buy a train ticket to Tokyo. The waiting room of the station, flickering with the cold light of incandescent lamps, was empty. Asakura watched the taxi carrying the passengers leaving the station gradually go away, walked into the waiting room in a daze, and sat down on the bench.Gotta get the car out of the park anyway.To be on the safe side, he bought a ticket specially.Then leave the station.He also considered that there would be criminal police ambushing in the station.But no one was watching him. The sentinel at the gate of the S.P duty office in front of the park is ringing for a long time.Asakura lit a cigarette, held it in his mouth and walked forward. He blew out his cigarette at the entrance to the park, stamped it out with his foot, and made a final decision, should the worst happen.The only thing left to do was to use the pistol that was hidden under the windbreaker and suit and stuck in the belt. The "Countess" who was all black and shiny stayed quietly where she was originally parked.Asakura unbuttoned his windbreaker and suit, prepared to draw his pistol quickly, and stepped into the park. At first he intentionally stayed away from the car and went straight to the steep bank of the seawall, then turned back to the small park and leaned towards the car. The park was empty, and Asakura put on a glove on his right hand.The one on the left hand was already stained with blood, so I couldn't wear it anymore, so I had to wrap a handkerchief around my left hand. Asakura got into the driver's seat of the car.It was cold in the car.There was no sign of an ambush inside. He started the engine, but no one rushed over. After the car engine was fully warmed up, he drove on the road.From the fuel gauge, it can be seen that there are still 20 liters of gasoline. The car left the park and drove towards downtown Yokosuka, and did not change direction until it reached the No. 16 Chuo Highway because if you drive east, you will be inspected at the entrance of the tunnel. He returned to Yokosuka Central Station and drove the car up an uphill road.Walk for a while, turn left, pass the crossing next to Kinugasa Station, and drive straight ahead.The houses on the roadside gradually became scarce.Cross the Miura Peninsula.Then came to Wushan, which is located near the paddy field and the bay.This area is a network of interlaced asphalt roads.Asakura thought, even if it took a big bend, he had to choose a safe route into Tokyo. 过了武山，沿着一百三十四号二级中央公路到了叶山，再由镰仓的市内公路到达北镰仓，然后往右经过上大田、弘明寺最后到达横洪的樱木叮。这条路颠簸不平。 朝仓从第年京洪线开上六号环形线，一直到目黑自然教育园边上才停下车。他把方向盘和变速操纵杆以及车内各种按扭开关仔细地擦拭了一遍，以免留下左手的指纹，然后弃车离去。这时已将近凌晨两点钟了。 从这里步行回目黑八号街的公寓也用不了二十分钟，但为了省这点时间而受到警察的查问，是犯不着的，何况袋子里还有一百日元的零钱，于是朝仓返身回到了六号环形线，搭上了一辆出租车。 公寓二楼那问屋子的窗帘上，隐隐约约透出了外出时特意开着的灯光。 朝仓从公寓后面的紧急备用楼梯上楼回到自己房间，虽然已很疲劳，他还是尽量放轻脚步。不让已经开始腐朽的楼梯在自己75公斤重的身躯下嘎嘎作啊。 走进自己这间摆设简陋的房间，他急忙点燃小型煤气炉，在蓝色的火舌中，那只沾有血迹的绢纱手套冒起一带有恶臭的青烟。他把车票也烧掉了。 脱下衣裤，关灭电灯，他把手枪塞在枕下，钻进了冰冷的被窝，冻得他直打哆嗦。 要是不睡，会影响明天在公司的工作，不过他倒是越来越清醒。看来在横须贺灌下的那些劣质酒，对他的脑神经并没有多大影响。 晨曦微露的时候，朝仓才迷迷糊糊地睡着了。即便如此，他还是习惯地在七点半就睁开了眼睛。 只睡了短短的两个小时左右，自然谈不上精神爽快，而在盛满了冷水的脸盆中浸了浸脸后，充血的眼睛又变得黑白分明了。这时煤气炉上的茶壶也开始冒出了热气。 一楼的墙上挂着一排信箱，他下楼打开自己的那只，取了报纸又回到房间。把速溶咖啡倒在一只大瓷杯里，冲入刚烧好的开水，然后把一块面包浸了进去。 朝仓一边辍着烫舌头的混着面包糊的咖啡，边飞快地读着晨报上的社会新闻。昨天夜间的事件是横须贺发的稿，虽有三段但版面并不突出。今野的面部照片也登在了报上。 从报道来看，击碎今野头部的子弹，如同朝仓根据枪声猜测的一样，警方也推定是卡宾枪子弹。那个用匕首刺朝仓的田所在被用救护车送往医院的途中因出血过多而死亡。 昏倒在现场的海神组的毒品贩子和吸毒者被带到了警察署。由于在他们的鞋底及香烟盒内发现有毒品，就被转为紧急逮捕而加以羁押。他们缄口不语，未交待任何问题。不过一旦吸毒者药瘾发作。就什么也顾不上了，一定会说出内情的。 关于持卡宾枪的刺客，报导与在寿司店里听来的差不多，案犯是乘坐一辆瓦楞纸遮住牌照的汽车到巷口的，关于汽车型号，据一目击此事的美国水乓和酒吧间伙计的叙述分析，很可能是辆黑色皇冠牌轿车，开车的是一蒙面男子。 对识别车子型号提供了不十分准确的证词的美国水兵认为刺客所用的武器是三十口径的卡宾枪这一点，却很肯定。从散落在路上的空弹壳来看水兵的话是完全正确的，报纸也暗示这事很可能是由争夺财路而导致的三浦组对海神组的攻击。报纸还对朝仓作了如此的描述：枪击发生之后，即有一个神秘的男子离开了巷子，解开此案的钥匙就掌握在他的手中。 早饭就是一杯咖啡而已，食品橱里已没罐头了。翻遍壁橱里的夏装和书桌抽屈，总共只找到两枚一百日元、一枚五十日元和四十枚十日元的硬币。 换了一套与昨夜不同的衣服。朝仓离开了寓所，他按日常上班的路线在东大前停靠站乘上东之头线班车到涩谷，在涩谷改乘地铁去东京桥的公司，他在地铁车站小卖部买了三份与自己订阅的不同的晨报，趁乘车之机翻了一遍，它们对横须贺事件所作的报道，没有什么新东西，关于朝仓所干的那件袭击共立银行现金押运员的事件，这几份报纸都只给了很小一块版面。朝仓在报道中也看不出有任何重要的信息。 进了东和油脂公司的财务处办公室，只见同事们一个个都显出在周末的休假中玩得精疲力尽的倦容。 谁也没提起昨夜横须贺发生的事，未必没人读过报纸，大概是懒得关心吧。大家谈论的话题是希望本公司早日实行美国那样的一周五日工作制，还有就是猜猜年终奖金能拿多少。 财务处小泉处长像往常那样，上班铃响后也不见来，职员们星期一上午，干起工作来也是疲疲沓沓的。 离发月薪的二十五日还有十天。朝仓刚闪出向副处长金子提出预支薪水的念头就立即打消了，他暗骂了自己一声，在公司里的我，要水远保持一个埋头干工作的职员的形象。 十一点，小泉处长来到办公室，今天他的眼皮下没有那圈黑影。处长到后不久。朝仓办公桌上的指示灯亮了，同时低音蜂鸣器也响了起来。 朝仓拿起了听筒。 “是共立银行给您的电话。”耳畔传来了接线小姐机器人般的声音，他的脸部肌肉顿时抽紧了。 “请接过来。”朝仓含糊不清地说道。随着“咔嚓”的换线声。耳机里响起了共立银行事务的声音。 “小泉君吧？我是兵库呀，现在有个叫南海药事的公司用东和油脂的空头支票到鄙行要求兑现八百万日元。这家是过去没听说过的公司，说不定是你把通常用来另立帐户的公司名称换了换，所以就来核对一下……” 对方很亲昵地说着。 “对不起，马上给您转到处长那里，请稍候。” 朝仓答道，他按了通往电话总机的键钮，兵库惊慌地说了声什么，电话里换成了接线小姐的声音。 "What's your business?" “看来你搞错了，这里不是处长的办公桌。”朝仓说。 “啊……实在抱歉！”接线小姐带着人情味地说了句道歉的话以后，朝仓的听筒里就哑无声息了。而处长办公桌上的蜂鸣器则响了起来。朝仓放下话筒，竖耳静听。他听到拿着话筒的处长低声而急促地说：“嗯一嗯，确实如此，……糟啦，不，别担心，是吧？对我公司职员？这，明白了，……是这样。未能预先告知……请多关照。拜托啦，怎么样，今天晚上就摆它一桌，那么就在老地方恭候啦……” 朝仓虽然身为财务处的职员，但他也不知道东和油脂公司与叫做什么南海药事的公司有业务往来，况且东和公司给南海药事提供空头支票一类的事，用普通的常识也是无法解释的，但是从共立银行的兵库专务的那些话以及小泉处长打电话时的回答来分析，朝仓还是很快就推断出那个所谓的南海药事公司，实际上是小泉为了自已从东和油脂公司抽调资金而利用职权设下的暗渡陈仓的栈道，或者说就是影子联营公司。兵库是了解小泉这种儿乎不加掩饰的手法的。于是就伺机下手进行敲诈。只要那笔钱不是存入共立银行，他就可以无所顾忌地向小泉素取报酬。刚才那个电话，不就正是对小泉的婉言相逼吗？打完电话的小泉把身子埋进皮制的安乐转椅里显得若无其事地用一把修指甲的小夹子磨着指甲。但是，那双隐藏在宽边眼镜后的眼睛里却蒙上了一层不愉快的阴影。 这一下至少弄清了小泉的影子公司中一家公司的名称，朝仓按着计算器想道。即便把每年要贪污数亿的公司总经理排除在外，还有不少侵春公司财物的董事，一想到他们，朝仓就感到气不打一处来。 小泉一年从公司中饱私囊的钱大概有数千万，而自己以命相抵也只不过才弄到一千八百万，况且那些钱还无法使用。现在还得为明天的饭钱发愁。 朝仓真想通过某种手法把那笔烫手的钱转换成可以自由支配的钞票的资金，如果转手成功，自己也就可以变成一只愉食公司的老鼠了。but…… 通报十二点的汽笛声在大厦街上空回荡，财务处办公室里也响起午休的铃声，起身来的小泉眼光投向朝仓，当两人的视线相对时，小泉便使了个“跟我来”的眼色。 朝仓故意装出一副不知所措的神情离开办公桌。小泉背对着朝仓往走廊走去。 “今天闹肚子，午饭就请免了。” 朝仓对正在替大家订饭的粕谷股长打了声招呼。就迈开大步来到了走廊。 小泉正抱着胳膊靠墙站着接受那些外出用餐的职员的问候朝仓走近小泉恭敬地垂下眼帘说：“有何吩咐？” “没什么，本想大大方方地给你打个招呼，不过还是不要引起别人的羡慕为好。”小泉喂吸懦懦着说道，眼睛没看朝仓。“你工作很认真，我一直是很欣赏的。啊，这个虽少，就当作是我从日常开销中拿出来的奖金吧，它与公司发的不一回事，不必客气就收下好了。” 小泉迅速地打量了一下四周，当看清走廊上只有他和朝仓，绝无第三者时，就将几张纸币卷着塞进了朝仓的口袋。“大概是想用钱封我的口吧。”朝仓想着。 “实在不敢当，我要收下就显得太不懂事了。”朝仓很有分寸地推了推小泉插进自己口袋的右手。 “行了行了、别这么说……你莫非是想拒绝我的好意？好了，就收下吧。”小泉不容分说池将钱塞进朝仓的口袋里。 “我收下了。那么，实在是太感谢了。”朝仓低下头说。 “今后要更努力工作啊！”小泉的话里有一层你要感恩知报的意思，说完，他就转身进人自动电梯，朝仓谦恭地低着头，目送电梯消失。他的嘴唇上露出了难以察觉的微笑。 朝仓走进卫生间，拿出塞在口袋里的钞票，一共是三张，都是一万元票面的。他真想给把电话错接到自己办公桌来的公司接线小姐送瓶香水作礼物。好歹有了这三万日元，看来在发月薪前，不预支工资或抵当物品，也用不着去操心体育训练的花费了。 朝仓走出卫生间，从楼梯下到一楼，来到了大厦的休息厅。看到小泉正和一个母公司新东洋工业公司的专务站着在讲话。朝仓停立在一盆盆栽着橡脸树的阴影里，等小泉与专务道别后走出了大厦、便慢步跟了出去。 借着熙熙攘攘的人群的遮挡，朝仓尾随着小泉。没走多远。小泉在日本桥边上的一家香烟铺里打了一个公用电话，没讲几句话，然后就走进了一家德国餐馆，是家名叫“克鲁比森”的用花色砖砌成的西餐馆。 朝仓到烟铺买了一合美国纳维卡时牌香烟，把一万日元一张的钞票找开。他想象着万一失败可能造成的后果，走进了“克鲁比森”店堂内光线较暗，小泉坐在最里面的一张台桌边，背对着门口。朝仓要了一份烤小牛腿和黑啤酒。他的肚子已经俄极了，转眼之间就把东西吃得精光。小泉对着一盘炖牛肉，象是难以下咽似地把调羹往嘴里送。 十二点半左右，店里来了一个翻骨高突、三十四、五岁光景的男子。他在小泉对面坐了下来，浑手挡开了前去订菜的女招待，从口袋里掏出一个鼓鼓囊囊的大号纸袋，交给了小泉。然后起身走出了店门。朝仓往现金出纳自动记录器里投下发票和一张千日元的钞票，赶紧出来跟上了那个男子。 那个男子来到室叮一号街，走进了一座面临都立电车路、内部昏暗的祖借大厦，这栋小型大厦的门上挂着二十来家公司的门牌，南海药事的牌子就在其中。朝仓凭直觉知道这个男子是南海药事的职员，他从电话中接到命令，就到西餐店给小泉送去了给兵库的酬金。 等了五分钟左右，朝仓走进了那座租借大厦，楼内连电梯也没装，走上角度很小的楼梯中段的休急平台，那里扔着几只装有几只残汤剩水的大号瓷碗，里面还飘浮着一些香烟屁股，三楼一间屋子的玻璃门上写着“南海药事公司”的字样，是个五米见方的小事务所。室内装了两三部电话，放了二、三张力公桌。 朝仓想粗略了解一下里面的情况，但看来一时没有开门的迹象，于是就沿着脚步声回音很响的冰冷的楼梯下了楼。他漫步走回了公司所在的新东洋工业大厦。这栋隔音和空调设备齐全的大楼，在外人的眼里，大概是财富和发展的象征吧，走进财务处办公室，朝仓与同事们谈了些不关痛痒的闲话。不一会儿，一点钟，铃声响了。在楼顶上高尔大球场打球的人以及外出吃饭的人都回到了办公室，乏味无聊的工作又开始了。 小泉处长整整一个下午都在力公室走来走去，一副心神不定的样子，在离五点下班铃响还有大约三十分钟的时候，他对金子副处长说了声：“啊，剩下的工作拜托了。” 然后凑到金子耳边小声说了句什么，就收拾了一下办公桌出去了，朝仓本想跟踪小泉。以弄清他和共立银行兵库专务秘密会面的高级饭店，这下可落空了。 按时下班的朝仓直接回到寓所。他跑步去下目黑的“日蒲拳”拳击馆，在那里全力以赴地进行了两小时光景的练习。冲过淋浴。回到寓所已是八点半过了。 在回寓所的路上，朝仓到自选商场买了十多公斤的食品，主要是罐头和用来补充维生素的柠檬，还有两瓶下等威士忌。这些用了近五千日元。不过这三四天里就无须为吃的东西发愁了。他以鲸鱼罐头当饭，又连皮啃了一个柠檬，一边读着晚报。在“横须贺发生海神组与三浦组的流氓冲突、重伤二人”的标题下只有短短一段文字。报道中关于海神组的毒品贩子和吸毒者对警察是否提供了什么的事只字未提。 吃完东西的朝仓，穿上朴实无华的衣服。乘坐井之头线和国营电车来到了池袋，他选了一家人头拥挤的商店，买了副绢纱手套，到一家土杂货店，买了双橡胶手套，又换了家杂货店，买了一把铁锹。余下的时间当然是回到寓所睡觉。由于好久没这样沉睡过了。所以朝仓这一夜因遗精裤子湿了好大一片。 第二天，从公司下班回到上目黑寓所的朝仓带上未拆封的铁锹和手电筒，乘上了井之头线电车。他穿了一套半年前在美军基地边上弄到的，已经磨得快破了的工装上衣和细纹布裤子，打扮得活象个体力劳动者，头上戴了压得很低的旧得变了色的滑雪帽，脚下穿了双运动鞋，车内多半是下班回家的乘客，朝仓虽然尽量用帽子和竖起的工装领子把脸遮起来，但高高的身材仍使他在人群中显得有点突出。 朝仓十分渴望能有辆车子。当然，在干大事时用自己的汽车是危险的，但连做那些准备工作的零碎琐事也得偷一辆丢一辆地干就太危险了。 朝仓在下北泽改乘小田线快车，当驾着汽车时，可以意识到自己是在行动，即使连续开车也不感到疲劳，而当被电车摇得晃来晃去时，就觉得自已仿佛成了一样物品，实在有点烦燥。 过了多摩川，一眉弯月挂在夜空。寒风吹拂着荒凉的河滩和水面。车到了这一带，乘客就很少了。 电气列车在大概刚好割好的稻田间飞跑。朝仓到西生田下了车。No one paid attention to him. 出了车站，他直接去了通住厚木的大山大街。道路两旁有几家零零落落的商店。路上奔驰着轰隆作响的。柴油机冒着股股黑烟的自动装卸卡车，整条路都很暗。朝仓走了不多远，在快到派出所的地方往右拐了个弯。 派出所门前只亮着红灯，可能是用晚饭的时间，不见警察的影子，朝仓穿过钦路道口，走上了一条凹凸不平的石子路。路略有些坡度。 前面不远稍稍偏右的地方有一个长满杂木的小山头，就像潜伏着的个把关巨人。上面有块大牌子，是春秋园墓地的广告牌，黑暗中牌子上的字迹摸模糊糊。顺着山坡，路分成了V字型。出站后，朝仓前后走着一群职员，这时他们都走上了右边的道路。朝仓把铁锹扛在肩上，对直往前走去。 左面也都是小土坡，石子路上时有汽车开过，灰尘妨碍了司机的视野，都开着黄色防雾灯。 右边的小山被逢中劈开，断面坡度很陡，下面就成了分期付款的土地集团的产业，还没有建起住宅。在杂木林未被伐去的小山上，也有一处分期付款的土地。 这块地皮上已有几幢房子，不过还仅仅建在或许是地价比较便宜的山顶上，所以窗户里射出的灯光是根本不可能照到石子路上的。再往前，就快到墓地了。 朝仓仔细观察了周围，确信石子路上无人后。就以左边的小山为座标顺着田埂穿过了一片庄稼地。他用力分开长在陡坡下的杂木树枝，登上了一块台地。地上长着齐胸高的枯草。朝仓曾为了试射手枪，偷偷来过此地几次。所以他对这一带的情况十分熟悉。 穿过面积颇大的台地，来到了一条夹在树林之间的狭谷，不过这里役有流水，还是称洼地更为确切。右边是块狭长的庄稼地，右边是沼泽地和树木茂密的小丛林。 走下一条泥泞的小路，然后下到庄稼地沿着田埂，他走进了右边的沼泽地，只要踏着草丛走，就可不湿鞋帮地穿过去。走过沼泽地来到灌木蔓草错杂丛生的小林子前面，朝仓这才打开手电，撕去铁锹前刃部分的包装纸，捆起塞进口袋他不断地用铁锹劈断缠住脚的蔓草，往丛林深处走去。 弯弯曲曲地走了五十来米，他找到了一块三米见方的空地，缠节绕蔓的树枝把空地遮掩得严严实实。 他用一根缠在树干上的藤条把电筒绑好，借着手电的亮光，挖起坑穴来。树木的根须不分方向地在地下延伸着，朝仓叉开双腿把全身重量压在铁锹上，麻利地切断了树枝。 一个小时后，一个深一米、宽一米、长两米的坑穴挖好了。坑底积起了渗出的地下水，朝仓的鞋子和铁锹都让泥水弄脏了。 朝仓把铁锹藏在坑穴边上，拿着光线已暗淡下来的手电，摸索着沿进来时留下的痕迹走出了这片小林子。 冬木的墓穴挖好了，当然墓碑是不必准备的，纵然有刑警保护着冬木，但他们终究不能在冬木边上永远守候下去。 第二天夜里，朝仓析也的身影又出现在横须贺。这天晚上，他穿了一件黄色羊皮上装，下着一条黑褐色的厚料裤子，口袋里放着一副与以前不同的深绿色墨镜。 “百老汇·阿培纽”上没有发现穿着制服的警察，可能埋伏着便衣，不过他们自然不会在自己身上贴上刑警的标签，所以朝仓也弄不清究竟谁是便衣警察。 今晚看来又有军舰入港了。以“百老汇·阿培纽”为中心的海军基地街，让美国水兵挤得水泄不通。现在是晚上九点半。那个在卡宾枪的弹雨中给打掉半个脑袋的今野死前说的“道明各夜总会”，就在那条离“阿培纽”和谭访神社的参拜道不远的一条路上，也是条以美国兵为对象的烟花路，如果顺着海军基地正门的方向走，这就在路尽头的右侧面。 今野说过，那些携带毒品上岸的水兵同道们只要走进那家夜总会，在台桌前坐下，就能出手毒品换回钞票了，拥挤的水兵给街道带来了一种特殊的热烈气氛。朝仓沿着街道向夜总会走去，他十分明白，那里是龙潭虎穴。 “道明各夜总会”的门面刷成了一片白色，亮着一明一暗的霓虹灯的大门口，一群戴着白色海军帽的水兵正在与穿着绿色工作服的通讯兵翘起大拇指互相辱骂着。争吵的原因大概是为了那儿一个站在一旁喷着香烟的女招待模样的日本女子。 朝仓掏出墨镜戴上，以遮住眼睛。用肩顶开装着茶色玻璃的大门，走进了夜急会。两个穿着金丝缎子制服的侍者。看清进来的朝仓是个日本人，为难地皱起了眉头，不过来者也许是个美籍日本移民的后代，于是。就卷起舌头，用洋经滨英语大声招呼道“Welcome，（欢迎）”朝仓无言地点了点头，进门是铺着紫色池毯的回廊，一个保镖模样的黑衣男子正坐在沙发上看着画报。 “Please follow me many girls much happy.”（请跟找来，有许多小妞，保你满意快活。） 一个门侍不仅楼住高出他半个头的朝仓的腰，还带着朝仓走进了回廓深处。坐在沙发里的保镖漫不经心地瞥了朝仓一眼。回廓的尽头有个衣物寄存处，朝仓对戴着眼镜的女招待做了个什么也不放的手势。 寄存处左手前边不远的地方有扇看上去十分结实的门。 “Please！（请）” 门侍弯腰打开了门，像从地下钻出来似的，爵士鼓的敲击声和高音萨克斯管的悲戚声夹着惨有毒品的香烟和雪茄烟的烟雾迎面扑来。 那种娱乐场所特有的客座上光线昏暗，比开映时的电影院还要暗。一个由五个把脸乱七八槽地涂成黑人般的颜色，并仔细地抹上一层黄油使之发出油光的人组成的爵士乐队正在舞台上演奏，屋角有一排围成马蹄型的酒吧柜台。还有一个点着灯笼，布置得像是流动摊床般的寿司柜台。只有这两个地方还谈得上有点光亮。有着夜行动物一般视力的朝仓，马上适应了昏暗的店堂。他像个常客似地径直走近屋角的长桌边。他在柜台长桌边物色着对象，可眼下只有三个大概与此夜总会订有合同的伴洋女郎。还不见有美军士兵。柜台桌里面有五个穿着白色酒吧服的招待，正带着无聊的表情并排站着。朝仓在屋角落的一张凳子上坐了下来。 “How food you want.” （要点什么？） 靠他最近的一个招待用美军士兵中流行的理语问他，“加塔……请来双份，并兑点水。” 一听是讲日语的