Chapter 4 third chapter

Koizumi hailed a "Prince" taxi, and Asakura, who was sitting in the "Blue Bird" car, bent down and waited for the blue "Prince" car to start. "Blue Bird" followed suit.There were twenty or thirty cars in the middle, "Blue Bird" insisted on getting in, and gradually shortened the distance from "Prince". Asakura looked at the metal plate hanging on the rear mirror of the car. The driver of this "Blue Bird" was named Eguchi. When he came to the second traffic light, the distance between the two cars was shortened to 30. meters or so.A dozen cars away.Just when the "Prince" car with the blue body passed the intersection, the signal light turned to yellow. Jiangkou ignored the red light and rushed through the intersection. up.

The "Prince" taxi turned left at Suda Ding and went to the shopping mall under Surugadai. Koizumi got out of the car and walked into the very crowded shopping mall.Asakura knew that the scheming Koizumi was killing time intentionally, so he asked Eguchi to stop and wait. After twelve or thirteen minutes, Koizumi walked out of the shopping mall, and this time he called a "Crown" taxi.Eguchi started the car, keeping a certain distance behind him. The place where Koizumi got off the car for the second time was the "department store" in Shinjuku, which is close to Dafeng. Seeing this, Asakura couldn't help but frown. Koizumi entered the store as an excuse, but it is impossible to judge which exit he left from. .

"Maybe this guy turned to the parking lot. If so, it might take ten minutes for the car to get there during the current rush hour." Eguchi said to Asakura. "I have no choice but to get off here, thanks for your hard work!" Asakura doubled the fare shown on the taxi meter.With a tip, the total was 1,000 yuan. He put the money on the passenger seat and got out of the car.When he straddled the iron railing, Jiangkou Yeyu's voice came from behind: "I wish you good luck." Asakura squeezed through the oncoming stream of people and walked out of the store, his sharp eyes saw Koizumi who was about to go to the underground shopping mall.

Take the escalator at Asakura Station and go down to the underground building of the store. The "department store" has two floors underground and is mainly used to sell food and cars. There is an underground passage leading directly to the horizontal parking lot across the street. Asakura saw that Koizumi was standing beside the imported wine counter where the shop assistants were scrambling to deal with customers because of the imminent war. He bought a bottle of Black Jonny worth 9,000 yen, asked the shop assistant to wrap it up, and held it in his arms. Go to the exit leading to the building parking lot.

There were few people on the underground passageway brightly illuminated by fluorescent lights, Asakura changed his mind, ran back to the first floor resolutely, and walked out of the store through an exit on the side.On the other side of the street full of people and cars, there is a department store parking lot with cars parked even on the roof. Asakura walked out of the store and stood by the exit.From this position, he could see the entrance and exit of the parking building, but he couldn't find him on the opposite side, and the passage of the parking building was a one-way street in the direction of Mitsukoshi, so every car coming out of there would have to pass by his eyes.Besides, Asakura's foothold has now become a waiting area for commercial vehicles such as "Hayiya" and "Taxi" to pick up and drop off passengers.Right now, several "taxis" were coming, got off the passengers, picked up people and drove away.It is also difficult to park a car in Shinjuku, so many people leave their own or company cars in this building-style parking lot, and take a taxi to do errands, because as long as you buy something in this department store, you can park for free for two hours , so it is still worth spending some money to take a taxi.

Asakura got into an individual taxi with the imperial "Hiloma" brand, "Wait for a friend, please accept this in addition to the taxi fare." Asakura said, he handed a one-thousand-dollar ticket to the middle-aged driver. Yuan banknotes. "It's really embarrassing. If you wait for someone, you don't have to mind. Anyway, you can't go if you want to go during this rush hour of traffic." The driver slid the "Hiloma" onto the platform for people to get on and off, and lit a cigarette.Asakura stretched his body diagonally in the back seat and stared at the entrance and exit of the parking building.Fifteen minutes later, Koizumi came out.

With an arrogant expression, he sat in the back seat of a car with a huge body and a shell made of inscription alloy steel.The car has a white license plate, not a chartered car. The private hire chauffeur was wearing no cap, but a dark suit that appeared to be made by his employer, and a pair of white gloves.The driver was a bright-eyed man who looked to be in his mid-twenties. When the "Imperial" car drove past the "Hiloma", Asakura deliberately dropped the lighter on the carpet inside the car with a "la" sound, and then bent down to look for it, so that Koizumi would not be able to find him .

Shaking the huge body, the "Imperial" car passed by slowly, and Asakura straightened up and said to the driver, "I have changed my mind, please follow this foreign car, the one who swaggered into the car just now It's the guy who scammed the bouncing check from the poor company." "It's fun to follow that kind of thing." The individual taxi driver said and drove off. The "Empire" sedan, with a body width of more than two meters and a length of nearly six meters, is almost the same size as a truck except for a small bump, so it is very inconvenient during peak hours of traffic congestion.

After 20 minutes, the "Imperial" car passed through the big iron fence connecting the east and west exits of Shinjuku to Ome Street, then immediately turned left onto Koshu Street, and then turned left onto the No. , After half a kilometer, it was another left turn.We entered Yoyogi residential street. The "Empire" car stopped on a slope between Chutai and Sangong Bridge, where a high-end condominium for sale in batches called "Sangong Manson" stood. Zhao Cang saw the car stopped, opened the door, and let the taxi drive past the apartment. After more than 200 meters, he got off the taxi.

"Sangong Manson" has a total of ten floors, and the building is about 150 meters wide. There is a small garden-like backyard behind the house, and a fountain and parking lot in the front yard of the main entrance. The apartment is surrounded by iron fences, which is so close to the shrine that you can see the dense forest in the inner garden of the shrine.He thought to himself that although it is still unclear how many rooms the suites in the apartment consist of, the selling price of each suite must be more than 10 million yen. Koizumi was not found, and he probably got out of the car and walked into the apartment.The driver drove the car into the parking lot and left. The car walked towards the passageway leading directly to the underground building of the apartment. This type of high-end apartment has facilities such as western restaurants, bars, and barber shops underground.

Judging from the rusted condition of the hinges, the iron gate of the apartment seemed to have never been closed. Asakura walked into the property of the apartment from here, and came to the parking lot. At this time, the driver had disappeared. There are white lines drawn in the parking lot, which can accommodate nearly a hundred cars, but now there are only thirty or so sparsely parked. The lights in the house were scattered yellow on the front yard, and there were street lights everywhere, but there was no one in the whole front yard. Asakura walked along the back of the parking lot to the side of the "Imperial" car. He took out a handkerchief and a small bag from his pocket. Use your hand to wrap the valve rubber nut of the left rear wheel of the car to prevent fingerprints. After removing the nut, press the tip of the knife against the valve core, and the gas in the tire will emit a "sizzling" sound. The sound leaked out. After the tire was flattened, Asakura screwed the rubber nut back to its original position, and then did the same thing to release the air from the left front tire, so the huge body of the car tilted to the left.Asakura left the "Empire" car and came to the back of the two domestically-produced cars lined up side by side on the right, not far from the "Empire" car, about ten cars away. As the cold evening wind blew, the hungry Asakura felt even more unbearable, but he stared nervously at the window of the apartment building, waiting without moving.The lights on the windows of the building are on or off, and cars stop or leave in the parking lot. The car driver hired by Koizumi finally showed up after three hours. As soon as he approached the "Imperial" car and saw the flat wheels, he immediately quickened his pace. He lightly kicked the left front and rear wheels with his leather shoes, and said Cursing loudly, he lifted the trunk lid of the car and ran towards the house. Usually there is only one spare wheel in the trunk, so he had to call the car mechanic from the car dealership. In the middle of the gate of the apartment building, the driver happened to bump into Koizumi who was going downstairs in the elevator. Asakura saw the driver pointing in the direction of the car and saying something to Koizumi.Koizumi looked tired, and lazily raised his hand to look at his watch.Back on the elevator again.The driver picked up the handset of the pay phone in the living room. When the driver returned to the side of the car, Asakura moved his body to a position where the other party could not find him. The driver opened the trunk, took out the jack to support the car, removed the two tires, replaced the spare wheel with the front wheel, and put the damaged Rolled the dead rear wheels to the front of the car, lit a cigarette, and waited anxiously. About five minutes later, a small four-wheeled "Guangming" tool truck arrived, driven by a young auto mechanic.Neither the driver nor the mechanic thought there was nothing wrong with the tire itself, so the mechanic began using a hammer and wrench to remove the tire from the rim. The sound of the repairman working was loud, and Asakura turned his eyes to the building. As expected, several windows had their curtains drawn.His gaze fell on a window near the center on the seventh floor, and two figures appeared behind the glass with the curtain slowly drawn. Due to the backlight, only the silhouettes of the two people could be seen, but for Asakura, who has animal-like keen eyesight, he would definitely be able to recognize one of them as Director Koizumi.Standing shoulder to shoulder with Koizumi was a young girl with shaggy hair and an open pajamas bodice. She was tall and had pouty lips on her well-featured, expressionless face.This left a deep impression on Asakura. The curtain was drawn immediately, and the two figures disappeared.However, Asakura has achieved his goal for tonight.He glanced horizontally at the repairman and the driver who were unloading the tires and walked out of the door of the apartment. In the morning papers the next day, there were still no reports about the discovery of four dead bodies in a villa near Guanyinzaki.This caused uneasiness in Asakura's heart, but he also felt that it was very likely that people from the Sea God Group lost contact with Sakamoto.He rushed to the beach, found the bodies of Sakamoto and others in the villa, and secretly disposed of them in horror.Asakura comforted himself like this, and rushed to the company to work as usual. Director Koizumi didn't seem to be aware of being bitten by Asakura, even if he found out, his expression would not reflect it. During the lunch break, Asakura visited the office of the Nishi Ginza Construction Company. The office is located on the 6th Street of Nishi Ginza, and it takes less than four or five minutes to walk. Nishi Ginza Construction Co., Ltd., in addition to "Sangu Manson", also operates five apartment properties for sale in downtown Tokyo, and operates group villa-style apartment sales with hot springs in the Atami and Gora areas.Asakura originally thought that the Nishi Ginza Office, as the head office, probably always had a business building, but when he opened the door, he found that he was only working on the first floor of a small leased building.At the head of the corridor is the reception room.The interior of the house is decorated in a rustic way, with rows of models of apartments on display, which look like small bonsai for handicrafts. Asakura introduced himself and said that if he had enough savings, he would like to buy a house, so he wanted to read the brochures of apartments in various places in downtown Tokyo operated by Nishi Ginza Construction Company.He used someone else's business card, and the badge of Donghe Oil Company had been hidden on the back of his shirt, so he didn't have to worry about revealing his identity. The male salesman with a bow tie saw Asakura as the kind of customer who only wanted to inquire about the market but had no intention of buying, so he just smiled lightly and handed over the brochure without urging him to sign a contract or anything. Asakura left the building without stopping, on his way back to the company.He took out the manual of "San Gong Manson", and threw the rest into the trash can. Fifteen minutes before arriving at one o'clock near the company, he turned into a small teahouse that he usually didn't go to.Open the brochure of "Sangong Manson", almost all of which are printed with color photos like oil paintings. From the first floor to the eighth floor, there are suites of different sizes with twelve tatami mats, eight tatami mats, two six tatami mats, and four and a half tatami mats.Both have a kitchen, dining room and bathroom, and the price ranges from 11 million to 12 million yen. The ninth and tenth floors have 20 tatami mats, 12 tatami mats, 2 rooms with 8 tatami mats, 6 tatami mats, and 4 and a half tatami mats. The price of a suite is 15 million to 16 million, and of course there are additional heating and cooling fees, storage fees on the second floor of the basement, parking lot rental fees, and so on.All in all, it takes 30,000 yen a month from the tenants.The rooms above six tatami are European style, and the first floor of the basement is a shop. What Asakura wanted to know was the room where Koizumi's mistress lived. Based on the floor plan of the apartment introduced by floor and the pictures seen earlier, it was speculated that it was the apartment numbered "7G", which belonged to 12 million. grade. After Asakura was familiar with the layout of the apartment and the room design of the "G" suite, he crumpled up the instruction manual and put it in his pocket. The coloring sheets also went in the trash. In the afternoon, except for making phone calls or visiting offices of other departments, Koizumi was dozing off the rest of the time, and he didn't look like he was pretending to be asleep. Although it's still not clear what name it means.But for Asakura, Koizumi, who gave a house worth 12 million yen to his mistress, and the old tree blossomed in the romantic field, is really an ideal prey, and now Koizumi has nothing in his heart Can replace that woman. The next step is to find out the origin of that woman, try every means to get close to her, and then take her into his hands.Koizumi, who made his fortune by marrying the general manager's sister-in-law, is naturally afraid that this kind of love affair will be exposed, and once it is revealed that he is not only conspiring with the general manager to embezzle the company's money, but also earning a lot of money, it will be called He was cornered.Although Asakura was intoxicated by his ruthless plan, it didn't affect his hands to keep pressing the calculator and making records. After a long day and a half, the bell for getting off work rang.He still squeezed into the subway tram with his colleagues, which made people stand unsteady. After arriving in Shibuya, he said goodbye to each other, and then took the tram back to his residence in Kamimeguro. In a cold room, the smoke from burning mackerel in the next room got in through the crack of the door. Asakura picked up a bottle of cheap whiskey, took a few sips with his mouth on the bottle, and took out the remaining three cans of whale from the cupboard. Fill the head, light the gas stove and heat it up. The whiskey was churning in his stomach, and after eating the boiled whale meat, he felt the alcohol slowly drain the veins in his body.He took off his clothes and got into bed shivering with cold.He checked the Colt automatic, the heroin that had been found on Fujia.And the hundreds of thousands of cash they got from Sakamoto and the others lay safely between the mattress and the mattress, and he couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief. Asakura remembered something that had to be dealt with before approaching Koizumi's mistress.This is Fuyuki, the driver of the "Mirio Taxi Company" who has remembered his true face, and the criminal police who are doing protection work must be evacuated from him.At the beginning, the whiskey with stamina made Asakura's nerves calm and excited at times. At seven o'clock that night, he had made up his mind to kill someone. Asakura felt that he was good at waiting for the right time, so he closed his eyes, and his thoughts went back to the mistress that Koizumi saw in the backlight.On his visual screen, Koizumi's mistress became a little bit unwell, and she was calling him with all kinds of ruthless gestures. Although Asakura was thinking to himself, "Woman, I just need to whistle and I will be fine." Fucked like crap, but he couldn't help masturbating with the imaginary woman.It's not so much a physical need.It would be better to say that the main purpose is to relax the nerves that are too tight.After the work was done, dizziness and a sense of exhaustion followed, and after this feeling gradually disappeared, he felt very clear-headed and the excitement had completely passed. For the next four hours.Asakura was lying on his back without moving, when he heard the faint eleven o'clock from the neighbor's wall clock.Just turned over and jumped off the bed. He took off all his underwear and threw them into the washing machine, wiped his body with a cold wet towel, put on new underwear, put on a pair of overalls and a faux buckskin tracksuit, and stuffed a pocket knife and a Banknotes of about ten thousand yuan.There are two flat-headed wires hidden in the hem of the overalls trousers, and a fully loaded 38-caliber rapid-fire automatic pistol is placed on the inner thigh.Then put on a pair of sneakers and walked out of the apartment. A choking smog filled the windless night sky, street lamps were scattered here and there in the residential streets, and there was a yellow halo in the smog. Asakura Tetsuya walked out of the residential street and bought a small flashlight at the bridge.Arriving at Radiation No. 4 Street, he hailed a taxi and headed for Shinjuku. I got off the taxi at the intersection of Ring Road No. 5 and Koshu Street. Shinjuku was still very noisy at 11:30 at night, but the traffic flow was much less. Asakura walked to the Toei Tramway between Shinjuku No. 2 and No. 3 Streets. He slowed down. There were very few pedestrians in this area, and cars were parked along the road. A "Bluebird" car stopped not far from him, and three men got off. They put their arms around each other's shoulders, and walked into an alley on Third Street. Asakura reflexively followed those people.The three men, clad in the neon lights of the nude studio, the hammam, spoke bad things about the hotel hostess as if she was still in front of them.At the door of a nude studio, a soliciting girl was standing. She was wearing a swimsuit and a faux fur coat, showing her lines. These three people came here.Pretending to be unsteady on purpose, he stumbled in. Asakura walked slowly past the studio and saw the three people paying the money. It seemed that they would not leave the shop within half an hour.He turned the corner quickly and walked in the direction of the Bluebird they were coming from, the solicitors of the studio or bar where the gang belonged.Seeing Asakura in fine-striped trousers and sportswear, no one came up to speak to him. The "Blue Bird" sedan is a very ordinary apple green color, and it is an unobtrusive car wherever it goes.Like the previous few times, Asakura opened the car door with a flat-head wire, connected the wire protruding from the igniter to the battery wire, and then connected the wire to the air conditioner, and then stepped on the accelerator pedal a few times. I got out of the car again and opened the engine shield, and pushed down the electromagnet to close the button below. The engine immediately roared and vibrated violently.He closed the hood and got back into the car.His demeanor was so composed that he looked exactly like he was manipulating his own car, so the drunks passing by didn't want to pay attention to him. Asakura closed the small damper and started the car. The pointer of the fuel gauge was pointing to the middle position. It would probably be no problem to run 120 to 30 kilometers with this amount of fuel. After Asakura passed Yotsuya, he drove towards Aoyama. On the way, he turned the car into the Gaien of Jingu Shrine, stopped the car without turning off the engine, and opened a baseball bag that the owner had put in the car. The vehicle inspection proved that the car was registered in the name of Dongchan Equipment Company. He memorized the contents of the vehicle inspection certificate and put it back into the baseball bag. There were also seven packs of "Peace" cigarettes in the bag, probably Winning on the pinball board. Asakura drove on the road again, he took Aoki, Roppongi, Akabanebashi, and came to the vicinity of Jinshan Bridge where the Pai Songding business office of "Milio Taxi Company" was located.In the urban area of ​​Tokyo alone, an average of 14 to 15 cars are stolen every night, so unless something like an engine failure occurs at an intersection, there is generally no need to worry about being exposed as driving a stolen car.Still, he was careful not to let the car go too fast. On the small grounds of the V.Song office, several dim fluorescent lights were lit.On the right is the training ground.The windows were dark, and there were two or three taxis in the parking lot with jacks on them, and the mechanics were adjusting the smell of the cars.On the left is the office. There are a few figures on the window. Asakura is driving slowly past the front of the business office. The shops opposite the business office are still closed. It seems that it is not good to wait for Fuyuki in this area. Ambushing there, he planned to go to the meeting place of the drivers of the "Milio" company - the Chinese restaurant in Shibaura. In front is the railway overpass of the Yamanote Main Line. Once you cross the overpass, you will be very close to the river leading to the port.In this area, warehouses and second- and third-rate trading companies are lined up. Chaocura drove along the Yinhe River for a while, turned a corner, and saw the Xinsu Bridge. The neon lights of a Chinese restaurant named "Fanglaixuan" were exposed at the bridge head, swaying on the water surface of the Yinhe River like a gutter .A boat was moored on the River Yin, tied by cables to bollards which the sailors called a "stancio."Beside the bollards stood a row of deserted taxis.Among the dozen or so cars, there was only one "Milio" and the rest belonged to other companies. Asakura parked his car at the end of the row and turned off the lights. On the frosted glass door of "Fanglaixuan", there is a 24-hour opening sign. On the left side of the door is a window displaying samples of Chinese dishes and various kinds of sashimi. Asakura sits in the car, smoking a cigarette and waiting. Then, the leftover cigarette butts were not thrown into the ashtray, but bounced into the river. After waiting for an hour, there were taxis coming in and out, but I still couldn’t see the car from Fuyuki, and some port workers also came to patronize this restaurant. It was already one o’clock, and the speed was slow because of the wind. Idling won't cause the engine to overheat.Asakura thought that if Fuyuki didn't show up until dawn, then he would go out and lay an ambush tomorrow night. At this time, he noticed that the pointer of the oil gauge was falling, and he regretted that he forgot to bring the insulated wire.He suddenly remembered that there were seven packs of cigarettes in the baseball bag, and hurriedly took them out, pulling out the tin foil used for packaging. He twisted the tin foil into a wire shape to replace the insulating wire.Then turn off the motor, and while paying attention to the door of the restaurant, let the tinfoil strip catch the wiring from the engine and the battery. After two o'clock in the morning, fewer taxis were parked.Asakura started the engine from time to time to prevent the water in the water tank from being too cold, and sometimes wiped the fog from the window glass with a handkerchief. At 2:30, a "Duke" taxi with a "Milio" sign stopped right in front of the store.About 30 meters away from the "Blue Bird" in Asakura.Asakura felt a twitch in his cheeks. Fuyuki was also driving a Cedric Duke.With his right hand, Asakura subconsciously unzipped his trousers and pulled out the pistol that was placed on his inner thigh.When he saw the young man getting off the driver's seat of the "Duke", he couldn't help but heaved a deep breath. The profile of the young driver seemed to be angry with someone, and it was Fuyuki. Just as Asakura was about to roll down the car window, he immediately stopped his thoughtless behavior.Although shooting at Fuyuki who was walking towards the restaurant unsuspectingly could be said to be like picking something out of a pocket, but it is very difficult to get out safely when the gunshots rang out here. Fuyuki put his hands in his pockets, breathed a sigh of relief, pushed the car door with his shoulders, and walked into the shop.Asakura felt dry saliva sticky in his mouth.Holding a handkerchief in his left hand, he wiped all the places he touched to avoid leaving fingerprints, and then stared at the frosted glass door of "Fang Lai Xuan".Every time the door opened, Asakura's heart skipped a beat.About half an hour later, Fuyuki came out. He pushed the brim of the hat with his hands, and put the hat on the back of his head again. While fumbling for the car keys in his pocket, he returned to his car.It seems that he did not pay attention to the possession of Asakura's car. Asakura started the engine at the same time Fuyuki started the car.As soon as the "Duke" car hit the road, the "Blue Bird" also drove out. Asakura turned on the headlights.Seeing Fuyuki turn around and look back.At the end of the road along the Yinhe River, there is another Yinhe River. Turn right and there will be a water police station. If Fuyuki realizes that someone is following him, he will probably run to the water police station at full speed. Fuyuki turned his face back to the front, it seems that He was hesitating, when Asakura suddenly turned off the lights and stepped on the gas pedal, the car rushed up to overtake the "Duke" car, Asakura hit the front of the car, slanted to stop the car, the road was only as wide as the auxiliary road . Fuyuki slammed to a stop, and the front bumper almost hit the back door of the "Blue Bird". Shiokura hid his right hand holding the pistol behind his back, opened the door on the side of the passenger seat and got out of the car. On the right side of the road is a row of dark warehouses, and on the left is the Yinhe River where no boats come and go. The wind blows on the face like a needle-like pain. "What the hell are you eating?" Fuyuki also got out of the car cursing, holding a monkey wrench in his right hand, probably a weapon for fighting. "You're talking!" Fuyuki yelled and bit again, putting on an aggressive posture. Asakura walked towards Fuyuki without saying a word. "Bastard! If you really want to make a fuss, go to the police station. A car with a white license plate can't be so unreasonable!" At this point, Fuyuki suddenly became dumb, and the expression on his face suddenly changed, his eyes widened , It seems to make people feel heartbroken. "You still remember my appearance!" Asakura who stood in front of Fuyuki whispered. "No, I don't remember, although I can't figure out what's going on. But please forgive me this time. It's my fault." Fuyuki's face had lost all color, and the monkey wrench fell to the ground, knees first She shivered comically, and then even the muscles in her face trembled, and her teeth chattered.He had to get enough of the fear.Asakura showed the pistol hidden behind his back, and slowly moved the muzzle towards Fuyuki's eyebrows. Fuyuki's eyes were fixed between his brows, fixed on the muzzle of the gun that symbolized the passage of death, he let out a strange cry from the depths of his throat, sat down slumped, and then lay on the ground. Asakura grinned silently, and touched Fuyuki's wrist with his left hand, as well as his pulse.Appears to be just passed out.He looked at the taxi with the passenger door open. The engine had been turned off, but the key was still inserted in the ignition switch hole.He pulled out the key and used it to open the trunk lid. In the trunk were spare wheels, dry jacks, toolboxes, small red flags, a pair of rain boots, rough hemp rope for traction, and a bundle of luggage for packing. The thin rope, he rolled up the thin rope and took it out. Asakura moved the unconscious Fuyuki into the taxi, bound his hands and feet with a rope, and parked his car neatly on the left side of the road.Then wipe off the fingerprints. Back in the taxi, I cut a few lengths of rope with a knife and carefully tied Fuyuki's hands and feet again. There was a piece of sheepskin on the dashboard, and I used it to block Fuyuki's mouth.Putting on Fuyuki's hat and putting his driver's license in his pocket, he stuffed the immobile Fuyuki into the trunk of the taxi, and picked up the monkey wrench that had fallen on the ground.Sit in the driver's seat. Asakura opened the trunk lid and pulled out the key from the ignition hole, so the radio in the car stopped working.At this time, he heard a very low sound similar to the chirping of beetles in autumn, and his expression immediately became tense. The sound came from under the seat of the deputy seat. Asakura turned on the lights in the car, lifted the passenger seat to look for it, peeled off the covered leather and found a semiconductor radio-like thing under the spring, Asakura lifted it lightly, and saw the carpet in the car Also shrugging, he rolled up the carpet.I saw that the semiconductor-like device had a wire hidden under the carpet, and the other end was directly connected to the car antenna erected on the fender. Asakura unplugged the wire, picked up the thing, it turned out to be a small radio signal device, the switch was only in the "ON" position.This discovery really took him by surprise. This thing was probably installed here by the Metropolitan Police Department or the search headquarters, so that when the Xing Jing who served as the guard was not around, he could use the signal device to keep abreast of what happened to Fuyuki. Asakura pressed the switch to the "OFF" position.Quickly wiped off his fingerprints, jumped out of the taxi, opened the trunk, tied his hands and feet to Fuyuki, who was still awake, and moved him to the back seat of the "Blue Bird". Without putting the keys back in the Duke, he started the engine of the Bluebird, with the pistol in his belt, slammed the clutch, and the car shot forward.He suddenly remembered that he was still wearing a Fuyuki hat on his head, so he pulled the gear lever with one hand, opened the window next to the passenger seat with the other, and threw the hat into the black and turbid river. After crossing the Nanyi Bridge, turn right, and when he was approaching Hongkou, Tokyo, he heard the shrill police siren, so he stopped the car at the other end of the road, turned off the headlights, leaned on the seat, and watched the police car speed past . Chao Cang seemed to be blessed by the gods, he skillfully avoided traffic arteries and police duty stations, and drove for more than two hours.Fuyuki has woken up from a coma.Asakura removed the upholstered backrest of the rear seat, flipped Fuyuki off the floor of the compartment, and then covered Fuyuki with the upholstered backrest. After making a full circle, I crossed the Tamagawa River in Daocheng, south of Chofu, and arrived here, but the sirens were no longer to be heard.Asakura deliberately chose a field road or a mountain road and drove another five kilometers. When he arrived at Ikuta, where Fuyuki's tomb was being prepared, he drove very cautiously. The journey took about half an hour.He didn't want to spoil what he had done so far by being careless.From the back of the Spring and Autumn Garden, he came to the hill that stood in front of the valley where the tomb was located, because at this time, there were no cars passing by on the gravel road in front. Asakura parked the car at the edge of a crop field at the foot of the hill.He picked up Fuyuki and got out of the car.Regardless of the stuff in his mouth, Fuyuki continued to let out indistinct whimpers and struggled desperately.Asakura ignored it and carried the Fuyuki, which weighed about 120 jin, across the field ridge.Walking towards the mountains, Fuyuki wanted to hit Asakura with his head several times. The hill was covered with dense shrubs and intertwined branches. The slope up the mountain was very steep. It was tiring enough to climb up the mountain with bare hands, not to mention carrying a living person. Asakura climbed up as if he was on all fours. He put down several times. Fuyuki breathed heavily and rested his strength.Going up the hillside and crossing the weed-covered platform, it seemed much easier. Asakura carried the fuyuki down to the valley-like swamp. He turned on the flashlight and held it in his mouth. The light from the flashlight was dim The small dense forest full of weeds and vines at the end of the swamp was clearly illuminated. He approached the small forest with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the muddy water of the swamp did not reach his feet.Fuyuki seemed to have passed out again, lying motionless on his shoulders. Asakura zigzags back and forth to the depths of Kobayashi, his throat smokes from thirst, the corners of his mouth are scratched by the flashlight, grass and vines catch Fuyuki from time to time, and Asakura almost falls to the ground several times.Walked fifty meters.He came to the small open space, where the hole that Asakura dug a few days ago was still intact, and he threw Fuyuki beside the hole.Fuyuki let out a painful moan from his nose, opened his eyes Asakura took the flashlight from his mouth, and took out the sheepskin from Fuyuki's mouth. He moved his shovel to Fuyuki who was squatting on the ground. Fuyuki seemed to be numb and couldn't control his mouth anymore. "No matter how much you shout here, no one will hear you, so just cry loudly, don't be polite." Asakura said, he tapped Fuyuki's cheek lightly with his shovel.Fuyuki was stunned for a while, and then began to cry heart-piercingly, tears mixed with muddy water.His face was smeared, and he was crying and his bound hands and feet were struggling, trying to escape. When Fuyuki's howling subsided, Asakura asked in a steady tone, "How much did you tell the police about me?" "Newspapers are those published in newspapers." Fuyuki said out of breath. "Did you help them get my mock photo?" Asakura asked again, but he didn't know if the police were making his own mock photo. "I helped. But, you, I can't remember the face of Mr. Guest. So no matter what, I still can't get a picture." Seeing that Fuyuki was about to faint from fright again. "How much do the police know about me?" "I don't know! I don't know anything..." Fuyuki yelled and passed out again. There's not much point in interrogating him any longer, so Asakura untied the rope that bound Fuyuki's body, and stripped off his clothes so that his identity would not be clear.He hacked Fuyuki's face completely disfigured with the shovel, threw it into the hole, and filled it with earth.He looked at his watch when he came out to the marsh with the Fuyuki stuff and the shovel. It was five o'clock in the morning. If it was summer, it would be dawn at five o'clock in the morning, but in this cold and windy season, it was still dark at this time. Asakura climbed over the hill from the valley and returned to the stolen "Blue Bird" car. He sat down on the seat, lit a cigarette, covered the cigarette butt with his palm, and took a deep breath.车内很冷，而外边更是寒气逼人，车窗上已结上了一层薄霜。他打开车窗，把一截烟头弹了出去，浑身冷得直打哆嗦。他启动车子往山丘里侧开去。 经过那片属于分批出售地产的山坡空地时，看到了屈指可数的几幢房子，都是农户的住宅。开过一个还未竣工的蓄水池，就不见有房子了。 路面相当窄，凸突着的岩石和树根，车子像要给震得散架似地蹦跳着，轴轮弹簧发出了阵阵哀鸣声。朝仓不时停住车。走进路边杂木林深处。将冬木的物品分散抛在茂密的灌木丛中，穿出山丘花了二十来分钟，途中既不见行人，也没遇到汽车。 出山后，又穿过了两个小村落，再走一小段路，就到了厚木大街，朝仓往右调转车头，沿着大街向厚木市方向驶去。 厚木大街这一段也不是沥青路面，一支大型卡车的车队开上了右边，看来司机还在打磕睡，朝仓不得不屡屡踏着急刹，拼命按响喇叭。进人大和市区时，天已大亮，路上车辆也多起来了，朝仓把车拐入与厚木大街交会的十六号中央公路，前往横洪。 这条公路曾是驻日美军的军用道路，现在也还是日美行政共管公路，路况极佳。在这平坦坚固的沥青路上，朝仓以时速八十公里的速度疾驶而行。那些去立川或横田方向的美军军用汽车开得更快，时速在一百公里以上，呼啸着从朝仓车边掠过。 朝仓开着车，不时打横洪辅助公路的横俱市区出人口边上擦过，虽到了大和后耗油量减少，但油量计的指针已落到了零点，油箱里只剩下二三公升了。辅助线的出人口上，停着一串赶去上班的汽车。在等待放行信号。朝仓取道保土谷，过了反叮，他把车子停在一块空地上，清除了自己留下的所有痕迹，就丢下这部偷来的“蓝鸟”牌轿车，步行到横沂火车站。 车站上挤满了公司职员、学生和工人，混杂不堪。朝仓在车站售货亭买丁份晨报，随着人群，走进了东横支线的检票口，由于是七点之前，电车内还不算太挤，朝仓把报纸析成四叠，飞快地翻阅起来，报上没有关于冬木遭绑架的报道。这，究竟是报道没能赶上晨报的发稿，还是警察当局有意扣下报道，抑或这是神奈川县的地方报纸的缘故。朝仓推测着，反而为之焦燥不安起来。 到了中目黑上车的人多起来了，朝仓下了电车，在车站的小的桌旁，深深地低头说道。 “我刚才还在想，你迟到可真是少见。啊，虽然跑了一个球，但全勤奖还在么，你可要打起精神嗽。” 金子爽快地点了点头。 “你不是喝多了吧？” 粕谷股长开了句玩笑，朝仓向他抱歉似地搔搔头，在自己的位置子上坐下。 “真可惜，把从不迟到的记录给砸了，你毕竟还是个人吧？”同事石田眉开眼笑她说。 “我还想睡哪！”朝仓反唇相讥地答道，他振作了一下，掀开帐册把苦笑掩饰过去。快到不必再保待那种兢兢业业的职员形象的时候了。 今天虽是星期六，但为了显得在弥补迟到的过失，朝仓下班后仍留在办公室将手头的扫尾工作做完。待他从办公桌和电话中解脱出来时。折磨了他一整天的睡意，已完全消失了，精神为之一爽。在回家的电车上。他看了晚报，有关冬木的新闻报道没有什么新变化。一回到住处，他把放着坂本等人现金的钱包和福家的那一小包海洛因装进西装内袋，返身来到街上，叫了辆出租又去了涩谷。在宫益坂的都营电车车库边上。有一家名叫“美松屋”的男子高级服装店，广告上说立等可取，还自吹是东京最快的服装店。 朝仓走进了“美松屋”，店堂并不宽散，不过都备有各种上等衣料，还摆了三十个套着半成品西装的橱窗模特儿。他边走边看，注意力让一件深褐色的轻便西装吸引住了，衣服的褶子因折光角度不同而忽紫忽绿地闪着柔光，走近一看，包括做工费一套共是七万九千日元。 一个斜着眼观察朝仓举动的店员。点头哈腰地走了过来，“您意下如何？我看这个挺合适的……” 他搓着手说。“多少时间可做好？” “放料之后还要二小时，这段时间您可在里面的休息室看看电视。” "How much?" "What!" “就是价格。” “请稍候，我去跟老板商量一下。” 店员说完就消失在缸栽橡胶树的后面。过了一会，他和一个瘦骨峨峋的店老板一起走了出来。老板手里提着一把磨得油光铿亮的算盘，他好象正在用饭，嘴角还枯着汤汤水水。 老板对朝仓轻轻点头致意，扫了一眼朝仓面前的那件衣服，煞有介事的拨弄起算盘。 “好歹是块英国的料子。这可是最低的价了呢。” 他说着将算盘伸到朝仓眼前，从珠子的位置看，是七万五千日元。 “可以。请马上就给做吧。” “承您关照本店。那，请这边走。”店员打开了房间边上的一道门。 门后是一间十五榻榻米大小欧式风格的接特室，沙发放置有致，一些报刊杂志插在报架上，屋角有一台十八英寸的电视机，另一端拉着一道帘，店员打开电视机开关，跟朝仓寒喧着。这时进来了一个身着西装背心的事务员。 “因为要给您绣上名字，所以请告知姓名。”店员对朝仓说。 “叫寺田，不过……”朝仓随口编了个假名，又说，“没有必要缝上名字吧，要是有了名字进当铺就有点麻烦了。” “先生您可真会开玩笑！” 店员象女人似地用手捂住嘴巴笑了。事务员请朝仓走进挂着帘慢的隔间。朝仓进去后脱去外套，伸开双臂站好。 “您的体魄真捧极了，胸围一米二十，这在此店还是头一个。” 事务员量着身穿长袖衬衫和衬裤的朝仓的尺寸，由衷地赞叹道。 “您有什么特殊的要求吗？” “请把左袖腋下放得大些。” "You mean..." “我这个人是玩具枪迷，买了把模拟手枪，就挂在左腋。” “是这样，我是个无线电遥控摩托艇迷。夏天休假日老是去多摩川河——我这就给您做。那么请您在此处休息休息。”事务员指着接待室。 朝仓麻利地穿上外套。去接待室的沙发上坐下，桌子上已摆着一杯热气腾腾的咖啡，电视屏幕上，一群少年歌手正像动物园里的猴子似地乱蹦乱跳。看了看手表，刚过七点，他把频道旋扭转到了NHK台，正在播送政治新闻，画面上是政客的特写镜头，接着就是社会新闻，出现了放大的冬木的照片，照片已经褪色了。播音员说道“密里奥出租汽车公司”的司机冬木，昨夜被人绑架，后就失去了音讯，冬木曾见过那个可能是杀死共立银行大手叮分行现金押运员，劫走一千八百万日元的罪犯的人，这次绑架冬木有可能与共立银行一案是同一人所为，搜查本部在冬木驾驶的出租汽车中装有无线电报话器，但遗憾的是未能听到案犯的声音，录音中也没有案犯的声音。播音员又呼吁市民提供线索。如果有人在今晨二时以后见到过冬木，请立即与最近的派出所或警察署联系。 电视转到其它新闻上去了。朝仓关小音量，坐回沙发。尽量伸开身子。如果冬木在“公爵”牌汽车外面吵嚷时。我的声音没被警察方面监听到，这一点是真实的话，那就可以高枕无优了。这究竟是不是圈套呢？朝仓继续想着当时我说的话很短，而且声音压得极低，加上马达的轰鸣声，自然也会淹没我的声音。朝仓一口气喝了半杯咖啡，把手伸向报架，心中轻松得想吹阵口哨。报架上有五六册常见的杂志，其它主要是男性时装杂志。还有几本汽车月刊。朝仓取了本最新一期的《******》随手翻了起来。 这是一本面向汽车迷的调整车辆指南和介绍外国体育赛车路上行车性能试验方面的杂志。当朝仓快要翻到卷末时他的手停住了，这里有一个栏目，叫老读者的爱车周旋会。这一栏共有十页，其中分为“愿意出售或希望买入”、“以车换车”、“愿意出租”、“希望借到”等等项目，还为那些不怕受到讥笑的人辟了一个“希望白送”的项目，在这上面登广告不必出钱，是杂志社为读者提供的免费服务。 朝仓的眼睛落在“愿意出租”这项上。到出租汽车店去借车，自然不行，那种车子挂着让人一眼就可看出的“水”字牌照，但总得要借辆有钥匙的可自由支配的汽车。他选中了从介绍上看来还算合适的汽车，便将车主的地址和电话号码抄在笔记本上。一共是三辆。 他打开房门来到店堂。先前那个店员恭敬地迎了上来：“有何盼咐……” “有点事要办，出去一会儿。”朝仓说。 “马上就做好了，您是否……” “没关系，就回来。这是押金，以免你担心。”朝仓从钱包中取出一张一万元的钞票。 “这可实在……我马上给您开发票。”店员收下钞票，满脸堆笑地说。 “你以为我付不起钱吗？用不着开发票。” 朝仓冷冷地说。黝黑端正的脸上掠过一丝怒意，他不容店员插嘴，就迈步跨出了店门。他到附近的一家茶馆，按着笔记本上抄下的地址打了电话，“胜利”牌的美国车和“日光”牌的英国车的主人都回话已经租出去了。于是他拨了最后一辆M·G·A牌汽车主人的电话号码，那个人在杂志中写了一段很有点文采的介绍：1961年型的M·G·A，八十马力、无缝钢篷，行走一万三千英里，引擎绝佳，求取得执照三年以上者，每日租金六千日元，愿者面谈。住址是麻布笑叮七十义新式麻布公寓七〇二号，车主叫小竹。接电话的是个声音娇滴滴的姑娘。 “我见了《******》杂志上的广告。”朝仓说。 “请稍候啦。” 姑娘说了，接着，话简里传来了一个年轻男子的声音，听上去他是在竭力装出一副流里流气的腔调。 “是小竹，关于M·G·A汽车有什么事啊？” “我想租它。” “那么，现在来好吗？我这阵子一步也动不了。”电话挂断了。 从涩谷到异叮，坐出租还用不了五分钟，朝仓在新式麻布公寓前面下了车。 虽然与小泉为情妇提供的住所“参宫曼赴”相比，这幢新式麻布公寓显得寒渗多了，但它作为高级公寓，倒也并无愧色。朝仓注意到公寓的停车场是建在地下的。他乘电梯到了七楼，找到七〇二号房间。他发现门上装着内线自动通话器，于是就按了按开关。 “是哪位？”是那个姑娘的声音。 “就是刚才打来电话的。” “请进，门没锁。”换成了男子的声音。 房间相当宽敞，暖气热得让人出汗，起毛的绒地毯上散乱地扔着苏格兰威士忌的酒瓶和脏盘子，屋子的右侧摆着张双人床，一个右足裹着石膏的男子穿着睡袍，斜靠在床架上，看上去有二十三四岁，一副轻薄相。他的边上是一个十八九岁的姑娘，下穿超短裙，上身披了件粗纹布运动装，里面什么也没穿，正仰面躺着啃一根腊肠。 “是啊，这模样是无法出门的。”朝仓笑了笑说。 “没办法罗。跟你直说了吧，我大醉之后在朝露的奥林匹克街上开飞车，懂到一堆石子上去了，捧了个底朝天的M·G·A小修了一下就没事了，可我却还在受这份洋罪。” 小竹挤眉弄眼地说。 “好吧，三天一万五千日元如何？”朝仓开了个价。费用是高了点，但这是一种“投资”，要接近小泉的情妇，总得花钱。 “押金就不用了，要是车子有损伤，先生可得付修理费，若到期不还，我就向警察署报案，希望能看到你'完璧归赵'。”小竹傲慢地说。 “这我保证！”朝仓按捺住内心的怒火答道。小竹这种人是剥了皮还会跳三跳的。 “啊，在一手交钱一手交验车证和钥匙之前，为慎重起见，请先生把驾驶执照让我看看。”小竹不耐烦似地说道。 看来只有拿出驾驶执照，朝仓走近床边，递了过去。 那个黄头发的姑娘把腊肠扔在地板上。她虽然做出对朝仓不感兴趣的样子。抚弄着小竹敞露在睡袍间少肉的胸部，一边却若无其事地向朝仓暗送秋波。她自以为染出了一头金发，而在朝仓看来。却实在像株褪了色的高粱。 小竹朝姑娘额首示意，姑娘伸直给超短裙缠住的大腿，不情愿地下了床。从朝仓手中接过执照，傻呼呼地朝他做了个媚眼，然后将执照交给小竹。 “给我把笔记本拿来。”小竹朝床边噜了噜嘴。 “别抖威风啦，我的少爷！”姑娘嘟浓着，装模作样地扭着臀部到侧橱取来笔记簿和德国勃朗金笔。 小竹把执照上的姓名、年龄等抄在笔记本上，像审讯似地问道：“你的职业？” “我并没什么职业怕名声不好听，就自称是个公司职员，其实只是搞点翻译混饭吃而已。”朝仓回答道。 “是这样，总之，只要你别赖帐，其他方面我都无所谓。”小竹说着侧起身子，从侧橱抽屉中取出验车证和钥匙，连同朝仓的驾驶执照一起递了过去。 朝仓收下这些东西后，把一万五千日元放在侧橱上，“请开张收据。” “这自然。现在是七点五十分，要是没在三天后的八点之前完整无损地把车送回家，丑话可说在前头，你是没好果子吃的。”小竹一脸不高兴地写着收据。 “我说，你在此之前摆弄过运动型轿车没有？”他鄙夷地将收据递给朝仓。 “'海勒'或'胜利'的什么倒是驾驶过……虽不清楚M·G·A这档车子算不算得上赛车，我可参加过出国比赛的考试。”朝仓不慌不忙地回敬了一句。 “你口气倒不小。”小竹瞪了朝仓一眼，可一碰上朝仓那双带着难以名状的威逼感的眼睛。不由得把视线避开，命令姑娘：“把他带到车子那儿去。” “别嚷嚷，我听得见！”她噜着嘴，披上一件人造毛皮的大衣，给朝仓打了个飞眼走了。 朝仓跟在后面出了房间。小竹冲着他的背影说：“你得在讲好的时间把车还我。” 朝仓和姑娘一起上了自动电梯，她按了B楼的按钮，朝仓问道：“他年纪轻轻，却挺有派头的，是干哪行商务的？” “他的老爷子是个九州农民出生的议员。他呀，现在还是水学生，受伤之后我一出去，他就要吃醋，真叫人受不了。撇开那小子，我们一起出去逛逛好吗？”姑娘抓住朝仓的胳膊，看来她很乐意碰碰粗壮有力的肌肉。 “实在遗憾，小妞，已经有了个约会，就请另找机会吧。”朝仓涎脸笑着说。 “你看不上我啊！”她拧了朝仓一把。 电梯停在了地下二层，走出电梯，朝仓看到在通道的对面徘列着三十来辆汽车，是公寓住户专用的停车场。在出口边的一间小屋里，值班员抬起了头，看上去是个勤工俭学的学生，正在翻一本色悄杂志。 “就是那辆银灰色的。” 姑娘指了指小竹的汽车，走进了值班员的房间。朝仓走到硬顶的M·G·A边上。踢了踢车轮，气相当足。车门上没有把手。他就将有机玻璃的侧窗滑开，探手从里面打开车门，埋身坐在皮制的序斗式驾驶座上。眼前经过磨砂处理的仪表盘上，各种仪器安装得很科学，看来刚才付这笔钱是合算的。虽说座椅过低，离脚踏板也过远，但这种驾驶位置对高个子朝仓来说，倒挺合适。 他把驾驶执照放回自己的口袋，把验车证放进装在车门上的小袋里，然后将钥匙插入点火开关，放电很厉害，拉了拉起动器开关，到第三次时引擎转动起来了。空转不太均匀，看来除了发动机过冷外。这也是高速运转型引擎的特别之处。 在值班室内，那个姑娘一边与值班员神聊，一边故意卖弄着风骚。朝仓听见值班员发出了不自然的笑声。乘着给引擎升温的当儿，他熟悉了一下各种开关，又调了调广角反光镜的角度，发动机保持在二千转，他放松了离合器踏板，憋住气，等待着，车子猛然启动带来的冲击力，但一点反应也没有，汽车平平稳稳地开动了。他朝正在值班室偷闲的姑娘打了个招呼，开着车出了地下停车场，车道从地下一层边上通过，直接上到公寓的前庭。来到了车来人往的街上，这辆车的变速功能仍显得十分出色，他加大油门，引擎达到了六千转，指示器上亮起了表示极限的红灯，虽然只放在低档，但马上就超过了时速一百公里，这可是交通规则的限度。他把车开到青山六号街的商业区，走进了一家进口货商店。 朝仓在这家店里买了这样一些东西：袜子、皮鞋、运动衬衫、皮带、汽体打火机，外加一包“肯特”牌香烟。那只渴望已久的“劳伦克斯”日历自动手表，终于还是放弃了。不过，就这些，也已基本上凑齐了接近小泉的情妇所需的道具。 青山六号街离涩谷宫益坂的都营电车车库仅一箭之遥，他将车停在靠车库的单行线上。把买来的东西放进汽车尾箱，回到了“美松屋”侣良装店。 这时将近九点，帘门已关了一半，店员一见到进门的朝仓，脸上立刻显出这下总算可以打洋了的表情，说道：“正在等您，已经做好了，请试试衣服。” 店员把朝仓领进了接待室，事务员也正等在那里，朝仓到布帘后面，穿上那套刚完工的英国料子的西装，对着穿衣镜活动了一下身子，虽然紧了一点，却并无瘦窄之感。 “做工挺不错，大小蛮好。” “谢谢，谢谢。”事务员点着头说。 朝仓把钱付足，店员还絮絮叨叨地请他留下电话，有什么要做请尽量吩咐朝仓胡编了一个大阪的地址，挟起装着衣眼的纸袋离开了这家服装店。 他开车转到行人稀少的地平台住宅区，换上刚买的衬衫和皮鞋，再穿上刚作好的西装，取出袋子里的东西，把换下的衣物放进了尾箱，撕下笔记本上记有联系租车内容的那页烧掉，把已经空了的服装袋扔进垃圾箱。然后。驱车前往参宫桥，小泉的情妇就住在那附近。 十层楼的“参宫曼逊”耸立在霭霭暮色之中，七楼那间“7G”房间的阳台和百叶窗上。都透出了灯光。朝仓把车停在公寓前庭那块宽广的停车场上，望着公寓的正门，从皮夹中取出装有海洛因的小包。没有发现小泉的“帝国”牌轿车。他从“肯特”烟盒中拿出一支白色过滤嘴香烟，借着停车场上暗淡的路灯灯光，用小刀将烟卷的烟丝挑出三分之一左右再填入十分之一克的海洛因，他做得十分小心，直担心把烟丝给搞破了，最后将烟丝塞回原处。这项工作做起来比原先想的要难得多，花了二十分钟才弄完一支。在这当儿，有十多个人进出了公寓，但没有见到小泉的情妇。他接着把海洛因装进另一支香烟，熟能生巧，这支只花了十五分钟，第三支就更快了。 深夜十一点，朝仓已在十支香烟里装了海洛因，这时一辆绿色出租车开到公寓的门前停下，一个身穿制服的司机下车走进了大门。朝仓远远地看到他在大厅的一角拿起了电话话筒。司机通完话后回到车边，只见“7G”房间窗上的灯光消失了，朝仓微笑着发动了汽车，他轻轻踏下油门，用中档转速加热引擎。 不一会，自动电梯送下了一个手提保龄球兜袋的年轻女子，身着女式西裤和淡黄色的羊皮运动装。正是小泉的情妇。她坐进了出租汽车，车子绕过前庭的喷水池开走了，朝仓紧跟了上去夜深车稀，又给跟踪这个女人添了几分乐趣。 绿色出租车在赤坂离宫附近的赤坂滚球场停住，这是幢盖着三角形屋顶的现代派建筑，她下了车。滚球场的边上有个收费停车场，不过。广告牌上写着下午八时之后对持有滚球场记者免费停车。 朝仓看清那个女子走入球场的房子，就把车子开进了停车场。从值班员那里拿了张停车证。找了个空档停下车，又在车内呆了五分钟，然后走出停车场来到滚球场入口处。门旁写着各种费用的数目，营业到凌晨三点。 屋内装着暖气，左边是问询处、小卖部、西餐厅之类，右边就是球场，二楼设有休息室、淋裕间和土耳其浴室。 球场有三十个投球道，全部安装着自动拢瓶器。场内一片清脆响亮的木瓶给撞击倒地的声音，将近八成的球道已有人了。朝仓飞快地搜寻着那个女子，她正在第十九号球道，羊皮外套已经脱去，只穿了一件毛衣，二十号的球道还空着。 问询处有一台自动收款器，后面是一排出租皮靴的架子，朝仓付了订球道费的五百日元，租靴、租球各五十日元，又把一张一千元的钞票折成四叠，丢进眼务员的衣袋，说道：“我要二十号球道。” “知道了。靴子穿几号的？”服务员徽笑着将记分表交给朝仓。 “十一文半。” 朝仓接过服务员从架上取下的滚球靴，向放了几百个球的搁架上走去。在此之前，他总共只到过滚球场二三次，还是个新手，不过对基本方法倒已有所了解，平均能打出一百四十分，他在搁架上选了最重的十六磅球，拿着球走到二十号球道后面，十九号球道与二十号共用一张记分桌，他看到小泉的情妇在记分牌上签了“永井京子”的名字，于是就在边上自己的记分牌上签了倔田的假名，然后在记分桌后的排椅上坐下。 朝仓一边换上滚球靴，一边观察看近在咫尺地正在助跑投球的京子，由于运动，她的脸显得红润皎洁，身上散发出青春的气息，与