Chapter 5 Chapter Four

Along the fence, there was a gentle uphill road, Asakura went around to the back of Isokawa's house, the dog inside the wall followed his footsteps and barked. Chao Cang turned the corner and walked a hundred and fifty meters, and saw a back door recessed in the wall, opposite the door was a small jungle.Across a gravel road six meters wide.He burrowed into a thick layer of rotting leaves, and the dogs probably thought that the people outside the wall had gone far away, so they stopped barking. Asakura pulled out his knife, cut off a nearby branch, plucked off the branch, and whittled it into a stick six to seventy centimeters long.As he approached the back door with the stick, the dog barked again.He thought that if the door had an iron bolt inside, it would be a bit troublesome.Going over to see, there is a lock installed on the outside. Chaocang took out the wire and stuffed it into the keyhole.The lock was unlocked, and Asakura put down the wire, pressed his face against the concrete wall, and listened quietly.

It didn't look like someone was in ambush inside, so he held a stick in his right hand and pushed it hard with his left shoulder. The door rang a few times, and a gap was exposed. He opened the door a third, squeezed in sideways, and then walked through Close the door inside. The backyard is a piece of miscellaneous woods and bamboo thickets that have not been man-made, stretching as far as the eye can see, Asakura's eyes are also keen in the dark, he can distinguish the path leading to the forest.At this time.The barking of the dog became louder and louder, with obvious aggression, and suddenly turned into a deep roar. There was a commotion in the bamboo forest, and the low bamboo branches were broken one after another. Sticking to the fence, sticking a stick across the chest, assuming a posture ready to parry at any time.It was three black and tan English muskies, their eyes glowing green, and they dogged Asakura silently.The dog in the front leaped up and rushed towards Asakura's throat like a black panther. Asakura turned around and swung the stick.Sweeping across the dog's head, the stick shattered the dog's celestial cap, and it flew five meters away with a muffled sound, hitting the trunk of a beech tree, and its brains spewed out immediately.The fate of the other two dogs was similar. When the third dog was picked up, the stick in his hand was broken.Probably with too much force, the last dog was almost decapitated as if cut by a sharp knife.

Chao Cang threw away the half of the wooden stick in his hand and looked at his body. Fortunately, there was no dog blood on his clothes.But the surrounding ground and tree trunks were covered with blood.The thin glove on the right hand was frayed by the wooden stick and was slightly torn.He found another path along the inner side of the wall, and he pushed aside the branches and walked into the forest. Passing through the forest and bamboo bushes, in front of it is a large grassland overgrown with weeds.It is uneven, and there are some pavilions built in the grass. From here, you can clearly see the English-style building with an antique brick chimney. It is a two-story building and the terrain is slightly lower.There is also a forest in front of the building, which extends to the main entrance. The trees are so dense that it is difficult to see the movement there, but the park opposite the house has a panoramic view.

Asakura stood at the end of the bamboo grove and spent ten minutes observing Isokawa’s house. The lights on the first floor were still on, but the curtains had been drawn. He followed the same path back to the back door and walked outside the fence. , patted the dust off his body, and walked straight to the "Broadway Hotel". In the lobby of the hotel, many people were idly watching the big-screen TV, almost all of them were American soldiers.The waiter who opened the door saw Asakura dressed in fashion, opened the door respectfully, Asakura nodded at him, went straight to the sofa next to the public telephone booth in the lounge and sat down, a middle-aged waiter left Come over, Asakura ordered: "Coffee with brandy."

"Yes." The waiter said and walked away. Asakura took off his sled raincoat and threw it on the sofa, went into the phone booth, opened the phone book, found the number of Isokawa House, threw a few coins into the coin slot, and touched the keyboard.He never took off his gloves. "Hello, hello." A young woman's voice came from the receiver, like a servant. "Is Mr. Isokawa at the house?" Asakura asked. "Excuse me, who are you?" "Sorry, I'm Kamikawa from the political news department of the 'A' newspaper." "Wait a moment, sir's secretary is here."

said the maid.After a while, a young man's cold voice came, "I'm Secretary Ueki, what can I do with Mr.?" "I want to see Mr.. Collect some report materials. Is he at the house?" Asakura said softly. "Sir, I'm tired and I don't see anyone. How about going to the city council tomorrow to see him?" The secretary paused, then murmured, "You are Mr. Shen Chuan. ..." "Because of the adjustment of the team, I just transferred there from the Xueyi News Department, so this is my first interview in the Political Department." "..."

"I know it's very impolite to interrupt at such a time, but even though I'm still a novice, I also know that my husband is a busy man, and it's hard to see him if he doesn't come to the door at night. Just interrupt for a while, please. Just pick up It's okay to talk on the phone." Asakura kept talking. "You are quite polite in terms of your choice of words, but nine times out of ten newspaper reporters are the ones who refuse to let go." The secretary muttered. "Wait a minute, I'll ask Mr. "Thank you very much." After waiting for a while, the voice of a telephone switch rang, followed by a voice that sounded like a storyteller: "I'm Isokawa, um...?"

"I'm Kamikawa from 'A' newspaper, sorry for the interruption at night. I'd like to visit my house now, but..." "Well, I have nothing to talk about." "That's what happened. I plan to start a series of side stories about "Creating a New Japanese" next month. I would like to ask Mr. Zhang to start." "Don't make fun of the old people. No one should watch the things about a bad old man like me." Although Isokawa said so, his tone was so cheerful that it was almost nasty, and there was a rough man in it laughter. "Where, where, Mr.'s vigorous social activities are obvious to all citizens of this county. Tonight, I would like to invite Mr. to talk about the anecdotes and anecdotes of your teenage years that contributed to your achievements today." Asakura spoke carefully. And fluent.

"That's it, then please come as soon as possible, I will let my people wait at the door." Isokawa hung up the phone in a satisfied tone. Asakura stuffed the notepad and pencils that the hotel had prepared in the telephone booth into his pockets, returned to the sofa and sat down.A cup of hot coffee was already there.Asakura drank the fragrant brandy coffee leisurely, paid the bill, and gave a tip of 200 yuan. He put on his windbreaker and left the hotel, came to the edge of the dimly lit park, took out the pistol hidden in his trouser leg, and stuck it in his belt.When he approached the main entrance of Isokawa's house, he saw the small window on the door was opened thinly, and a pair of eyes sunken like two black holes were looking at Asakura.

"I'm a reporter for the 'A' newspaper. The newspaper's car had a little trouble on the way." "Sir, I have been waiting for you for a long time." The guard replied, and opened the gate, there are two guards inside. On the left side of the gate, there is a sentry box built with a thin roof board, and the wires lead from the sentry box to the house. .Only the second floor of the house can be seen through the lush trees. The two guards are all in student attire, but no matter their age or the look on their faces.It can be seen that they are not students. "I'll show you the way." The doorman with deep-set eyes and thin eyes said, and walked to the cobblestone road between the woods, and Asakura followed behind him.Another guard had already walked into the sentry box and pressed the switch of the internal automatic telephone.

There are many kinds of trees planted in the courtyard, comparable to the botanical garden. There are many small ponds dotted in the forest. Therefore, the courtyard feels several times larger than the actual area.After twists and turns, I finally passed through the woods and came to a large open space. The fountain in the middle was surrounded by a circle of marble benches. Beyond that was the residence. There was a garage in the woods on the left of the open space.It is also a two-story building.After walking through the open space, one has to climb a seven-meter-long stone step before arriving at Isokawa's residence. The doorman who led the way knocked on the door, which was adorned with some hideous gilt knockers.After waiting for a while, the peek-a-boo by the door opened, and then the main door was opened. A fancy-dressed young man in a thick camel hair suit and a bow tie stood with his back to the light of the living room. "I'm Secretary Ueki, I was so rude just now. Please..." He turned sideways courteously. "I'm Kamigawa, then..." Asakura returned the gift, took off his windbreaker, and walked into the living room.There are many ancient armors displayed in the hall, and a spiral staircase that can often be seen in thrilling movies extends to the second floor. The doorman turned back, and Asakura followed the secretary.The corridor was deep and covered with woolen carpets, and there was a suffocating atmosphere. Asakura took off his gloves.Thought it would be impolite not to take off the dark sunglasses, but the face should not be exposed.So he apologized to Ueki and said: "My eyes are sick, so I have to look like this is really rude." Ueki took Asakura to a room at the left end of the corridor, knocked on the door first, then walked in respectfully, and Asakura followed into the room. The rooms are very spacious, furnished with thick and heavy furniture, both decorative and functional.In the hearth of the large fireplace, the birch wood was burning with reddish flames. A fifty-two or three-year-old bald man was sitting in a rocking chair, with the fireplace behind his back. One could tell that he was a shrewd and powerful man.He was smoking a cigar defiantly and wearing a Japanese kimono-style padded robe.In a corner of the room, a girl of eighteen or nineteen was playing the piano casually.She wore no make-up, her hair was long and naturally curly, and her underdeveloped body looked a little flat.But the thin torso and melon-seeded face are not charming. "This is Mr. Kamikawa." The secretary introduced Asakura to Isokawa. "It's the first time we meet, please take care of me." Asakura walked to Hanchuan and bowed his head to salute. "Okay." Isokawa said with a full forehead, took out a large wallet from his cotton robe, and took out a postcard-like business card. "Good night. Daddy..." The girl stood up, and when she met the secretary Ueki's eyes, she smiled slightly, and Ueki watched her out of the room with burning eyes. Asakura has the ability to roughly infer a woman's experience in sex life from her figure. The girl in front of him may still be a virgin, and she has only experienced it two or three times at most.She is probably Isokawa's daughter.While thinking about it, he took Isokawa's business card and said in a low voice, "Because I just changed jobs, it's too late to print the business card." Asakura said, he took out a notebook and a pencil from his bag. "Then sit down!" Isokawa pointed at the armchair opposite Baiji with a cigar.Asakura thanked and sat down, Secretary Ueki sat not far from them, playing with a silver cigarette case in his hand. "But what should I say?" Isokawa asked Asakura with a confused smile on his face. "I just talked about it on the phone. I would like to ask you to tell me anecdotes about your youth. Especially about the things that you take the world as your own responsibility and have a sense of justice... People say that today is an era of loose sand, and it is an era that even middle school students don't care about." I long for a society where students who surpass me will die, so I want to introduce to the readers a gentleman who has always maintained a true manliness, and I think this is very meaningful." Asakura picked up the pencil. "I'm sorry, Mr. is a novice after all. If you don't talk and talk, you will forget the past events you can remember." "That's really..." Asakura scratched his head with the end of his pen. Someone knocked on the door, and a middle-aged female servant came in serving black tea. The secretary took the teacup and walked towards Asakura. Asakura tapped the coffee table beside him with a pencil, because touching it with his hands would leave fingerprints .The secretary's face immediately showed that his pride had been hurt. He put the cup on the coffee table and immediately returned to his original seat. "How is Taketa-kun?" Isokawa asked casually. "……Yep?" "It's Zhutian, the deputy director of the Political News Department. I heard that his liver is not very good, but..." "Oh, it seems that he hasn't fully recovered yet." Asakura said smoothly. "Then, what about Xingshan Jun?" "It's not bad. It's such a beautiful yard, so beautiful." Although Asakura wanted to gradually bring out the key topic - the drug trade - he still changed the subject with a smile on his face. "You think so too?" Isokawa said with bright eyes. "The old man has spent fifteen years working on this yard. Fifteen years ago, the old man was the head of security in the police department." "It's this Xiang!" Yes, Asakura muttered in his heart, you bought this house with embezzled money when you were the Minister of Security. "The old man's subordinates at that time have all been promoted now. The current police chief is the younger generation. Of course the police will provide convenience to me. I also serve as a public security committee member. I have a direct relationship with the police. " "..." Asakura grinned as he listened to Isokawa's words. "Besides, I also have contacts with those gangsters. It's beyond partisan diplomacy. It's more appropriate to say that it's more friendship than contacts. As long as I snort someone I don't like, I can kill him immediately. "Isokawa's tone clearly showed murderous intent. "That's not bad." Asakura said sarcastically, carefully tucking one leg away. "Take off your glasses, take off your sunglasses!" Isokawa roared angrily, making the window panes buzz. "This is not a chaotic parliamentary meeting place. I can hear you without shouting." Asakura put his pen and notebook in his pocket. "Who are you! Pretending to be a reporter from the newspaper office, there are no bamboo balls and mountains in the political department of the 'A' newspaper office." Isokawa screamed wildly, and the secretary next to him twitched his face and laughed. "Forget it. Let the burlesque be over then. Now for the serious stuff. I'm going to buy an aspirin. Can you introduce me, sir?" "What?" Isokawa's face flushed suddenly, and the secretary gasped. "Aren't you still proud of your close relationship with the gangster organization just now, sir? Since you pretended to be confused, then I'll just say it straight. I have a lot of money on hand, and I want to take a whole batch of medicine. Of course the price must be fair." Asakura smiled without hesitation. Isokawa folded his arms and leaned back on the chair, smiled contemptuously and said: "Isn't it just medicine? Any pharmacy sells aspirin. You really want to buy a large batch. Just drive a truck to the pharmacy!" Secretary Ueki laughed out nervously. "As sir said, I'm not a newspaper reporter, but I'm not a criminal police officer either. You're probably aware of this. I'm here to make a deal with you." Asakura slightly narrowed his eyes and shot Stinging light. "Go back, young man, don't talk stupid things." Isokawa threw the extinguished cigar into the burning birch flames in the fireplace. "I want you to earn a fortune from it. Don't use this excuse to refuse!" Asakura sneered. "What? You, your instructions are just a little polite to you, so you don't know how to flatter you. If you deliberately show off in front of the old man, you will regret it. Hey, get out quickly, Xiao Wunai! The old man has no time to accompany you It's gone." Isokawa stretched out his thick index finger and pointed to the door.The blood vessels on his forehead protruded. "I won't leave without discussing business." "It's annoying, throw this guy out!" Isokawa stood up.He is extremely long.He gets up together.To Asakura's surprise, he was a short man. "This is quite interesting, how about giving it a try?" Asakura said dryly. "Don't be crazy! Now there are three young men who are willing to go through fire and water for this old man to guard you. If you don't want to leave, you can do as you please. I want to pay my respects to Your Excellency. Hey, take off your sunglasses." "Finally speaking the truth." "I'm not trying to scare you. Turn your head back and turn slowly. Don't turn it too fast, or your body will become a beehive." Isokawa said hoarsely. Asakura slowly turned his head to the back, while the corner of one eye was monitoring Isokawa's actions.It turned out that behind him, a two-meter-long dark window had silently opened at the waist height of the partition next to the door.Three men were staring at him with undisguised loathing.With the butt of the carbine on his cheek, all three black muzzles were pointed at him, all three were in their mid-twenties. "That's right, this is how the head of the city council, the Public Security Commissioner, handles things." "You bastard, let me ask you, where did you come from, a wild boy. But you have to pay attention, those three have a gun license, if you want to move around, you will be killed. The old man has the most people It was self-defense. Besides, if the old man testifies that you are a thief who broke into a house, then they will be self-defense, and of course they will be acquitted." Isokawa raised his head and laughed loudly. "Really? If you really think so, you will be mistaken." Asakura said calmly, but the clothes on his ribs were soaked with sweat, and his lower abdomen was cold. "what!" "You seem to be an expert in black market business, but you can say that you don't know anything about ballistics. Shooting at this distance, the carbine bullet will certainly penetrate me, but the bullet that passes through is still there. It is powerful enough to kill you. Also, if the bullet passes through my body, if it doesn’t explode me, I won’t die in three moments. But if you eat this bullet, a bullet bigger than your eyes will come out. wound." Asakura's words were not so much for Isokawa, but for the three men behind him. Isokawa's face was flushed red, but he still said: "Put this child's joke away, how could the bullet that passed through your body hit the old man so accurately." "Bullets, their characteristic is to go out to the place of least resistance, so only the bullet knows where it comes out after it hits my body. You have probably heard that the bullet is pocketed in the helmet after it hits it. Make a circle. Then let’s look at the real example of flying out of the original gun hole. The soldier in the helmet just shaved off a strand of hair from the bullet, but he was safe. Hey, the bullet bounced back and killed the shooter himself. It’s really interesting. Besides, he shot me in the back. It’s not self-defense.” Asakura said with a fearless smile. Isokawa had a hesitant look on his face. Seizing this opportunity, Asakura jumped up from the armchair like a leopard pounced on its prey. After a few wrong steps, he rushed to Isokawa's side, but he hadn't drawn his gun yet.Isokawa fled to the side in a hurry and clumsily. The guys behind Asakura cursed, but they didn't dare to shoot. Obviously, the hint in Asakura's words just now had an effect on them.Asakura grabbed Isokawa by the fireplace, and he swung around behind Isokawa.The pistol was drawn in the left hand. "Hey, if you think about it again, the old man was like your Excellency when he was young. He is a person who is not afraid of anything. But if you regard this as courage and insight, it will be the opposite. Your actions are not courageous. Knowing, but not afraid, just like a blind man who is not afraid of poisonous snakes. Huh? Honestly put this thing away, go home, do this, and you will thank Lao Shi later.” Isokawa’s words softened a bit. Sparks sprang from the cracked birch blocks in the fireplace. "This is like a line from some movie. You have a lot of words. You want me to put this guy away. That has to be done after the business is settled." Asakura ignored Isokawa's argument, but The three of them couldn't bear to aim at the carbine for a long time, and their shoulders kept shaking. "You want to buy that kind of thing, right? This is the wrong place." Isokawa's stiff back began to relax. "Didn't you just say that I was boasting about my courage? On this point, you are wrong. I am not a brave person. There is an order in the desperate gang. If you can't get the medicine, you can't go back alive. I'm afraid I don’t know when I’m going to go crazy. It’s scary, there’s terror everywhere. I don’t care what I do in the future, maybe I’ll just shoot you in the head.” Asakura yelled intentionally. "Wait, where's the gang? What group is it called? It's in the area of ​​Yokosuka?" Isokawa's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up. "These things must not tell you that I have prepared a large sum of money. As long as you can pay the money, you will naturally have no objection." "I'm asking what organization you are from!" Isokawa shouted, ignoring the pistol stuck in the ground. "If I could tell you this too, I wouldn't have to come here to buy things. The group leader's order is: Never name the organization. There may be complicated reasons for this, but that kind of thing is beyond my knowledge Yes, anyway, what has to do with me is that if you say the name of the organization, you will die, that's all." Asakura said with a distorted face pretending to be distressed, of course, his situation is indeed difficult.Asakura said, wondering how much Isokawa might believe this lie. Isokawa was silent for a long time, and finally spoke. "Okay, everyone put down your guns." He ordered the three bodyguards. The three bodyguards hesitated, the one on the far left suddenly dropped the butt of his gun to the floor as if he couldn't hold it, and the other two followed suit and put down their carbines roughly. "Brother, put away your stuff too. You can't talk with peace of mind while holding your gun." Isokawa breathed a sigh of relief. "I know. However, you have to ask your men to return the bullets in the chamber, and there are bullets in the magazine. Otherwise, three-to-one is not fair." Asakura said.If the bullets in the carbine are withdrawn, even if they still want to sneak attack, they have to pull the bullets in the magazine on the top of the bolt. In the few seconds after completing this action, Asakura is confident that he can pull it out quickly. The pistol fires at the speed of a machine gun. "Just do as he says." Isokawa said helplessly. The three bodyguards glared at Asakura several times, cursed and unloaded the 30-round magazine of the carbine under Asakura's gaze, and pulled the bolt.A 030 caliber carbine bullet jumped out of the gun film, which was between a pistol bullet and a rifle bullet.After letting go, the bolt automatically springs back to its original position, and the empty chamber is sealed.Bodyguards reloaded magazines. "In this house, there are alarm switches everywhere, and the alarm goes directly to the police station. Even if someone cuts the wires, the alarm bell at the police station will ring." Isokawa said warningly. "Don't worry, I will keep my promise." Asakura closed the safety of the pistol, put the gun in his belt, and politely pressed Isokawa's shoulder, letting him sit on the armrest that he sat on just now.Asakura turned his back to the fireplace and sat down on the rocker Isokawa had sat on, so that he was in a position facing the bodyguards, and then asked the secretary to sit next to Isokawa. "Now, let's talk about serious business. Although it took us a lot of effort just now." A polite smile appeared on Asakura's lips. At this time, there was a light knock on the door. "Who?!" Isokawa twisted his thick neck and shouted towards the door. No one answered. The door opened, and a girl in a western-style nightgown with a sleeved jumper stepped into the room.Isokawa's daughter.As soon as she saw Isokawa's face.Immediately stopped.A little powder was applied on her face, adding a kind of innocent feeling.Asakura stood up and saluted.Those bodyguards saw the lady come in.In the dark room, he dared not breathe a breath. "What are you going to do, Ji Lizi? Don't you go to bed?" Isokawa said angrily. "It seems that I forgot my watch here, when I was playing the piano just now." The daughter mumbled. "I'm talking about something important, don't come in now, go to rest." Isokawa's voice became even louder. "It's scary. Dad..." The girl backed out of the room, as if she didn't notice anyone hiding in the dark room.As soon as the door closed, the bodyguards suddenly became more relaxed.Asakura sat back in the rocking chair. "I just don't want my daughter to know the old man's secret." Isokawa said softly in a slightly warm tone.After clearing his throat with a "cough, cough", he resumed his arrogant tone: "Then. Take out the banknotes for me to see first, and then we can talk." "I didn't bring it." Asakura shrugged. "That's it, let's talk about it here, and come back after you have collected the money." "Eighteen million banknotes, how could they be brought here so easily." Asakura retorted. "How many?" "Eighteen million is not a huge amount. For you, it is probably common for you to buy and sell this amount." "That's true, but it's not easy to gather medicines equivalent to 18 million yuan." Isokawa licked his fat lips.Rolling up his eyes, he watched Asakura's expression. "How much time can I get together? I can't wait too long." "I won't keep you waiting for long, maybe a week or two, but..." Isokawa pondered. "Then, how much do you plan to sell for one gram?" Asakura said straightforwardly. "What's your asking price?" "Twelve thousand yen per gram, that's all. I won't buy it if it's higher." Asakura replied. "Don't seal the door, 20,000 yen per gram, there are many buyers." "It's hot enough. I know how much it costs per gram when you eat it. You just put it in with your left hand and leave it with your right hand, and you can reap the benefits. This is too heavy a blow." After 20 minutes of back-and-forth bargaining, a deal was finally made at a price of 15,000 yen per gram. "How to contact?" Isokawa asked. "I will contact you through a single line, and I will call you every three days. I will use the name of Shen Chuan. Once the medicine is collected, I will pay for it and deliver it with one hand." "Ok!" Isokawa nodded lightly, and Asakura almost thought he had changed his mind again, but Isokawa went on to say: "However, the place and time of handing in things must be decided by Lao Shi, this is the minimum requirement." "Ah, of course you can, but don't mess around, make small moves, I won't be alone when I pick up the goods, so if there is any trouble, then a real war will follow. " Asakura said without hesitation. "Brother, you don't want to use counterfeit banknotes, do you? Oh, okay. How about, toast to the victory?" Isokawa said with a sneer. "Forget it this time, I'll leave this place right away. If you shoot at me, it's like killing a chicken that lays golden eggs for you." Asakura stood up. "Don't worry, I will let you leave here safely. According to the guard, you came here on foot. If you need, you can ask the driver to take you to where you want to go." "I'm ashamed to be so enthusiastic, sir, so it's great to be able to deliver in a car." Asakura replied. Isokawa pressed a button on the intercom on the wall, and looked into the intercom and asked the driver to drive the car to the stone steps of the main entrance. Isokawa coldly handed him a cigar, but Asakura declined.Asakura and the bodyguards stared blankly at each other for a few minutes, when a car horn sounded from below.Isokawa said to his secretary Ueki, "Send him to the car." Ueki nodded with a blunt expression, then compared his chin to Asakura, then looked extremely nervous, and walked out of the room as if he was worried about being attacked on his back. When Asakura walked to the main entrance, no one shot at him. In the open space under the stone steps, there was a tea-green "Bison" sedan from the American Sea Pauler Motor Company parked. He and Ueki went down the stone steps, and a middle-aged driver in a hat uniform got out of the car, opened the back door of the car, and Asakura sat in.When the driver closed the door for Asakura, Ueki's face stretched out in relief. The car made a half circle around the fountain, drove into the cobblestone road among the trees, and came to the gate with twists and turns. The car slid out of Isokawa's mansion steadily. "Where are you going?" The driver's questioning language was well-trained. "Drive onto the Chuo Expressway first." Asakura said, putting on thin gloves. Isokawa's driver skillfully held the steering wheel and drove past the edge of Ieyama Park onto Yokosuka Street. "Please turn left at the turning ahead." Asakura sat in the back seat and instructed the driver. When the car drove towards Henghong, Asakura casually turned around and looked behind.It seems that there is no car with a tail. The "Bison" brand car gradually accelerated and entered the tunnel at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour. After Tianpu, there was no tunnel, and domestic cars and large trucks overtook them from time to time.The driver drove very steadily and basically did not brake. Three or four minutes later, we arrived at Zhuiwo Street.When approaching the well-lit intersection at the gas station, Asakura said to the driver, "Turn right there." The driver twisted the body.He drove the car into the road that Asakura said.The road is about five meters wide, not asphalt, and full of potholes.The "Bison" sedan, which was running very smoothly on the asphalt road, also bumped helplessly at this moment.The driver reduced the speed to thirty kilometers per hour and drove like a crawl. On both sides of the road are shops and courtyard-like residences, cars are parked under the eaves, and the huge "Bison" car evades left and right, wriggling forward with difficulty. After driving for about 300 meters, a man-made land overgrown with weeds appeared in front of my eyes.There are small stones and dead grass everywhere in the clearing, and at the end of the clearing you can see the wall of a factory.When the car reached the heart of the clearing, Asakura asked the driver to stop, just as the driver pushed the gear lever into neutral.Asakura drew his pistol with his right hand.Jane hit the driver's head with a gun.Since the driver was wearing a hat, he didn't make much noise, but his body flew towards the windshield like a sudden brake at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour, his face hit the steering wheel, and the horn was severely smashed. cried loudly. Asakura grabbed the driver's back with his left hand and pulled it over to see that he had passed out.Eyes wide open, eyeballs rolled up. Asakura put on his gloves as soon as he got into the car, so he didn't have to worry about leaving fingerprints inside the car, and he turned off the lights and left the car. After walking for about seven or eight minutes, I came to the place where the M·G·A cars were parked. In the restaurant, the banquet seemed to be still going on, and the five special "Duke" cars were still parked outside the wall. The body of the M·G·A was glowing with a faint silver light. After Asakura got into the car and started the engine, he waited for the fuel and cooling water to fully heat up before driving away.Made a 'v' shape.Drive on the Chuo Highway and turn back to Yokosuka. After a while, the car passed the overpass near Yokosuka Station.After crossing the overpass, the road is quite spacious. When you get to the "Mr. Officer's Club" and turn left, you will find Kurisa Street.It is also a central area of ​​Yokosuka City. Tonight was the same as usual, the streets were full of U.S. sailors patrolling the navy and land military police, hoofing on the street with the expression that they were also having fun.After passing the front entrance and exit of the base on the left side of the street, Asakura parked his car by the sidewalk. There were more than a dozen limousines with Haruzama or Hengyi base license plates beside him, so the M·G·A of Asakura did not appear to be protrude.But even so, he put the vehicle inspection certificate in the trunk of the car. Asakura crossed the street.Walking into "Broadway Appenius", the street is as lively and noisy as usual, and there are people of all colors. In the fifth alley, Chao Cang leaned over, and there were a few hooligans from the Sea God Group who were changing shifts.They may have forgotten him, see Asakura.Not even paying attention.So he went into the alley, and the little hooligan on the lookout paid no attention to him.The alleys are full of dives and piss, and it stinks.He walked as silently as possible, stepping on something squishy with the soles of his shoes from time to time. After walking in the winding alley for about twenty minutes, he saw a small path leading to an adjacent alley. Asakura walked over quietly, intending to sneak into the alley guarded by the little hooligans.at this time.He heard a very faint noise in the path.With an indistinct voice, he sneaked his head around the corner, and in the middle of the path, there were two figures entangled.To their left was a rusty spare staircase that hung from the wall of the building.There is not a single window in the walls of the building.The light in the alley was very dark, but thanks to Asakura's sharp eyes, he saw a drug dealer with a leather jacket with the collar turned up injecting something into the arm of a man who looked like a port worker. The drug dealer pulled out the syringe, the worker-like man let out a long sigh of satisfaction, sat down on the step of the spare staircase, leaned his head on the handrail, closed his eyes, and the drug dealer pushed his shoulder.Violently drove him away. "Please take care of me in the future." The man who looked like a worker stammered a few words and staggered towards the alley. The drug dealer was a young man of eighteen or nineteen, with a face as white as a frog's belly, who put the syringe into a lead box. Asakura took off his leather shoes, and through his socks, he felt the ground was wet and dirty.It's really uncomfortable, but in order not to have any footsteps, I can only do this. Asakura walked along the plaster wall discolored by moisture and dirt, showing cracks, and gradually approached the drug dealer. Because he didn't dare to breathe, his mouth was full of saliva, making it very difficult to breathe. The drug dealer was facing the adjacent alley, smoking a cigarette with his elbows on the stairs, his back to Asakura.About 5 meters away from the stairs happened to be the back door of the building.There is about half a ping in the recessed wall.朝仓闪身躲进这个阴影里，一动不动地站着。如果让人看见自己的面容也无所谓的话，从这个地方跳出去袭击毒品贩子是易如反掌的，但是对朝仓来说，一旦让对方看到了自己的面容，就必须杀了对方，而他不想杀死像毒品贩子这种弱不禁风的人。于是，就只好这样木头人似地等着。 毒品贩子贪婪地吸着烟，直到烟蒂快烧到手指了才扔掉，用脚尖踏了踏。 “畜牲，真冷，老天爷瞎了眼，怎么冷得这般厉害。” 他用发颤的声音咒骂着，双手插进口袋，像只关在笼子里的山羊，不停地在楼梯边上徘徊着。 朝仓略带微笑，拔出了手枪。随着走近的脚步声，毒品贩子弓着腰从朝仓眼前擦过，没等毒品贩子转过身子，朝仓用枪柄朝他的颈动脉狠狠击了一下，那小子像遭了雷劈一样双膝瘫软下去，然后向前一扑，躺倒在地。不用看他昏过去了。 朝仓搜了搜他的身子。从特制的大号皮带扣、皮靴后跟、及运动衬衫的领子，找出了近十包海洛因，一共有十克左右。这些海洛因足够对付京子了。 朝仓放好手枪和海洛因，退到刚才进来的巷子，出了小巷，来到临近绿屋百货商店的街道。不慌不忙地，信步往停车处走去。当他驾车返回东京时，已快午夜十一点半了，长时间绷紧的神经渐渐松驰下来了，没想到心中阵阵袭上对异性的渴望。在大崎看到了个公用电话亭。朝仓停下车，拨通了“参宫曼逊”京子房间的电话。 三十秒后，响起了摘电话听筒的声音，“哪位？” 是京子倦怠的声音。 “是我，多田首饰店的。” “是您啊？小傻瓜，在我直接听电话的时候，用不着这个暗号。” 京子的声音有点急促。 “老爷子没来吧？” “早就回去了……您能来吗？要是不来，我一定得上您那里去。” “总算帮主任干完了工作，再过半小时，我就能到你那儿了。” “一定啊。” “嗯，不过，你那个干爸爸好像是个纠缠不清的人。要是他再回来，就难对付了，我在到达之前，想再给你打电话。” “您考虑得真周到啊，那就这样吧，如果老爷子来这儿。就把百叶窗和窗帘全部拉上。要就我一个人，就把正当中那扇窗子的窗帘只拉半道，我等着您啊。您心里清楚，老是把我搁在一边空等。”京子几乎有点呜咽地喃喃说道。 “我爱你。”朝仓亲切地说着，随后挂上了电话。 他把车开到六号环形公路，往代代木方向驰去，虽然已过了十一点半，路上的车辆仍很拥挤。 从六号环形公路走，在大桥与涩谷之间，必须通过放射四号公路，所以就设计而言，六号环形线只是一条公路，而实际上却分成了两条。朝仓在被放射四号公路扩建工程搞得一塌糊涂的大桥停靠站附近往右拐上珍油电车线路。这里离上目黑的寓所很近，他一时想把手枪放回屋里，但终于没回去，直接把车开到了“参宫燮逊。” 大楼靠近中间的两个窗子半拉着窗帘，是京子的房间，这就是说那个供养京子的小泉处长没有来。 朝仓留下一包海洛因，其余的与手枪一起放进了汽车尾箱，用卫生纸把皮鞋上的灰土擦去。乘电梯到了7楼，在京子的房门前按了按自动通话器开关，这时才脱去手套，通话器上没人问话，倒是门忽地一下打开了，室内的暖气冲出房门，扑在朝仓冰冷的脸庞上。 京子就站在门旁，她穿了件薄得几乎透明的宽松式罩衫，下面是条牛仔短裤，跟了双缎子布鞋，刚沐浴不久的长发上，扎着一条白带子。 “您真狠心，就让我这样地等您。”京子呻吟似地说。 “对不起！”朝仓一走进房间，就随手关上门，门锁是自动弹簧锁，只要一按下键钮，门就自动锁上了。 京子用手勾住朝仓的脖子，跄起脚，把嘴凑了上去。朝仓吸住京子的双唇，舌头撩进她的口里。京子的嘴唇上有股鲜花的清香，这大概是香水的气味，当她呼吸急促起来时，朝仓闻到了一种吸毒上了瘾的人难以避免的口臭。 朝仓把嘴移到京子喉头，京子弓起身子，浑身发颤地呢喃道：“回来了，你到底来了啊。” 朝仓将京子径轻抱起，穿过十二榻榻米的西式房间，把京子放在卧室的床上。京子把鞋踢掉，斜靠在雕花的床头软靠板上，闭上眼睛等着朝仓。 朝仓突然感到非常疲倦。 “渴死了，喝一杯怎么样？”说完，他径直走到床对面的墙前，按下按钮，隔板滑开了。他从架子上取下一瓶苏格兰威士忌，倒了半杯，又兑了点水。 “你要吗？”朝仓一边闻着香醇扑鼻的杯中之物，一边问京子。 “谢谢，不过现在不大想喝。”京子闭着眼睛嘀咕道。 "..." 一染上毒品，对酒就不感兴趣了，朝仓想到，举杯饮了一口，到底与廉价威士忌不同，酒一入口，十分柔润，他忍不住一口气将酒喝干。接着又喝了一杯不兑水的威士忌。胃部开始发热了，浑身的血管疏畅活络。肌肉也放松了。 朝仓把小酒瓶放在床头边上的小桌子上。在暖气和酒精的作用下他身上已经出汗了。他脱去风雨衣，京子下床给他脱去西装和长裤。 一个小时之后，朝仓下了床，抓起威士忌酒瓶，对着瓶口喝了几口，然后去浴室冲了个淋浴，拿出一块浴巾给京子擦了擦身子。 “真想在梦境里呆下去啊！”京子睁开泪汪汪的眼睛。 “你还要？” “不是这个，给我拿支烟。”京子翁动着嘴唇说道。 “是这吧？”朝仓伸手在床头柜上的酒瓶、带打火机的烟灰缸等杂物中找到一包香烟。 “喂，是抽屉里的。”京子说。 朝仓打开小桌抽屉，里面有一包烟，他递给了京子。她打开烟盒，里面只剩七八支香烟，还有一个赛璐璐纸的小纸包。 京子把小纸包解开，里面是朝仓给她的海洛因。她抽出一支香烟，将烟头在海洛因中戳了戳，然后叼起香烟；朝仓拿起打火机，“啪”地一声打着了，但京子根本无心看他，只顾把剩下的海洛因用赛璐璐纸仔细包好塞进烟盒。又把烟盒放在枕头边上。这时她才注意到朝仓己为她打着了打火机。于是笑着把叼在嘴里的香烟凑到打火机上。 香烟点着了，烧焦了的海洛因发出一种特殊的香味。京子深深吸了一口。屏住气，让烟在肺部尽量停留。她的眼角略呈红色眼研迷茫地看着前方，呼气时，只吐出极淡的几缕青烟。 烟吸完后，京子轻声说：“就这样去死也心甘情愿。” 朝仓没答话，又喝了一口酒。酒劲上来了，他感到很困。朝仓迷迷糊糊地应答着京子，把毛毯盖到胸前，不一会儿就睡着了。到了早上6点，朝仓给冻醒了。虽然暖气没有关掉，但一条毛毯终究是不够的，京子团着身子睡在他边上，下意识地把毯子往上拉了拉，两只脚却全露在外面。 朝仓拉开卷在床后的羽绒被，盖在自己和京子身上。 “冷。”京子也醒了。 “天刚亮”朝仓微笑着说。 “我做了个梦，梦见那个药粉用完了，真是个可怕的梦哟，嗯，它就是毒品也无所谓。下次来时可一定得给我带点来。”京子说着双手抱住肩膀。 “大概还没有用完吧？” “不过我真担心不知什么时候就用完了，您总弄得到的嘛。” “是啊，就是，对研究室的伙伴得意思意思。”朝仓有意吊京子的胃口。 京子一扫脸上的睡意。纵身下床，从化妆台的抽屉中抓出一把钞票拿给朝仓，喊道：“这里是30万，老爷子刚给的。眼下现钞就这些。要是存款就有很多很多啦。” 早上六点半，朝仓离开了尚未苏醒过来的“参宫曼逊”西装内袋里装一扎钞票，这是从京子处用一包海洛因换来的三十万日元。他来到汽车旁，确信左右的车中无人，就从尾箱中取出手枪和那几包海洛因。把海洛因塞进内袋，手枪插在皮带上，并用衣服下樱遮好，然后开车驶出公寓的停车场。七楼京子的房间没有打开窗帘，大概她又睡着了。 现在离上午的交通高峰期还有不少时间，路上跑的车子多数是夜间出租车、及8点以后不准进入东京市区的大卡车、还有一些挂着白牌照的自备汽车。 朝仓开车从“参宫曼逊”出来。没用5分钟就回到了上目黑那幢邀里遴遏的低级公寓，汽车引擎都还未完全发热，他把车子拐进从大桥叮座往淡岛街方向的那条弯弯曲曲的街道，同前几次一样在派出所附近停了车。派出所的值班警察正在忙着对付早上回家的醉汉。从这儿到公寓，步行还用不了三四分钟。朝仓沿着屋后的备用楼梯。回到了自己的房间。 朝仓将手枪和海洛因全都藏进米箱，从那扎钞票中抽出十万日元，其余的也放了进去。换上去公司穿的廉价西装，8点钟他走出了公寓，如同每天一样，在拥挤的电车中来到京桥，9点准时坐在自己的办公桌前。 上班的铃声一响，与电话机、帐册以及计算器为伴的枯澡乏味的生活又开始了。朝仓身无半职，凡是外界来的联系，都得由上司决定。 小泉处长与平时一样，快十一点时才来到办公室，今天他脸上一扫往日那种烦操的表情，显得很自信，这大概是昨天晚上与京子处得不错的缘故吧。 午休时，朝仓乘国营电车到了御徒叮。在御徒叮的天桥下面，有个美国小商品市场，自美日实行贸易自由以来，这里的商人就一再通过降价与大小商店抗衡，所以光顾此处的人也不少。 当然，这里出售的东西并不一定是货真价实的进口货，例如原价三美元左右的美国鲁恩索公司制造的汽油打火机，在这里讨讨价，五百日元就能买到。摊主声称因为按很低的出口价大批买进，所以还是合算的。但实际上这些玩艺儿几乎全是日本自己生产的，他们往往用地道的美国货招徕顾客，而在为顾客包装时，则愉梁换柱，放进日本造的假货。 原先一些奸商在尽量压价后让日本打火机工厂仿造鲁恩索打火机和英国坦依勒打火机，准备在美英等国推销，后来出了事，就弄回日本出售。 尤其是那些刻有西德制造的东西。有一大半是由日本的中小工厂一手造出来的。证据就是伪造品上没有刻印特许批准生产号码。汽体打火机、“派克”金笔之类的也基本如此。 朝仓步入商场，他站在专门经营手表的店门前，看了看商品橱窗，里面摆着10块神往已久的“劳伦克斯”牌手表，售价是5万元，铬钢表壳、防水、带自动日历。他从口袋里掏出七张1万元票面的钞票，走进了商店。 “您中意哪个？”一副精明相的店老板一眼就看到了朝仓手中的钞票，迎上来比伙计还快。 朝仓一言不发地指了指已经看准的“劳伦克斯。” “是这个吗？随您上哪，都不会比这儿更便宜，我是不惜血本。”老板从小盒里取出连着金属表带的手表，递给了朝仓。 “这块不错。给，一共七张。”朝仓把手中的钱持成了扇形。 “您要我的命啦。会不会太过份罗，先生。”老板脸上的笑容不见了。 “要在香港，3万日元就够了，与其积压在橱台里，我想还不如换回现金，让资金周转周转更好吧。” “这儿是日本，这块表在百货公司。可要十三万三千日元。”老板的脸色更难看了。 “那也好，我到其它店走走，麻烦你了。”朝仓说着就要把钞票收起。 老板两眼直匀匀地叮住朝仓手中的钱，又陪起了笑脸虑耸肩说道：“真拿您没办法，我认了，这就给您包好。” 五分钟之后，朝仓把装着“劳伦克斯”的小纸盒放进了自己的口袋。纸盒里还附着一张瑞士总公司印发的质量保证书，当他走出店门时，听到老板喊道：“对不起，鄙店不负责包修，需要修理时，请到瑞士设在日本的分公司。” 朝仓仍乘国营电车从御徒叮回到东京车站，在车站餐厅。他站着吃了份牛奶和三明治，这就是中饭了，然后走回在京桥的公司上班。 五点下班，在涩谷与两个同事分手后，朝仓在大田和街的朝鲜烤肉店吃了五份烧杂碎。回到公寓后，烧了点热水刮了个脸又换上昨天晚上的服装，摘下旧表，戴上新买的“劳伦克斯”，拿起验车证。走出了房间。身上带了二十几万日元。慢悠悠地来到了停车处。 朝仓往麻布方向开去，现在是七点半，再过半小时，就是归还M·G·A的最后期限，像小竹那种人。大概对超过约定的时间一分钟，也是不肯善罢甘休的。 在限下这种时间，是最容易让交通警察找麻烦的，而且难保路上不出岔子，于是他尽量把时速控制在五十公里以内，当然，警察对超过规定的时速十公里左右，往往是睁一只眼闭一只眼的。 朝仓估计在交通高峰期，从道玄坂到涩谷车站这段路上，过往车辆肯定是堵得严严实实的。他就绕了个圈子，从另一条路走，当把车子开进“麻布新式公寓”的地下停车场时，离八点还差几分钟了。 从地下停车场的值班室里出来一个人，就是那天前那个勤工俭学的学生，他从汽车里下来走到拿着验车证和车钥匙的朝仓跟前，说道：“你真准时，刚才。小竹先生还打电话来问你是不是还没来。” “那小子大概无聊得不耐烦了。”朝仓说完，就上了自动电梯。 穿着学生装的值班员看来是受了小竹的委托，开始察看起车身是否让朝仓给弄坏了。 朝仓上了七楼，在7楼房门前，接通了自动通话器。 “谁？”是小竹焦燥不安的声音。 “还您车子。” “进来！”小竹答道。 小竹右腿上的石膏还没取掉，正埋身坐在扶手椅里，裹着石膏的脚搁在一张矮矮的桥牌方桌上，一口接一口地喝着意大利葡萄酒。 和小竹在一起的那个姑娘俯卧在床上，己睡着了，只穿了条超短裤，连胸罩也没戴。 “发动机挺不错的。”朝仓说着，把验车证和钥匙放在桌上，室内温度很高，是暖气开得太大了。 “你迟到啦！我刚想打电话给警察。”小竹隔着包着痛席的酒瓶，冲朝仓咧着嘴说。 “你是想遵守诺言，还是想请我破约给你看看？”朝仓的话中带着明显的威胁。 “你嘴别硬。车子没出问题吧！”小竹的脸上闪过几丝胆怯的神色，但口气仍是十分傲慢。 “管车的正在看，你去问他吧！” “喂，你，要是想寻我晦气。就把话挑明了讲吧。”小竹蛮横地将酒瓶放在桌上。 “把受了伤的人狠狠揍一顿，实在没劲。不过一定要我讲，那就是让你的左腿也裹上石膏。” 小竹脸色铁青，颐颤巍巍地从睡袍的口袋里掏出一把跳刀一按键钮，刀身“剧”地一下跳了出来。 朝仓慢慢地走到房间另一头，站在皮沙发边上。 “想逃走，儒夫。” 小竹叫咦着这时站娘醒过来了，她翻了个身横躺在床上，头枕着胳膊，给小竹打气道：“本以为你只会揍我，看不出你比那混小子还厉害，快点揍扁他！” “过来，你这个神经病个头倒不小，胆量怎么连兔子也不如。”小竹越弄越来劲儿了。 朝仓右手拎起沙发上的皮软垫，向小竹靠过去。 “你来吧！”小竹声嘶力竭地喊道，盯着毫不在乎地走过来的朝仓，不顾一切地用左脚支起身子，举刀向朝仓戳去。 朝仓用沙发垫子一挡，刀子正好刺进了垫子，把垫子一挥一拉，就把刀子从小竹手上给拧了下来，小竹打了个越起，跌倒在绒地毯上。 朝仓抓住小竹的头发，把他拎了起来，小竹的脚尖几乎已够不着地了，正想喊叫救命，朝仓用左手堵住了他的嘴。 “我啊不知是否该给你们二位的床第生活增添点刺激，不过你要再充好汉，可就不客气了。我把你做的这些都忘了。你也就当没见过我这个人。”朝仓压低声音说道，又对那个姑娘说：“臭表子，那本写着我的姓名和住址的笔记本放在哪里？” “你敢叫我臭表子！”姑娘起身盘腿坐在床上，对一丝不挂的上身一点也不顾忌，挺着两只像半个足球似的乳房。 “要是这个不中听，也可叫色情狂，或者叫裸霹狂，只要你喜欢。”朝仓嬉皮笑脸地说道。小竹还在拼命挣扎，头发根已渗出了血。 “畜牲。笔记本就是这个。”姑娘从床边桌子的抽屉中拿出一张纸。 “好了你滚开！”朝仓命令道。姑娘老大不情愿地扭着腰肢下了床。朝仓双手一用劲，把小竹扔到床上，摔在床上的小竹，抱着脑袋打着滚，一个劲地哀嚎。 朝仓心想这屋的墙壁很厚，邻居未必听得到，就是听见了。大概也没人留心，于是就对小竹说：“安静点，我可不想再费手脚来让你别叫唤。” 小竹把自己的手塞进嘴中，由哀嚎转为吸泣。 “怎么样，我说的话你可听得见吗？是你先动刀。我是被迫自卫的，虽说你的老子是国会议员。但要是向警察告我什么的，可是在自找麻烦，我可以把你们两个的桃色生活登在周刊杂志上，这样一来，人们对你老头子的信任就成问题了。好啦，我决不把你的情况告诉任何人，你也得把我这个人给彻底忘掉。”朝仓平静地说。 “知，知道了。不，一切听您的吩咐。”小竹涕泪交加。上气不接下气地答道。 “明白啦，这就好了，这把刀子就放在我这儿，在你还没有横下一条心去报告警察之前，我会把它捐赌给派出所的。” “别，请别这样。” “好，好，是个乖孩子，那我就保管吧。” 朝仓笑了，他从垫子上拔出刀子折好。又从一直瞪着他的姑娘手中，一把夺过纸片，转身向房门走去。 “等等我，真来劲，带上我吧。”姑娘把脸贴在了朝仓的背上。 “算啦，去安慰安慰你的心肝宝贝。” 朝仓伸手把姑娘推倒在地，就在她呻吟着站起来时，他已走到门外边了，随手把刀子放进口袋。 在下楼的电梯里，朝仓用打火机把那张纸烧掉，一走出公寓，正好有俩出租汽车在下客，于是就搭上它回到了涩谷。他又去了涩谷一家尚未打佯的文具店，买了一枚租糙的印章。刻上“橱田”的名字。 明天是二十三号，是劳动节，东和油脂公司也放假。朝仓来到了青山街，在夜间营业超级市场买了一瓶苏格兰威士忌和三只烧全鸡。 又叫了一辆出租车回到上目黑的寓所，换上睡衣，啃着鸡肉，喝了半瓶威士忌。顿时昏昏欲睡。他已经好长时间没在十点之前上床了。 职员生涯养成的习惯使他在上午七点半时醒了一次。再醒来时。已是十点了，整整睡了十二个小时，下床走起路来不免有点头重脚轻，但精神却十分饱满。 他匆匆洗了把脸，换上夜间穿的衣服从屋后的备用楼梯离开了公寓。走了一会儿，便坐上出租车到了新宿。 假日的新宿人山人海。拥挤的人流，从人行道上一直涌到了快车道。朝仓在昭和路下了车。左边的柏木街和右边的百人叮，云集着各种房地产介绍所。他选了一家中等规模的介绍所。这家店的招牌上写着“光荣不动产”的字号，走进去一瞧，似乎是由茶馆改建而成。在过道的头上有个看上去很像酒吧柜台桌的地方，并排放着三张力公桌，前面是几张摆置有致的沙发。沙发坐着三四个本店的职员，正在殷勤地劝说一个中产阶层打扮的妇女，办公桌后面有三个男人都在忙于打电话。 朝仓往里面走去，有两个坐在沙发上的和一个正打电话的职员，讨好地应酬道： "welcome." "Sit here, please." 朝仓趾高气扬地在沙发上就坐，那几个人纷纷递过了名片。原来那个握着话简的男女是此店的专务，是个四十五六岁的胖子。 “嗯，恕我冒昧，您想要哪样东西？” “我想租间公寓，太贵的不合适，月租二三万日元、附有可停车的地方。”朝仓说道。 “这种房子，我知道的，有七八处。”专务朝一个职员努了努嘴，这时己有一个职员退下去端茶了。 “这个么，还有一个条件，房主最好不会吹毛求疵地，要求有居民证和迁徙证明。” "You mean?" “没什么，我目前另有住处，这次租房子，就是想有个不被妻子知道的休息场所。”朝仓对