Chapter 8 Chapter VII

In Shinjuku Kabuki, there is a late-night tea shop called "Beauty", which provides free telephone service to customers. They can call directly to the tea table. Asakura once entertained a friend there half a year ago. He hailed a taxi next to the student dormitory of Nippon Women's University, and told the driver to go to Kabuki.The leather bag snatched from Sakurai was resting on his lap, walking along Mejiro Street and crossing Chitose Bridge.Enter the Meiji Avenue of the No. 5 Ring Color Line, turn right at Sanko-ding in Shinjuku, and you will arrive at the street of Kabuki-ding. It is already 0:31.

The streets on both sides showed no signs of resting yet. What was different from before zero o'clock was that there were fewer young white-collar workers and student couples, replaced by those young men who knew at a glance that they belonged to gangsters. The prey girls, and many middle-aged men with prostitutes.Bars in Ginza have short hours, so high-class courtesans flow from Ginza to the entertainment venues of Akaban and Roppongi.If you don't go there, go around Shinjuku or Ikebukuro. The "Beauty" tea shop is near the horse theater, and it is crowded with people.Chao Cang got out of the taxi and walked into the dusty tea shop with his leather bag.

Asakura pushed the door open and went in, the men in the first few rows of private seats all stared at the direction of the door with their cloudy eyes, and saw that it was him.Immediately lost interest.These people presumably took the waitress' flirting for real and just sat there waiting until the bar or nightclub closed.There are a few who can't bear to wait.Then they got up and dozed off, and some of them got drunk.When the waiters saw customers with their eyes closed, they sneaked over to shake them awake.Asakura sat down in a box next to a hi-fi recorder, which was playing a cloyingly sweet female-voiced pop song.

"Have a cup of coffee, and I want to make a phone call..." Asakura said to the approaching waiter. "Understood." The waiter said with a tired face. The telephone was brought with the coffee.The waiter placed the phone heavily on the table and plugged the cord into the socket. Asakura glanced at the coffee.From its smell and turbidity.It can be deduced that it was brewed with moldy instant coffee powder.He didn’t move his coffee, picked up the phone and listened to Jane.Thin gloves were still on. "The number you want?" The metallic voice of the operator came from the receiver.

"Excuse me, please answer the phone number outside the city, it's the Yokosuka number." Asakura gave Isokawa's phone number. "Please put down the phone and wait for a moment." "please." Asakura hung up the phone as she said, there is a direct line between Tokyo and Yokosuka.After waiting for about two minutes, the phone rang on the desk. "Yokosuka's call came." The wiring lady said impatiently, followed by Ueki's unsuspecting voice: "I'm Mr. Isokawa's secretary, who are you? Are you calling from Tokyo?" "It's me, you won't forget, right?" Asakura covered the other ear with his left hand.

"When, when..." "I just got here and put the old guy on the phone." "Sir has rested." "Wake him up, or if he doesn't come, I'll make him never wake up, and the same goes for you!" Chao Cang laughed a few times. "Wait, wait a minute, I'm going to call sir." After a while, Isokawa's pretentious voice sounded. "I'm sorry these days." "I'm being rude too." Asakura retorted, and asked again: "Is the agreed thing ready?" "You can have it whenever you want. But the old man thinks it's too risky to do business with you."

"That's not bad." "Open the skylight and tell the truth, this matter is over. It doesn't matter if the old man loses you as the buyer. Besides, without you, my business will be smoother. However, without you, the old man, it will be a bit difficult Right?" Isokawa smiled happily. "..." Asakura's eyes were bloodshot with anger. "Why don't you talk?" Isokawa seemed overjoyed at being able to fool Asakura. "You think I'm too scared to speak? Poor man, I'm so surprised by your stupidity." Asakura's tone was very calm.

"what?" "I have a little idea of ​​how to make you submit, and I also opened the skylight to speak frankly. I am considering which method is more appropriate to try first." "You want to do it. You might as well try it. I have the county police as my backing!" Isokawa shouted.From what he said, one can clearly hear wavering elements. "Yeah, I know. I will call you again in the next few days, and you have to get things ready before then. This place is wonderful, so I can't go on. Anyway, I hope you understand the truth." Asakura hung up the phone.

He sat in the store for ten minutes and then walked out.In order to prevent the saliva sample from being taken, he did not touch the coffee, although this is unlikely. He took a taxi back to his apartment in Kamimeguro, feeling very tired at once, but he couldn't rest yet.He put the purse, hearing aid and other things under the quilt, but he felt a little uneasy. If a thief came into the house, he would be in trouble.At that time, I rented an apartment in Setagaya as a secret base.But since Jingzi can also be free to send out others, in fact, Ji is useless at all.At least it is inappropriate to hide things that cannot be known by a second party.After all, it was just a place to hang out with Kyoko.

Asakura used a contraceptive kit to take about three grams of heroin, thinking that this thing should be taken in small doses.Then he went out of the apartment again, and he saw that his 23C motorcycle was still gathering dust in the open space by the door of the apartment. It was almost two o'clock in the morning when we arrived at the "Akamatsu Kei" apartment in Chidi, Setagaya.There are no pedestrians in the surrounding high-end residential areas, and there are not even dogs roaming the streets.There was only one cat crouching on the fence, its green eyes glowing in the light of the taxi.

Chao Cang went upstairs and opened the door, and pushed it inside.There was only a slit, and it turned out that the door chain was still hanging inside. He saw that the eight-tatami Western-style room was lit with electric lights, and there were rice roll boxes and thermos bottles on the table. Kyoko was wrapped up and fell asleep on the sofa. Tired of waiting.Near the wall, a small vaporizer burns quietly with a pale blue flame. Asakura opened the door chain with a pen, and after entering the room, he closed the door behind him. Kyoko was still awake, so he walked over and knelt on the carpet.Kissed Kyoko's neck, and hugged her waist with his right hand.Kyoko raised her upper body abruptly, and seeing clearly that it was Asakura, she put her head on the soft cushion next to the pillow again, lay on her back and stared at Asakura, with big tears dripping from the corners of her eyes. "I'm sorry, what's wrong with you?" Asakura leaned down again. "I've been waiting! I've always wondered if you've come back, have you really come back?" "You're talking nonsense. Why are you crying? Didn't I come here? I thought you were waiting, and a heart flew here long ago. But first, I served as the host and receptionist in the professor's hall, and then in the chief professor's house. It’s my first night at the banquet. It’s hard to get out.” Asakura said while sucking Kyoko’s tears. "I was waiting for you without eating dinner." Jingzi said softly. "I'm sorry, but I was afraid that you would feel lonely, so I only ate a little at the banquet and came here. Now it's time for dinner. No, you lie down, and I'll make tea." Asakura smiled and stood up, poured the boiling water from the thermos into the small earthen pot, then poured the tea into the tea bowl, opened the rice roll box, there was enough for five people inside.He knelt again between the sofa and the table.Asked: "What do you want?" "Ok……" Jingzi was still lying on the sofa, humming softly.She wiped away her tears and opened her mouth wide.Asakura thought, I have brought you what this mouth is longing for. Kyoko said it was enough after eating a dozen or so rice rolls, but Asakura ate up the remaining rice rolls enough for four people, and poured some wing soup on the soda crackers.He ate hot dogs and milk for lunch, and two fried tofu rice rolls for dinner, and he hadn't eaten well all day. Jingzi sat on the sofa and drank a few sips of tea.They lit cigarettes side by side, when Kyoko smiled and said, "There's a beautiful present, take a guess!" "Which aspect?" "It's what you desire." Kyoko murmured teasing Asakura. "Car?" Asakura's eyes lit up. "Guess right!" Kyoko hugged Asakura's head and neck with both hands, hung her body, looked into Asakura's eyes and said: "It's England's 'Conquer' card. That's what you want, isn't it?" "It's it, TR soul type." Asakura felt pure joy surge in his heart. "What a coincidence, it's a car called 'TR Ford'." "real?" "'Conquer' car has many models, I thought, which one do you like, and then I remembered that you said the price of 1.7 million, so I chose 'TR Forte'. The black body. OK?" "Excellent. It doesn't matter if the color is plain." Asakura said from the bottom of his heart.Then he asked, "Then it's a hard top?" If you don't have a hard top, you can probably afford it yourself. "What hard top?" Kyoko asked in bewilderment. "It's a toughened plastic roof. If you install this kind of thing, it looks like a two-seater carriage. Of course, if it is detachable, you can take off the roof when you don't need it, and it becomes a convertible car. Put on the soft top." "That's it. You seem to have said that a floppy or convertible car would be too much for mischief if it's parked where there are trolls, so I got the one with that hard top, and it's ten bucks more expensive." Ten thousand yen..." Kyoko breathed a sigh of relief. "You have read all my thoughts. Thank you." Asakura hugged Kyoko tightly.Rubbed her nose with hers. Driving fast is a kind of enjoyment, and the greatest pleasure is driving a convertible sports car on the road. I thought about adding a hard roof to the black TR soul car, and at night, it is no different from a sleeper car.Asakura's actions in such a car would be unobtrusive, as long as he is not a car connoisseur.Maybe they will mistake it for an ordinary car. "Where did you get the money to buy the car?" Asakura asked. "Don't worry. It's the old man's money." "Is that the old man named Koizumi?" "Yes. When he came on Saturday. I pestered him for his diamond brooch, and when he was gone on Sunday, I took the diamond to the jeweler." "..." "This kind of thing seems to be very easy. I sold it on the spot with a half discount. I spent another 30,000 yen to buy a fake that is exactly the same as the real diamond. Next time, if the old man wants to see the brooch, I will show it to him. This." Kyoko giggled. "You are not only a great beauty, but also a very intelligent woman." "That's not the case. Anyway, I got the banknotes, so I immediately went to the imported car store in Akasaka. I immediately found a consignment store with the 'Conquer' brand car. Garage proof, it's annoying." "That's right." "Because it's Sunday and the government agencies are closed, there's nothing I can do. I went to the district government office with the salesman in that store this morning. If it's fast, the police will come to the apartment tomorrow to confirm the parking lot. It will take two or three days. The car will be delivered after the license plate is done. These are all registered in my name, but I think it can be transferred to your name at any time." Kyoko buried her face in Asakura's chest. "You're really good. It's better to use your name. If you want to transfer to my name, you have to go through the formalities and trouble again." Asakura shook his head. "By the way, I also have a gift. I found some more of that medicine, although it's not much." He said as he took out a rubber condom from his inner pocket. Kyoko immediately grabbed the condom containing heroin from Asakura. "Have you used up what I gave you earlier?" Asakura asked. "Well, but I use it sparingly. If I can't connect it, it will be terrible. With this, it can last for a long time." Kyoko said with piercing eyes. She opened the shoulder bag thrown on the corner of the sofa, took out a sterling silver cigarette case, put the condom containing heroin into the pouch in the bag, and took out a squashed one from the silver cigarette case. Asakura lit a lighter for her. Kyoko took a deep breath, and Asakura could smell the smell of heroin from the green smoke.Kyoko's eyes moistened. "The old man is paying attention." Jingzi said lazily after exhaling a puff of green smoke. "..." Asakura firmly bit Kyoko's eyes. "Even if he wants a cigarette filled with this thing, I have no choice but to let him do what he wants." "The old man is angry." "Well, I'm not angry, but I got it from Du'er." Jingzi rested her head on the back of the sofa and rested her feet on the table.Relax your body. "You didn't say it was me, did you?" "Isn't it okay to let him know?" Jingzi was a little tricky. "Yeah, you should understand this, the old man used money to possess you, but you are not that kind of scum, you have to make him pay a very high price!" Asakura's eyes showed a compelling light. "Don't get mad! I'm joking. But the old man is aware of the medicine thing. He asked me how I got it." "anything else?" "He said that when he was tired, he could pick himself up with it. So he wanted to get some, so he asked me to tell him how to get it. I couldn't ask him. I said it was at the bowling alley. I bought it, but that person is only sold to people who are very familiar with it." Jingzi said like singing.She threw away the cigarette butt, closed her lips, and enjoyed the high of heroin. At four o'clock in the morning, Asakura Tetsu also got out of bed.Kyoko slept soundly with half of her head buried in the blanket.While the gasifier was still burning in the adjoining Western room, it was rather cold in the Japanese bedroom. He went out and put on his clothes, and wrote a few words on a notepad: "Can't sleep, go for a walk".He also felt that it was inappropriate to leave handwriting, so he tore up the paper and burned it in the ashtray.Back in the bedroom, by the light of the small desk lamp, I wrote the same words on the mirror with lipstick. Even if Kyoko didn't wipe it off, the handwriting would disappear automatically after a while. When I came to the porch of the apartment, the sky was dark.Before dawn, he stomped his feet and walked down the stairs. It was freezing cold outside, and the white air he exhaled floated on the gray street.He thought that if he couldn't get a taxi, he would take the first electric train on the Oda Express line, so he walked in the direction of Gotokuji Temple.The unawakened residential area is extremely quiet, only the barking of dogs echoing in the night sky.On the bus route to the scripture hall, there is a beautiful yellow taxi parked there, with a small light on, and the right-hand turn signal on the rear to signal you to "overtake".This is to prevent a car from hitting it from behind.It was cold, and the exhaust from the taxi looked like a puff of white smoke.Asakura walked over; the driver dozed off on the seat.He tapped on the foggy window glass.The driver looked up in a daze.Let the steering wheel bump a bit.He rubbed his forehead.Opening the car window, a cloud of hot air gushes out, and the heater is turned on inside. "Excuse me, can I get in the car?" Asakura asked. "Where are you going?" The young driver yawned big.Asakura's face was sprayed with a stream of gutter-like stench. "Go to Meguro." "Then, it's another one-way trip." The driver sat in the driver's seat, opened the door, and the air in the car suddenly became fresher. "It's for the girls, master." He waited for Asakura to sit down and started the car, showing his teeth yellowed by the smoke. "That kind of place." Asakura replied noncommittally. "You're not very old, so you're quite respectable. But women are a disaster, sir, you have to be careful." The driver said with a grin. "You are young enough, isn't it a bit too much to say that?" "No, it's just after one o'clock. I sent a waitress from Shinjuku to Soshiya's apartment in Setagaya Ward. She said that she would pay the fare at the house, and when she got there, she wanted to buy me tea or something. She dawdled After I got it, I changed into my pajamas in front of me." "This stinky girl has a really good figure. I couldn't help being tempted. As soon as I hugged her, a hooligan who said she was her husband came in from the next room and took away all the 5,000 yen I earned today. There is no way , I have to ask for prices or turn off the taxi meter to get money, otherwise I can’t go back to the business office to pay the business, so I waited like a stall, but there was no business at all. When the master wakes you up Son, I've been sleeping all the time. Smelly Jiezi, I'm making me look like a worthless taxi driver who specializes in rip-offs, let me meet her next time..." The driver yelled loudly, swearing and talking non-stop.He didn't back up the taximeter, which still had the empty car tag on it. When Asakura worked as a taxi driver during a work-study program.I know this type of taxi driver very well, and they often rely on their taxis not to be stopped by the police for late-night drunk driving.Drunk and smoked out of the car to solicit customers.This guy stopped the taxi to make extra money, which is exactly what Asakura wants, because the driving route will not be recorded in the driving daily report, and he can ride all the way to the apartment in Kamimeguro without worry. . While whining, the driver drove the car very fast, ignoring the signal lights at the crossing, and arrived at the destination in only 15 minutes. "I'm so confused. I was just talking and forgot to switch back to the taxi meter. How much do you usually pay for this journey?" The driver pretended to be stupid and turned on the lights inside the car. "I don't know, today is the first time." "That's 500 yen, okay?" the driver said cheekily. "I really can't do anything about you." Asakura threw down 500 yen and got out of the car. He memorized the name of the rental company and driver of the car. The car drove away like fleeing, and Asakura arrived at the apartment within a few steps.He returned to his room by the spare staircase at the back, which had not been cleaned for a long time.He put on a leather jacket and a pair of work pants, put on a helmet and goggles, put the American Luka automatic pistol in the inner pocket of the leather jacket, put socks, a pen, a screwdriver, etc. Clothes and a towel blanket were out of the room.He came to the door of the apartment and opened the trunk of the motorcycle, and put the things he was carrying in it. He pushed the motorcycle for a long way, and when he got to the downhill road leading to the bridge stop, he inserted the key in the ignition hole, shifted the transmission to second gear, and the cart started to run.After a while, the engine made a sound of starting. He quickly jumped on the motorcycle, shifted it back to the lowest gear, and drove forward slowly. When Asakura arrived in Shibuya, the sky was still dark. He turned up the collar of his leather jacket, but the cold wind was still blowing straight into his neck. "Marujin Firearms and Ammunition Store" is located in Udagawa, Shibuya, and it is about fifty meters away from the fork next to the casino on Shibuya Suido Street.Although the shop is in an alley, because parking is not prohibited in the alley, the business of Marujin Weapons Shop is very prosperous. Asakura stopped his motorcycle in an open space 50 to 60 meters away from the weapons store, and took out a few flat-headed wires from the suitcase.Wearing a towel blanket, he left the car.There was a pile of small stones at the corner of the clearing. He took out a sock and filled it with stones, tied a knot at the top, held it and swung it vigorously. The metal shutter door on the front of Marujin's weapon store was closed, and there was a window on one side of the door.Guns, ammunition, hunting gear and other things were neatly displayed inside. There was an iron door and curtains on the window, which were tightly closed. Zhao Cang found a narrow secret door on the other side of the door.So I put on thick gloves and walked there. He effortlessly opened the lock on the secret door, gently pushed it open, and holding the sock with the stone in his left hand, he bent down and got into the secret door.The shop is about 50 square meters, which is wide enough for a weapon shop.The depth is very long.There are some fluorescent lights on the ceiling.The lights were all off, except for a small dim light on the wall next to the entrance. Inside the entrance and exit is a sample showroom, with shelves on the left and right sides.Behind the glass doors are displayed air guns, shotguns and rifles, dozens of each.Under the shelves are bullet suppressors, hunting gear, and hunting clothes.There's also something pistol-related.There were some reception tables, sofas and armchairs in a decent arrangement, and at the end was a long table of the kind you see in bars.Beyond that are reception rooms and offices dedicated to receiving important customers.There is a staircase next to the long table, and the second floor is probably the dormitory for the shop assistants. Asakura approached the shelves of old rifles and carefully observed them one by one. Under the influence of trade liberalization, the variety of small-caliber rifles has obviously increased, and the prices have also dropped.Large-caliber rifles are still relatively rare in the Japanese market, but this shop has such weapons, and there are large-caliber rifles ranging from 243 caliber British "Wincheston" to 375 caliber Polish "Maknamo" on the rack About 30 rifles. Asakura opened a glass door. There were some bullets and a 306 caliber rifle. He chose an FN combination Mauser with an eight-fold zoom telescopic sight.He took the gun under the little light, pulled the trigger, and looked at the gun against the light. The rifle was intact, probably a new gun.He put the bolt on the hook and gently loaded the magazine. After the gun was placed on the sofa, he began to look for bullets. Most of the bullets were stored in the iron cabinet in the office or in the ammunition depot in the suburbs.There were some sample twenty-round boxes in the anteroom, and he pocketed five heavy boxes of "Wincheston," a 180-grain cartridge with a white bullet. He wrapped the gun in a blanket of towels and took the combination gun cleaning kit and a small can of cleaning oil.Seeing a pair of 60x long-terminal binoculars next to him, he took another chance, and then quietly backed up to the secret door. The people on the second floor were still sound asleep.Asakura came out of the house safely, at this time Dongfang was slightly white, and he walked slowly towards the open space where the car was parked.On the way, he poured out the stones in his socks, put the cleaning oil, binoculars, tripod, etc. into the small luggage of the motorcycle, took out a screwdriver from his pocket, removed the body of the FN Mauser, and put the gun on a towel blanket. Wrap the body and the wooden gun stock, so the length will not attract attention, tie this small bag on the trunk, and then drive on the road, on Suido Street in Shibuya.Passed by some young milkmen. The patrolling police at the police station did not suspect him.When he was approaching the "Chisongzhuang" apartment, the rising sun had dyed the sky red with clouds. About 150 meters away from "Chisongzhuang" was a high-end apartment "Songfuzhuang" of the same specification. He parked his motorcycle on the open space in front of "Songfuzhuang".There are already parked cars of some apartment residents and foreign guests, and a motorcycle will not attract attention. He stopped the car, opened the trunk, and hurriedly changed into a suit.He took out the bullet box in the pocket of the leather jacket, put the changed clothes into the suitcase, and stuffed the helmet and goggles into it.Asakura walked towards "Chisongzhuang" holding the rifle wrapped in two parts wrapped in a towel blanket, Wang Yuanmi and other things, praying secretly in his heart, God bless, I hope Kyoko has not woken up. "You? Is that you?" Opening the main door, Asakura's hopes were dashed - Kyoko's happy voice came from the bedroom. "Sorry, are you scared?" Asakura replied.He quickly looked around the European-style room, took off his leather shoes, and stuffed the things in his hands under the sofa. The gasifier hadn't been turned off yet.when he raised himself up.The bedroom door opened, and Kyoko appeared by the door. She was wearing a suit petticoat and a towel blanket, her feet were bare, and tears welled up in her eyes.Asakura walked up to her in two big strides, and gently picked her up. "You fool, you fool, you left Jingzi, where did you go?" Jingzi kicked her feet.The slender fist hit Asakura's broad and strong chest. "It was you who put me aside and fell asleep first. I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to go for a walk. Maybe I could get back to sleep soon. Didn't you see the words left on the dressing table mirror?" Asakura stuck to Kyoko ear said. "No, liar?" "How can I steal incense and jade in such a short time? Don't believe me, do you smell anything strange on me?" "Okay, don't catch a cold, it's not yet dawn." Asakura carried Kyoko into the bedroom. "May I have another good dream?" Asakura felt exhausted and soon fell asleep. The food delivery guy from the restaurant came to pick up last night's rice roll box.The voice woke Asakura from his dream.He looked at his watch subconsciously.It was past ten o'clock, and I had only slept for a few hours, and my muscles were tense. After the man left, Kyoko walked into the bedroom. She put on light makeup, a sweater on her upper body, and an apron around her waist.Asakura smelled a very strong aroma of coffee.My head suddenly cleared up, why can't I see the clothes I took off beside the bed?Probably Kyoko packed it into the closet.He glanced at the bullet box he had put in his suit pocket on the bedside table.My heart tightened all of a sudden.Kyoko also saw the driver's license with her real name on it——no, the driver's license was in the pocket of the leather jacket in the suitcase.He remembered.A piece of heart hanging in mid-air fell down, and he couldn't help smiling wryly. "Good morning, Xiaoyafu who stays in bed." Kyoko opened the curtains, and the sun shone on Asakura. "You're always so pretty." Asakura hugged Kyoko's neck. "Yo my hair is bad." Kyoko smiled and quickly kissed Asakura on the nose, and immediately took out a long nightgown from the closet, and put it on the side of the bed. "Your Highness, the imperial meal is ready!" She pointed to the kitchen as if she was performing a funny play. Asakura laughed too.He got out of bed, put on his nightgown, and lit a cigarette.Taking a sip, I felt extremely bitter in my mouth. The European-style room has been tidied up, and the bag of guns and binoculars that Asakura stuffed under the sofa when he entered the room has now been removed.He walked into the small bathroom without hesitation, first wiped his body with biting cold water, and then wiped the red skin vigorously with a thick towel, finally his body warmed up. The kitchenette doubles as a dining room.The filter coffee pot was steaming, and there was toast and bacon and eggs on the counter.Kyoko was putting fresh vegetables and oranges into the electric grinder, and Kyoko looked young and beautiful.There is no such mysterious color on the body. Asakura sat down in front of the stage, he didn't put the milk in, and drank the coffee as soon as he picked it up, the hot coffee gradually dispelled the stiffness in his muscles. "Don't be angry, tell me, where did you go at night?" Jingzi turned off the electric grinder, still smiling. "I let you expose it. But please don't get me wrong, I went to meet a friend. Of course. It's a man." Asakura scratched his head and said. "I didn't misunderstand, probably there will be no women walking at night with guns." "I woke up the doorbell, and you were sleeping soundly. I went out and saw that it was a good friend in high school. His name was Yoshida. This kid's hobby is hunting, but his wife is an out-and-out slut. I think hunting is a luxury entertainment, so Yoshida must use the money spent on hunting to subsidize living expenses. Yesterday Yoshida accidentally found a very good gun and bought it, but taking it home will inevitably lead to a big fight , so he left it with me. That's what he said." "It's hard to refuse him. Besides, if you argue with him, that kid will squeeze into the room and talk to me. He's going to know about you, so I'll accompany him out of here right away and take him all the way to the scripture hall. In order not to make you worry about this accident, I will ask that kid to take the gun away within two or three days." Asakura answered Kyoko's question, and Kyoko seemed to believe it. They started breakfast, and Kyoko ate only two pieces of toast and a little fruit juice.And Asakura ate nearly half a kilogram of butter bread and half a pound of cheese, and also ate Jingyu's share of bacon and swallow eggs. "I really envy you, but I used to have a good appetite." Kyoko lit a cigarette filled with heroin. "I don't know about your past. Of course, you don't know about mine either. I was born in Pai Song City. After graduating from high school, I ran for Miss Shizuoka for the first time. He sold me to a nightclub in Ginza, and ran away after getting paid. You know what happened later, and now this old man is the third owner. Why, do you hate me? " "You remind me of my past, and I'm a worthless person, but you and I are about to start a new life." Asakura fixed Kyoko's eyes with deep eyes. Asakura and Kyoko parted ways at Shimokitazawa Station.It was ten o'clock in the morning, so the rush hour had not yet passed.Kyoko got on the Oda Express Line electric train and went straight to Shinjuku, while Asakura first went to the Inokashira Line tram platform in Suginami, where "H" University is located.After turning around for a while, I left the platform and walked out of the ticket gate. There was a narrow and cluttered commercial street next to the station. In a sporting goods store, he bought a handbag and a box-shaped golf club bag that could be zippered and locked. A disarmed musket would go unnoticed in such a bag. There was a payphone in front of the sporting goods store. He called the company and got connected to the office. A colleague answered the call. "Good morning, I'm Yuzawa from the Finance Department." "It's me, I can't hear it anymore." Asakura covered his nose with a handkerchief, pretending to have a cold. "Why, is it you?" "The director probably hasn't come yet. Is the deputy director here? Excuse me, can you ask him to answer the phone?" "The deputy director is not here, it seems that he went to the chairman's meeting. What's the matter?" Yuzawa said. "Well, I can't get better from a cold, so I want to ask for a leave." "Got it, got it, let me tell you. I don't have any important work these days, and I also want to ask for leave." Yuzawa babbled some irrelevant words, and then said, "Ah, I wish you a speedy recovery, the star of the company. " Asakura smiled wryly, and put down the phone Jane that had been wiped with a handkerchief. He goes back to the station.After buying a morning newspaper, I boarded the electric train on the Oda Express Line.Flipped through the newspaper.There is no news of the Marukini weapons store being stolen.This is due to the earlier typesetting time of the morning newspaper. He got off at Haodeji Station, crossed several roads, and walked towards the residential area. After fifteen minutes, he returned to the "Chisongzhuang" apartment.He put the two-part FN 306-caliber Mauser in his golf club bag, put the binoculars for spotting the bullets in his handbag, and carried the magazine with him.He carried two bags to the open space in front of the "Songfengzhuang" apartment 50 meters away, tied the bags to the trunk of the motorcycle, and set off on the road in a suit. He drove slowly, looking for a place where he could change clothes.When he turned left into the Kamikitazawa area, he found a field and a patch of woods.He drove the car into the woods, took out the leather jacket and work pants from the suitcase, put on a helmet and goggles, and continued to drive for two hours. After that, Asakura came to the Tsurukawa hills.Here is a land of low hills and marshes, a hunting ground for grouse.It was probably a working day at the moment, and he didn't hear the hunting gunshots. He stopped the car at the end of a mountain road, pushed the car into the dense bushes, and walked on foot with two bags.He climbed several hills.Pass through several low-lying lands, and finally stop at a low-lying land between two hillsides, the ground is covered with a layer of dead plantain leaves.He found that this small valley-like lowland was an ideal shooting range. It was far away from crowds, and few birds came here to forage, so there were no traces of hunters.The open space is about 300 meters wide. Naturally, the exact length can be known with the view recorder of the telescope, but he is quite confident in his visual inspection ability.There is a gentle slope on the mountainside here, and in the middle of the gentle slope is a large tree stump with a diameter of more than 2 meters, which looks like a round table. On the opposite hillside, there is a relatively flat boulder. Asakura came to the gentle slope, opened the golf club bag that contained the gun, and used a screwdriver to assemble the gun body and the gun stock with the trigger part.The liner of the fixed part of the gun slot is made of special glass fiber, so the bullet point will change due to natural vibration when shooting.The trigger barrel is attached to the lens holder, where the free-fitting 21/2" 8x sight is mounted, but Asakura left it alone.The work in the finance department often involves dealing with gunpowder companies. He has read many books related to weapons and knows that the lens assembly of this kind of cat sight is very precise. If it is disassembled, its accuracy will be affected. He then set up a tripod with a 60x telescope and focused it on the center of the rock on the opposite hillside. This kind of telescope has a small field of view, but the object of observation is very clear. There are pits like pockmarks on the rock. The grains can be counted. Asakura lay prone on the big tree stump with the gun in his hand, adjusted the focus screw of the sight to the eightfold position, wrapped the gun belt around the elbow and wrist of his left hand, and assumed a prone shooting position. He aimed at a depression in the rock.Hold your breath, but because of the beating of the pulse, the target is also shaking near the cross line in the sight. The trigger feels very heavy, and it is difficult to grasp the best time to start.He couldn't resist pulling the trigger, and just as the firing pin clicked, the target jumped to the side of the scope. He was not discouraged, he lay down there and practiced hard. After two hours, he was finally able to control the target on the center line of the sight within a second or two. 以生产勃朗宁枪为主的比利时FN公司，实际上就是比利时的国营兵工厂。在这家公司制造的可卸式小型枪枝中，信誉最好的是德国人的毛瑟兄弟设计的毛瑟步枪，这种枪的撞针在一般情况下不会因打空枪而变形。 朝仓仰面躺了一会儿，等身子和眼睛放松后，又翻身俯卧树桩上他首次往弹匣中装了子弹，白色的弹头上嵌着圆锥形的铅合金。他瞄了十分钟后打出了第一枪，在击发产生的后座力作用下，眉头让枪托狠狠地撞了一下，枪身猛地跳了起来，瞄准器里什么也看不见，而始终睁着的左眼倒看清了在目标下方60公分处的岩石上升起了一股白烟，那是子弹打碎的岩石粉末。他用瞄准器看了看，又用望远镜观察了一下。确定子弹偏在目标的左下方。 接着他很仔细地开了五枪。头一枪比第一发提高了一点，这五枪的距离最多不会超过15公分，他通过望远镜看到第一枪大概是枪简过冷所致，偏离目标很远，后面的五枪，则全在直径约15公分的圆圈之中了。朝仓在这方面有着超人的天赋。除了狩猎专用的猎枪，就是这种FN毛瑟枪，哪怕用台钳夹住定位射击，有300米的射程。最多也只能打出一个七八公分的集弹点。 朝仓调了调装在瞄准器上方和右侧的微调螺丝，每调一圈，可以使着弹点移动1英寸。随着调节螺丝的摩擦声，瞄准十字中心线往右上方抬高了。 他又打了30多发子弹，最后能打在以目标为中心的十公分直径的圆圈之内，这时已将近下午5点钟了。 他做了几次深呼吸，拾起散落在身旁的空弹壳，将枪重新拆开，放进高尔夫球棒袋，然后从皮夹克的口袋里掏出美式卢卡自动手枪，他先朝五米开外的小石头打了几枪，然后一步步远起来，当他能命中25米外茶盅般大小的土坷垃时，太阳已快落山了。他收拾好东西离开这里，回到上目黑的寓所时，已是6点多了。他将摩托车上的东西拿进屋，又到一楼从报箱中取回报纸。 今天的晚报也是大杂烩。在社会新闻版的角落里，有一小段关于涩谷丸进武器店被盗步枪一枝的报道。他打开冰箱看了看，罐头全吃光了，连干硬的陈面包也没剩下一块。他换上西装，把卢卡自动手枪插在裤子皮带上，在大衣口袋里放了一只瓷碗、助听器和录放机，又将公司职员证夹在鞋子的皮垫下面，便离开了住所。从早上到现在什么也没吃过，俄得头都有点晕了。 走到放射四号大街，他在公用电话亭，往东和油脂公司打电话。 “这里是新东洋工业大厦，您是……”接电话的好像是夜班警卫。 朝仓把手帕塞进嘴里，变着声音说： “我是日本油脂报的记者，请接东和油脂公司，我给总经理家里打过电话，说是还没回去。”他用话套对方。 "Please wait" 夜班警卫答道。不一会儿，响起了一个客气得让人肉麻的声音：“我是秘书科的，能为您做点什么吗？” “想见见总经理。” “现正在开会，也许我能替总经理听听您要说的事。” “我得到贵公司要在村山建立新工厂的消息，所以想向总经理核实一下，既然在开会就不打扰了。会什么时候结束？” "I don't know about that." “好吧，我等会再打电话。” 朝仓挂断了电话。心想只要能知道会议仍在继续，其余的就用不着你这个当秘书的了。 出了电话亭，他到就近的超级市场买了半公斤面包、500克灌肠，还有几听果汁灌头，叫了出租车，吩咐司机去京桥，就坐在车里吃起了晚餐。 在京桥的地铁出入口旁边，朝仓下了出租车。 他转进一条巷子，路旁有个代替垃圾箱的聚乙稀圆桶。他把装果汁罐头的空纸袋扔了进去。新东洋工业大厦砌着高高的混凝土围墙。轨道式铁栅门紧关着。门内的后院是供等待进入地下停车场的汽车停放的场地，现在一辆车子也没有。地下停车场入口处边上有间屋子。窗口透出了灯光，夜班警卫值勤点就在那儿。 朝仓从大厦背后绕进左边的一条通道，围墙里是沿着大楼横侧外墙直通房顶的备用楼梯，每层平台上亮着一只小小的红灯泡，通道有一米来宽，另一面也是一堵高峭的混凝土围墙，围墙里面是一家合成纤维公司的大楼。他走进通道的目的，就是要利用靠近纤维公司围墙这一侧的电线杆。 巷子里不时有步履匆匆的行人走过，没有什么人好奇地张望这条通道。朝仓脱去皮鞋，放进大衣口袋，迅速地爬上了电线杆上了电线杆，他站在纤维公司的围墙上，然后往新东洋工业大厦的围墙跳过去，由于用力过猛，身体失去了平衡。脚下滑。眼看就要栽在水泥地面的后院。他赶忙伸手，总算攀牢了围墙内缘。墙高四米左右，朝仓伸出手，大概可以勉强够到三米，所以落地时只发出了一点响声。他戴上薄手套，不出声地登上备用楼梯。心中打定主意，万一被警卫发现，如果也看清了自己的容貌，那就拿出职员证，说是来取忘带的东西，否则就将他打昏。然后逃走。 他觉得走这一段路花去的时间待别长，其实只用了五分钟就到了七楼房顶。他匍匐着爬过房顶。来到了与董事会议室窗口垂直的位置。上次用过的鱼线。仍然结在铁栏杆上，在风中静静地晃动。朝仓解下鱼线，从口袋中取出瓷碗，把线头在碗脚绕了几圈后绑牢。打开助听器开关，放入碗内。但只有助听器本身的轻轻摩擦声，却听不到会议室里的声音。静等了三分来钟还是没有，他摘下耳塞。把助听器放在房顶地面上。也许是那只在下面起集音器作用的瓷碗已经脱开了，于是他把上半身探出铁栏杆。沿着鱼线看下去，那只原先粘在董事会议室排气孔的盲板上的瓷碗并没有脱落，鱼线也没断头，他仍趴回老地方塞起耳塞。难道是总经理他们已走了？ 五分钟后总算捕捉到谈话声。是总经理的声音：“算了算了，大家这样愁眉不展也起不了什么作用。明天的事，就明天再说吧，这种会再开下去也无济于事，反而会引起新东洋工业公司先生们的疑心。我看今天晚上就到此散会。诸位要打起情神来。”他显得有些厌烦地说。 接着是表示赞成，吩咐备车，还有移动椅子的声音。朝仓轻轻喷了喷嘴，心想真是白费劲。继续倾力静听，董事会议室里出来的脚步声渐渐消失在走廊上。他明白来得太迟了，终于一无所获。他关掉助听器的开关。 大楼的后院里。响起了一片汽车引擎的轰鸣声，朝仓解开上面那只瓷碗上的鱼线。重新结在铁栏杆上，收起东西，往看得见后院的地方爬去。 总经理、董事们纷纷坐上了车身大得有点可笑的美国“恰氏拉克”牌轿车或美国“克拉依斯拉”牌轿车。朝仓瞪着燃起怒火的眼睛，目送这些车子从地下停车场开入围墙后面的巷子。他抑制住满腔怒气开始冷静地考虑如何平安无事地走出大楼。即使下楼时不被人发现，但再用爬墙的方法是很难行得通的，且后门又有警卫看守，也无法不被觉察地开门出去。看来只有从大楼本身想办法了。他通过房顶的出入口，沿着仅有微光的楼梯下到七楼，走廊上还飘着几缕青烟，这时从六楼传来了不止一个人的皮鞋声，朝仓飞快地闪进楼梯边上的厕所，没穿鞋子的脚踩在湿漉漉的瓷砖上实在不舒服。 上楼来的是两个夜班警卫，他们谈论着棒球对抗赛和打麻将一类的事，试了试七楼各个房门是否锁牢，朝仓躲进了解大便用的隔旬。 警卫在七楼转了一圈，没有进厕所查看，因为厕所里没什么值得偷的物品。他们说着笑话下楼去了。朝仓在厕所里又呆了十来分钟，然后沿着楼梯到了一楼，从厕所的窗子出了这幢大楼。 他穿好鞋子，叫了一辆出租车。吩咐司机尽快赶到参宫桥。现在该是让京子派上用场的时候了。 朝仓想起曾和京子在“宾艾特劳”意大利餐馆吃过东西，当汽车开到京子住的“参宫曼逊”的高坡下面，他就在餐馆门前下了出租车。 店堂里还像上次那样光线昏暗，台桌和单间里都亮着摇曳的烛光，侍应生将朝仓引到左侧深处的一张空台桌。朝仓要了意大利通心粉细面条，站起身说。 “我想打个电话。” “请，就在出纳机边上。” 侍应生毕恭毕敬地指了指放电话机的地方。 这里的顾客几乎全是男女情侣。其中有半数光景是南欧国家的男子与日本站娘的对儿。 朝仓在现金出纳机房的柜台长桌上拨通了京子房间的电话。 “谁啊？”京子的声音总是这样懒洋洋的。 “我是首饰店的。”朝仓用暗号回答。 "Is that you?" “是我，老头子不在？”朝仓问。 “打了个电话给我说是今晚要来。那您有什么事？” “想跟你当面谈件事，只要一点时间就够了，能来吗？我在'宾艾特劳'。” “我就来，您等等我。”京子爽快地答应了。 “好吧！”朝仓往长桌上放了一枚10日元硬币，回到自己的桌子，又向侍应生点了瓶“舍利”白葡萄酒。 就在招待端来香气扑鼻的通心粉细面的同时，京子走进店门了，她披着条海豹皮大衣。坐在店里的女人们都用充满羡慕和嫉妒之情的目光看着她。朝仓打着打火机开大汽体，用长长的火舌同她打招呼。京子马上就发现了他，向侍应生讲了句话，径直往这边走来。她大概是急于赶到脚上还跟着一双拖鞋。 “我有点担心起来，您有事要说，不会是什么坏消息吧？”京子刚坐下，就气喘吁吁地说道。她的眉间布着一丝愁云。 “担心倒大可不必，我是有事求你。” “在说这件事前先吃点什么？”朝仓漂了站在台子前的侍应生一眼。 “就来份果汁冰琪淋吧。” 京子小声说道，于是朝仓又让侍应生添份冰琪淋和白葡萄酒。 他摊开还没动过的面条，拉住京子放在上面的小手包在自己的双掌之中。 “我有些事还没告诉你。”他盯住京子的眼睛喃喃说道。 京子的眼中闪着不安的神色。 “实际上，我在助教之外还兼着一些差使，跟半工半读的学生差不多。” “阿，我还以为是什么十分重要的事，您是在为这事发愁了。”京子的表情松弛下来了。 “嗯。你听我说。我的兼职，是替在一个我们大学经济系任教授的评论家收集资料，说到底，这是一种仰人鼻息的工作。” “您是想辞了这份差事。”京子笑着问。 “不是这样，如果光为了钱，有不少工作比这好得多。但我为了尽早当上副教授，就不得不搞好学校各方面的关系。” "I understand that." “有次跟教授聊天。不知怎地说漏了嘴，谈起我与你的保护人，也就是东和油脂公司的财务处长小泉相当熟悉事，到如今，真无法想象当时怎么会讲出这种话来。” 京子面露难色，这种事她是无法搭腔的。 “可教授却当真了，他一定要我向小泉先生打听东和油脂公司的内幕，他是想把这些材料写进著作里去，当然他保证绝对不会让我和小泉先生感到为难。只是为了分析目前的经济形势，这些情况是必不可少的。教授讲到这个地方，说什么我也无法向他坦白，所谓认识小泉先生纯粹是在开玩笑。”朝仓一睑苦他至极的样子。 侍应生端来了刚才点的东西，等他把东西放好走开后，朝仓显得心事重重地接着说：“具体情况我不清楚，听教授说，好像有一个专干敲竹杠的家伙，利用手中掌握了财务处副处长侵吞公款之类不法行为的材料，讹诈东和油脂公可。” “啊！”京子扬起眉毛听朝仓说下去。 “至于为什么一个财务处副处长的贪污就能把整个公司牵连进去的原因，好像是公司的干部全是合伙干的。所以，你的保护人小泉处长也在其中吧！” “你想想，靠他那点工资能够供他这样享乐吗？” “你的意思是说他是为了我才这么干的？”京子的眼圈有点发红了。 “别胡思乱想，我又不是那家公司的股东，才不去考虑到底是谁在骗取公司的钞票，只是想了解点实情罢了，那你能不能向小泉打听一下，那个敲竹杠的家伙手头究竟有何等程度的材料。可以用来讹诈东和油脂公司，要是搞不到这个消息，我也许一辈子也当不上副教授了。”朝仓咬着下唇说，他右拳击着左掌。 京子轻轻地吁了口气。 朝仓喝干了第二杯葡萄酒。 “你能答应我的请求吗？”他用孩子乞求母亲疼爱时的表情直楞楞地看着京子。 “对您我是说不出个'不'字的。”京子低声细语道。看上去她似乎要哭了。 “你答应啦，真对不起！”朝仓又拉起京子的手，凑到自己的身边用双唇抚摩着她的左掌，又衔起她的手指轻轻的咬了口。京子闭着双眼，靠手肘顶住台子来支撑自己的身子。 “当然，对小泉可千万不能说出是受我之托。你就对他说，你近来总感到有点不对劲，在为他担心。你就装出什么也不知道的样子，要一装到底。让他把事情全讲出来。”朝仓平静地叮嘱道。 京子像被施了催眠术似地点着头。朝仓见状，又加了一句有关海洛因的事：“万一小泉今天夜里也需要这种药粉，你就随他拿吧。不用担心自己的份额。那个朋友己讲定给我了。” “真的？”京子如梦初醒似地睁开眼睛。 “是啊，这次能拿到最起码可以维持半个月的数量。” “我放心啦！哟，我差点忘了，今天警察来公寓确认车库了，要是再催催推销员，大概明后天就能去取牌照啦！”京子微笑着说起了'征服TR'汽车的事。 “快盼到头了。有了汽车，我们高兴上哪就可上哪了。”朝仓情绪十分高涨。 京子瞅了瞅腕上的白金钻石手表。 “啊，已经迟了，老爷子也许到了，我给他留了张条子，说去买包香烟，马上回来。” “那刚才说的事就拜托了……世田谷的公寓里只有管理员那儿有电话，所以明天我打电话给你，再定个见面的时间。”朝仓说道。 “嗯我想法试试他。”京子站了起来。 “不送你了，可能小泉这会儿正出来找你了。” “晚安。就为能尽早实现我们真正在一起生活努力吧。” “再见，我的Baby doll！” 朝仓也站起身，在京子的耳上轻轻吻了吻，他闻到了法国“盖蓝”牌高级香水的味道。 他目送着京子出店，就将变凉的面条吃掉。京子要的冰琪淋已溶化了，他没去动它。吃完面条，他坐了一会。然后叫了辆出租车回到了目黑的寓所。 朝仓换上皮夹克和工装裤，拎着装有分成两段的小型毛瑟枪的高尔夫球杆袋。又离开了公寓。这时是晚上10点左右。那枝已校正过弹点的卢卡自动手枪，就藏在皮夹克的内袋里。 戴上头盔和风镜，把高尔夫球杆袋绑在行李箱上，他开着摩托车上路了。黑色的风镜夜间也能使用，与变色墨镜差不多。他沿着中原大街往横滨进发，油箱里大概还有5公升汽油，跑上200公里不成问题。到了纲岛后往左拐，穿过一条蜿蜒于田野、工厂和山丘之间的公路，冲下一条坡道，在大陆桥附近进人第二京派线高速公路。 来到横滨市境内了，他在青木桥往左拐到樱木叮，然后又往右转弯，朝伊势佐木叨方向开去。 去伊势佐木的银座，得经过一座小桥，桥下是条污水沟，沿着小沟，是露天停车场密密麻麻地停放着各种自用汽车和摩托车。现在已将近11点了，而污水沟岸边的霓虹灯仍在大放华彩。 朝仓将车停在个公共厕所边上，解下高尔夫球杆袋把头盔和风镜放进行李箱，从箱里取出螺丝刀、钳子和一截电线。他顺着污水沟走去，一边打量着周围的汽车。 到了离桥150来米处，一辆停在他右侧的“伯布利克”牌轿车引起了他的注意，栗色车身，小巧灵便，这种丰出公司产的汽车，转向系统性能颇佳，可以自如地在小巷兜圈子。 他放下高尔失球杆袋，慢吞吞地在岸边解了小便，同时仔细地观察了下这辆汽车。它挂的是神奈川县的牌，照看来车子的主人不是本地居民，大概是来伊势佐银座寻欢作乐的。 朝仓用铁丝打开车门，拿起袋子钻进驾驶座，先将排挡放在空档上，撕开一包'和平'牌香烟，将包装锡纸搓成纸捻打开风门，手伸到仪表盘的反面，把纸卷在点火开关的三相引线上。气冷式发动机没有发出轰响，起动的运转声低沉得简直令有点担心是否发动得起来。 他把袋子移到后排座椅上，拉起手动变速操纵杆，放在侧档上，踩起刹车，汽车就往后退出了停车场。 他将时速保持在60公里上下，不紧不慢地从八蟠桥开上横须贺大街。不时有引擎发出尖啸声的小型卡车或三轮小汽车从他边上超了过去。 如果京子订的那辆“征服”拿到手，只要我高兴，尽可以用一百六七十公里的速度与你们比试比试，想到这一点，他对老是让人超车就不那么感到懊恼了。 但是，在像今夜这样的行动中，使用惹人注目的运动型轿车并非上策，他更希望能有一辆在外观上与“伯布利克”或“蓝鸟”之类的车子差不多，而在引擎和悬挂系统上加以彻底改造的汽车。 他时常在梦境中勾勒出这样一辆汽车，外形上或许就与“蓝鸟”牌轿车差不多，车身带着伤痕，油漆剥落。重心很低，采用了重式悬挂器，因此比标准车体要稍矮一些。而细心的人可以发现这辆车的各个轮子都装上了圆形制动器。 但真正的妙处还在发动机护罩下面四门汽化器、双动式顶置凸轴、立升、60马力的引擎发着庄重的冷光，那简直是件艺术品。在它有意散散步时，那些车身大得滑稽的美国车或徒有其貌的国产豪华斩车会趾高气扬地看不起它。而一旦它加大油门，低档是35公里。二档是100公里，三档是210公里，最高时速可达250公里。如此加速对它来说全不费劲，从始动到全速只需12秒。当它挟着风势呼啸而进，留给那些汽车的，只是一阵“啪、啪”的轰鸣声，谁也无法望其项背。 隐藏着强大破坏力的，是手中的武器。具有迅雷疾风之速的是座下的汽车―它们，都是力量的象征，是进入力的世界的津梁。However.这并非朝仓追求的全部。在他的心目中，这是一种纯而粹之的机械论哲学。这是一种对精密的机械的现代释物教。 朝仓穿过横滨、田浦的街道后，把车开进隧道，出了最后一个隧道，就在“百老汇饭店”前面一点的地方拐进了家山公园附近，一离开中央高速公路，路上就不见有行人来往了。右边是一排接一排的公园的树木。如果沿着公园外侧走，再过去就是矶川的住宅了。 他在光线暗淡的公园边的岔道上转了360度的弯，把车头调向横须贺大街。刹住车后将纸捻拉掉，引擎就熄火了。他把高尔夫球杆袋背在左肩，离开了汽车。 矶川住宅的地势比公园高，所以站在公园这边只能看到高高的混凝土围墙和伸出围墙的树梢的黑影。他跨过公园边上低低的石头栅栏，里面有根电线杆，公园管理处和矶川住宅的电话线就全拉在上面。他将袋子放在树丛里，攀上了电线杆，当爬到够得着普通电话线的地方停了下来。取出事先准备好的钳子，将电话线剪断。断了的电话线猛地垂了下去。 下了电线杆，他背起袋子向公园的林子中走去，那里有一裸高山群树的大杉树。一路上，他把凡是亮着的路灯统统关掉了。这裸杉树已饱历风霜，有1人合围粗，在树的根部还钉着一坎自然纪念物的小牌子。朝仓背着袋子往树上爬，实在不轻松。累得直喘气…… 矶川的院子里鸦雀无声，各楼的灯都关掉了。住在里面的人好像都在屏气敛声。朝仓把高尔夫提包挂在左肩上，迅速地从杉树高处滑了下来。还没等从远处传来警车的警笛声，朝仓就从公园的树林里窜出。越过石头栏姗，奔向停在公园旁边的那辆偷来的轿车，发动马达，开了出去。车子到了横须贺街便拐向左道。朝仓把方向盘打向沙留车站方向，两辆闪着车顶灯，鸣着警笛活像两头野牛似的警车恰好擦而过。 当车子上了坂本坡，来到儿童公园的时候，从背后老远的横须贺街道传来了疯狂的警笛声。朝仓想，看样子，那些主要公路上都设了警戒。 然而，这点早在朝仓的预料之中，他不假思索地越过一个斜坡，朝池山街开去。这个地方人烟稀疏，从左边能隐约看见火葬场的烟囱。他一带车子向左拐进一条小路。前方有片杂树林道路两旁是旱地和几户住家。 朝仓把车开到一大块空地的墙根前停了下来。拎起装有分解成两半的毛瑟枪的高尔夫提包，向那片杂树林走去。 一进杂树