Chapter 9 chapter eight

Asakura half picked up Kyoko and got into the Conqueror "TR4" car as it drove away from the shooting range.It was already red sun and night fell. At the crossroads piled with boulders, Asakura turned the steering wheel to another road that diverged from the original road. It was still a gravel road, but it was slightly better than the one just now. "TR4" seemed to be running on a washboard, quite non-stop along the way. Soon, the car drove into a very rough asphalt road, arrived at the end of Yuandangma Street, and then drove towards Atsugi Street. "TR4" entered the administrative road in the Yabe area near Hachioji, and they passed by here when they went to the shooting range.

From here all the way to the entrance of the Yokohama auxiliary road is a comfortable high-grade asphalt road.At night, the white motorcycles of the road police had disappeared, and Asakura was speeding at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour.There are quite a few US patrol cars, but they don't care about Japanese family cars. At the entrance of the Yokohama Urasuke Road Tunnel, there is a faint blue light, and people today suddenly imagine that when they approach the entrance of the tunnel, there is a steering wheel in Asakura.The car went the other way. "When, how about we go to Izu for fun?" Asakura said softly to Kyoko.

"Ah, that's really great!" Kyoko suddenly became active.She held Asakura's left hand on the gearshift with her right hand, and leaned over.The strong smell of French olive perfume hits the nostrils. The car drove towards the Higashi Kanagawa Line that merged with the Second Keihin, turned right halfway, crossed the Second and First Keihin Lines, crossed the Bandai Bridge, and came to a wholesale market in a short while. At this time, the entire market was as lonely as ruins, and there was a soundless sea in the distance.A few pillars of searchlights swept back and forth silently.Asakura stopped the TR4 in front of a sea crab shop called "Haitui Pavilion" on the left side of the market.

When I got out of the car, I was greeted by a pungent sea breeze with a tar smell.Asakura hugged Kyoko, who turned up the collar of her tall coat, and walked towards the store. The store faces the sea on both sides, with glass walls, and the indoor lighting is dim and pleasant.Sitting here, customers can enjoy the night view of the harbor while tasting seafood.Maybe it's because this place is relatively remote, or the price is not popular enough. Half of the 30-table storefront is empty. Asakura sat on the window seat with Kyoko on his arm.The shop was very thoughtful, in order to avoid the hot air from blurring the window glass, they pasted a layer of filter paper on it.

The waiter dressed as a sailor brought over the menu, "What would you like to eat?" Asakura opened the menu.He leaned towards Kyoko. "My appetite has improved again since yesterday, and I'm probably used to the smoke." Jingzi whispered, but she immediately stopped talking when she realized that she had made a slip of the tongue.After a while, I said to the waiter: "Have a crab and prawns, let's drink a big cocktail! Hmm, try to keep the alcohol content low. I'll have a hairy crab and lobster and a bottle of dark beer. Asakura also After ordering the food, considering that the deal with Ji Chuan is at 1 o'clock in the morning, you can't eat too much, otherwise it will hinder the action. But it's not a big problem."

From their seats, they looked as far as the eye can see, from the high enemy pier to the foot of the mountain, and they could have a panoramic view of the pier area.The Marin Lighthouse standing high on the Customs Wharf is particularly eye-catching. "Oh, it's good to be young! I seem to have grown younger since I've known you. Really. Younger. How much I feel now how interesting it is to be alive! But sometimes I always feel the suffocation in my chest. Kyoko stared at a brightly lit ship moored at sea in the distance, talking to herself. Asakura looked at her silently, nodded his head lightly, and a pity for Kyoko silently rose in his heart.This kind of emotion has been missing for him for a long time.I wandered around like a wolf for many years and was nervous.Attacking around for a purpose, alone and helpless.Maybe one day I will be killed by people like dogs.Maybe only in the embrace of Jingzi's mother's love is his final destination?

The order was served. The fat crabs and shrimps still look like they are alive, lying on the plate covered with ice cubes, and people can't bear to leave them.The most wonderful thing is that the crab and shrimp have been cut with a knife in advance, so when you poke the shell with a fork, the meat will come off. An hour and a half later, the two walked out of the store and sat back in "TR4", with the lingering aroma of seafood still lingering in their mouths. Asakura headed toward Tokyo via the second Keihin.After smoking two cigarettes mixed with heroin in succession, Kyoko leaned her head on the backrest of the deeply recessed seat, opened her mouth slightly, and fell comfortably into sleep.

In the end, "TR4" crossed the Yamanote Street of "Ring No. 6" from Gotanda, and finally returned to the apartment of Kyoko Sangongbashi.When the car drove to the parking lot and turned off the engine, Kyoko woke up.She blinked and said softly, "Excuse me, have you arrived already?" "Good night. Ah, I almost forgot, I have to go back to work on a small paper, of course I would like to stay with you all the time, but this way. I will only look at you. Can't work I'm sorry." Asakura got out of the car and opened the door for Kyoko. "Although I feel lonely after you leave, I am willing to bear it. Take care of yourself. Staying up late is not good for your health." Jingzi got out of the car.

"knew." "This car is really for you, please, just drive it back!" "Thank you!" Asakura gently hugged Kyoko's shoulders and walked her to the front door of the apartment.not good!It would be bad if Koizumi was already in Kyoko's room, looking through the blinds.The thought quickly crossed Asakura's mind.He covered his face with his left hand on the collar of his coat that stood up high and drove the "TR4" back to the Setagaya Chite Apartment that he rented with Kyoko. It was nearly 10 o'clock.Asakura didn't even think about sitting down, he just messed around with the table, the kitchen, etc., and hurried out of the apartment again.

On the way, I went to a pharmacy to buy something.It only took about 10 minutes to get back to Kamikitazawa's apartment, which was also kept secret from Kyoko.Although the yard hadn't been repaired in time, and the wall door seemed to be about to collapse, but it was surrounded by a two-meter-high concrete wall, so it was not easy for people to know that the car was hidden in the yard. He went out again and asked for a taxi to go back to the Kamiguro apartment. He took work clothes, half-height leather shoes and other things, stuffed them into a small suitcase, found his motorcycle parked next to the main entrance of the apartment, and drove back to Shangbei. Ze.

It's already 11 o'clock at night.Because I was only wearing a suit and it was cold and windy on the way, when I arrived at the apartment, my face started to ache.He parked the motorcycle next to "TR4", opened the suitcase and checked, and confirmed that there were protective hats and goggles inside, before he walked into the room with it.He casually threw the suitcase into the messy bed, and came to the small warehouse in the basement. The basement was very cold, and Asakura opened the cabinet in the basement with thin gloves. He took out all the 18 million yen in the cabinet, and took out the 38-caliber extra-large Colt automatic pistol hidden in the rice jar and The "Lugo" automatic pistol and two boxes of 50 rounds of ammunition were taken out.He also took out the driver's license that had been searched from the body of the taxi driver Fuyuki who had been beaten to death, with his photo changed and his name changed.Asakura moved these things to the dining room and changed into coarse cloth clothes with pockets on the calf. After checking the magazine, he stowed the small-bore Lugo in a trouser pocket and tucked the Colt into the belt, covering it with the hem of his jacket. In addition to the safety valve of an ordinary automatic pistol, this "Colt" also has a handle safety valve and an intermediate valve. If the intermediate valve is activated, even if the bullet is loaded, the machine head will be opened.It is also absolutely safe.Therefore, Asakura turned the fully loaded "Colt" to the middle valve position. He took out another handkerchief and wiped his wallet.Since it was brought from Tomeguro, fingerprints may have been printed on it. The prepared fur socks and bullet box were put into the long leather shoes, and he picked up the shoes and the handbag to the main entrance, put on the rubber-soled shoes and walked towards the "TR4" parked in the yard.After putting the huge pile of things into the back seat of the "TR4", Asakura took out the protective cap from the small iron box of the motorcycle and sat in the passenger seat.After putting on the hat, put the goggles into the pocket of the jacket. It's almost 12 o'clock.Asakura sat in the driver's seat and slowly drove the car out of the gate.After the car exits the gate.He stopped, jumped out of the car and closed the door.At this time, he saw a man who looked like a newspaper salesman stuffing newspapers and business cards into his mailbox. He sat back in "TR4" and there was only one hour left before the appointment time with Isokawa.The only favorable condition is that due to the dead of night, the police cars and road police motorcycles are less visible. Asakura originally wanted to take a shortcut on Inuyama Street to the base shooting range, but that road is obviously much worse than the road from Hachioji. According to the situation of Tsurukawa, which he visited a few days ago, it seems that the Tatsugawa area is paved. asphalt road. There is no one on the street in the residential area, and it is silent, only the low and uniform exhaust sound of "TR4" echoes, just like a jet tram passing through the narrow part of the scripture hall in a landslide, and the car is driving towards the streets of Setagaya. At first, because the road from Shangjie to Mashigongyuan was under construction, the road was not easy to walk.But as soon as I arrived at the National Tibet Hospital, the road was very good.If it is daytime, speeding here will immediately attract the white motorcycle of the police. The trail will soon be over.The roads are also getting worse.Especially from the front of the photo studio at the station, through Tamadi Avenue, to the Izumi Tama River, the road surface is surprisingly poor. "TR4" let out an annoying squeak as if dissatisfied.These are all potholes for the construction of Olympic sports facilities, and some of the potholes are so big that they can almost support mantis fish.Asakura nervously steered the steering wheel from left to right to avoid these potholes, but his speed did not slow down at all. The belly of the car almost hit the ground, white smoke came out from the exhaust pipe, and even reached the Bojiang area.There is not even room to avoid these potholes.Asakura had no choice but to slow down and crawl slowly like a beetle. Finally, we arrived at the newly erected aqueduct bridge leading to the Izumi Tama River.The lights here are bright, and the mercury lamps are dense like a highway. The "TR4" quickly recovered its speed as if recovering from a serious illness, and drove like flying on the flat asphalt road. Open the Tama River waterway bridge, from Noborito to Tsurukawa has been unimpeded.The section from Hechuan to Administrative Road is a bit rough and uneven, but most of it is still a good asphalt road. When Asakura arrived tiredly at the three-fork intersection of the reservoir next to the rifle shooting range of the base, it was only 0:15 in the morning .The 30 kilometers from the Tama River to the three-fork intersection only took 15 minutes, that is, about 80 kilometers per hour.And on a good section of the road, the speed will never be lower than 150-160 kilometers per hour. Asakura drove the "TR4" towards the nursing home on the left. At this time, the lights of the nursing home had already been turned off. At the turn at the intersection, Asakura turned the car around, made the front of the car look in the direction of the road, and turned off the engine. Asakura started to get dressed.The grass-green protective hat and goggles covered most of his face. He opened the 22-caliber bullet box and put all the 50 rounds of bullets into the right pocket of his jacket.very light.Put the 38 caliber box into the bulge between the driver's seat and the transmission. Asakura got out of the car with his boots and bag in his left hand.There was no sound at the shooting range.He walked along the edge of the weeds that ran parallel to the road in the direction of the cistern.The rubber-soled shoes barely make any noise when you walk.Although not yet a full moon, the moonlight was bright.On the gentle slope, I saw the water storage pool on the lower left sparkling in the moonlight, flying silver and broken jade.But the rifle shooting range further away was blocked by trees and could not be seen clearly.He took out the wool socks he had prepared, stacked the two together, put a fist-sized stone in it, tied the opening of the sock, and put it in the back pocket of his trousers.In the miscellaneous forest a little far away from the reservoir, Asakura slowly groped down.From time to time he would step on a thick pile of fallen leaves and make a loud cricketing sound. and.Although the moonlight is very bright, there is not much light after being filtered by the dense forest, and it is especially difficult to recognize with goggles. As soon as he took off the goggles, Asakura's eyes lit up like a night owl, and he could even see the shape of every dead leaf clearly. When I saw it from the shooting range, the distance was not very far, but now it seemed a bit long to walk. It took him 15 minutes to carefully go down to the bulletproof forest next to the shooting range. There was no one on the lawn of the shooting range, but there was already a familiar car parked in the parking lot at the entrance of the shooting range.That was Isokawa's "Hebrew Inbara".Since the lights in the car were off and it was 500 yards away from Asakura, it was unclear whether there was anyone in the car. Asakura took a deep breath secretly, and then quickly walked through the bulletproof forest and the shooting range.Walk towards the car. When he was about 100 meters away from the parking lot, Asakura stopped as expected, and saw someone squatting on the edge of the shooting range next to the bulletproof forest, about 70 yards away from the parking lot in a straight line. There are two figures, the one on the left is lying there, a large "Browning AZ" light machine gun with a stand in front of it, it seems that there is a flash light cover on the muzzle.This thing can cover the flash of light when firing, so that the opponent cannot detect where the bullet came from.There is a 30-company magazine under the light machine gun.and.Fix the machine gun on the bracket and shoot, even for laymen, the hit rate is very high.And even with continuous fire at a rate of 500 rounds per minute, the gun doesn't jump too hard. If you are hit by a machine gun at a distance of 70 yards, then you can't even think about running for your life!Asakura felt as if he was about to be smashed to pieces by 150 bullets. He put his shoes and bag on the ground.Crouching down and crawling forward, in order not to make a sound, a colored handkerchief was stuffed into the mouth under the mask. Those two are Isokawa's bodyguards, because generally there are three bodyguards, and the other one may be hiding somewhere in the car.The two bodyguards were talking about pornographic topics in a low voice.The machine gun was pointing at the scorer's table by the fence of the shooting range. When Asakura quietly came to about 20 meters behind them, he held the gun in his left hand and took out a sock with stones from his trouser pocket with his right hand. The bodyguard on the left seemed to have heard the sound of Asakura taking out the stone socks, and opened his mouth in shock. Just as he was about to turn around, he was hit hard on the back of the head and passed out.Because it is covered by two layers of thick wool socks, the knocking sound is very dull. The person on the right side woke up suddenly, and stretched his hand into his pocket with a quick movement. The stone in the chamber had already hit him head-on, and the movement was so fierce that even the stone was shattered.Asakura threw away the gravel, put his socks into his trouser pockets, turned around and blocked the carotid arteries of the two men, making them completely unconscious. Then Asakura turned the gas bolt on the upper left corner of the machine gun to the back and pulled it out. so.Even if the two bodyguards woke up quickly, they could only find that their submachine guns were not working.The top of the front sight of the light machine gun is also inlaid with a silver block for night sighting.At this moment, Asakura realized that his mouth was still stuffed with a handkerchief.He pulled off the drool-soaked handkerchief and put it in his pocket together with the machine gun barrel hitch.He went back to the place where he had put his shoes and bag, picked them up and walked around to the driveway leading to the shooting parking lot, which was the gravel road he had passed with Kyoko a few hours ago.There, he took off his rubber-soled shoes and put on half-length jean shoes and put on goggles to cover his eyes.Finally threw the rubber-soled shoes into the woods.Because the pair of rubber-soled shoes were bought in the special department of a certain store five years ago, even if they were found, they would not reveal their identity.The half-height simple shoes made a heavy noise and walked towards the parking lot.Arriving at the parking lot, Asakura walked towards the low wooden fence at the edge of the shooting range according to the agreed location. Isokawa and secretary Ueki got off from the "Mopala" lying beside the railing.Ueki was carrying a small bag.Asakura keenly noticed that another bodyguard was lying under the belly of the car with a hat covering the pistol held in his right hand. "Why did you come? I'm 5 minutes late! Let's go there and talk." Isokawa said, pointing in the direction of the scoring table where the light machine gun was facing. "I'm sorry, I have some things to deal with, so I'm a little late." Asakura walked towards the scoring table next to the fence.Stand with your back facing the direction of the two bodyguards who fell on the ground. As soon as Isokawa saw Asakura Tetsuya with his back to the bulletproof forest on the left of the shooting range, his attitude suddenly became friendly: "It was really amazing last time. I never thought that you would come to the humble house by shooting a gun." He laughed slyly. "Really? Even so, sir, your statement to the reporter is quite brilliant." Asakura, who covered his entire face, replied coldly. "That's exactly what you expected, wasn't it?" "That's right, but you're not here to laugh at me tonight, are you?" Asakura stared at Isokawa with his mouth twisted in his mask. "No, no, I'm here to discuss a deal, let us see your things first!" Isokawa said, and glanced at the machine gunner. With gloved hands, Asakura placed the bag containing the money on the scoring table separated from Isokawa. The bodyguards crawling under the "Hebrew Mopara" car 70 meters away were still waiting quietly. Isokawa pointed at Ueki, the secretary who was staring at Asakura viciously. Ueki didn't shift his gaze at all, but bowed slightly to Isokawa, handed the small bag in his hand to Isokawa, and immediately pressed his hand on the big bag Asakura put on the table.Under the moonlight, Ueki's eye sockets looked like two eerie black holes, sinister and terrifying. He unzipped the Asakura bag with a "spit", and poured out the stacks of banknotes inside. Although Isokawa was full of resentment and depressed, his eyes were still fixed on a stack of colorful banknotes.But then his eyes turned to the bulletproof forest opposite. Ueki took out the flashlight, first counted the total number of bundles, then put away the flashlight, and counted one by one. The bodyguard under "Hebrew" has quietly removed the cap covering the pistol, stretched out his right hand and pointed the muzzle of the gun towards Asakura. Asakura pretended to be nonchalant and undid the zipper of the jacket of the leather overalls and the buttons that fixed the hem, so that he could quickly pull out the pistol stuck in the belt at any time. Ueki quickly counted the banknotes, and his gestures were as beautiful and skillful as a bank clerk. After counting the money, Ueki sucked and said, "Well. That's right, a total of 18 million." Saying that, he turned his gaze to Isokawa. Ueki put the money in his bag. Isokawa put the small bag in his hand on the scoring table and said, "Okay. This time it's your turn." As he spoke, he took two or three steps back. Ueki grinned and took a few steps back. Asakura opened the small bag Isokawa put on the table with his gloved hand. It was the same as last time, it was still two 500g and one 200g plastic bags. Isokawa put the cigar on his thick mouth, and slowly lit the British "Denhill" lighter.He flicked the lighter's blue flame long. The light reveals a rough face covered with greasy skin.Isokawa extended the flame to the cigar, although the cigar was already lit, but he was not in a hurry to put out the lighter. Asakura had no intention of checking the contents of the plastic bag, but smiled contemptuously under the mask, scanning the bodyguards and Isokawa under the car with crossed eyes. Isokawa's face contorted. Ueki began to pant, and the two backed away a little more. Isokawa flicked the lighter a few more times, and then took the lit cigar from his mouth. Seeing that there was no movement so far, he couldn't help becoming irritable, and took out the lighter and lit it again. "What are you waiting for?" Asakura snorted. "It's nothing, don't talk too much, why don't you check what I gave you?" Probably to cover up his embarrassment, Isokawa said loudly angrily. He tossed his unfinished cigar to the floor in agitation.He took out one again and put it on. Keeping his eyes on the car, Asakura searched his pocket with his left hand, took out a cigarette and stuck it between his fingers and said to Isokawa, "I forgot to bring matches, please lend me the fire." Chaos Isokawa's eyes became bloodshot, and he patiently extended the lighter flame as a signal to the second cigar. Isokawa didn't answer. Then his eyes went straight like a drunk's. "Please." Asakura walked around the scoring table and slowly approached Isokawa. Isokawa hastily extinguished the lighter.The cigar was deafly pulled from his lips.Ueki muttered again vaguely, wanting to continue to retreat. Seeing that the bodyguard under the car was also embarrassed, Chao Cang was at a loss what to do. If it started at this time, maybe that impermanent bullet might hurt Isokawa. When Asakura was only one step away from Isokawa, he suddenly jumped behind Isokawa like a leopard. Almost at the same time, the blunt barrel of the 38 caliber Colt automatic hit Isokawa's left shoulder spleen with a flash of light. Isokawa, who was in astonishment, was scalded by the cigar drooping down his throat, and he flicked the cigar away with a cry of surprise. The heat completely woke up Isokawa's mind. "What do you want to do!" He twisted that thick neck towards Asakura. "Don't pretend to be confused, wise sir. You'll be disappointed if you're still waiting for the machine gun over there in the bulletproof forest. I tell you, my men have already put those two down." Asakura sneered.Then he ordered Ueki, who was hanging upside down in his eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm going to stain your clothes, please come here and lie down here, if you want to save your master's life." "Stop bluffing, the machine gun over the bulletproof forest is still pointing at you, don't lie, you have no companions. I was fooled by you last time, but this time it won't be so cheap." Ueki shouted loudly. Asakura raised his right hand and moved the muzzle of the gun to the back of Isokawa's head. immediately.Isokawa thrust his head forward as if his neck had been broken, and whimpered in his throat, "Do as he says, don't...don't kill me!" "Sir!" Ueki slumped down and sat down, crawling to the side of Isokawa on his knees. "Now it's the turn of the idiot hiding under the car, throw the gun out quickly, put both hands behind the head and neck again!" Asakura yelled towards the car. The bodyguard under the car covered his face with the hat on his left hand.Lie there wanting to step back. "It's useless to run away, and the police can't save you. They won't find you here. If you don't come out, I'll blow your master's ear off." Asakura opened the nose of the aircraft with his thumb, and Isokawa's legs went limp when he heard the metallic sound of "crack". Asakura grabbed him by the collar with his left hand and lifted him up, preventing Isokawa from falling, and threw a large revolver that glowed dimly from under the car. Afterwards, the bodyguard crawled out with his back rubbing against the underbody of the car body. After his whole body came out, he crossed his hands and stood up behind his head and neck, staggering towards Isokawa. "Okay, line up with him." With his left hand, Asakura pointed at Ueki, who was lying on the ground, covering his eyes with his palm and trembling. Looking from the face of the bodyguard, he really looked like a boxer who had lost weight sharply. He sat on the ground as if he was out of breath, and then lay on the ground side by side with Ueki, swearing in his mouth. "do not move!" Asakura sternly warned Isokawa while pushing the safety valve of the pistol to the middle position with his thumb.Then.He turned the gun upside down and knocked hard on the heads of the bodyguard and Ueki respectively.The two people arched their backs like shrimps in pain and like frogs hit by a stone.His legs trembled and he passed out. Asakura put the pistol against Isokawa's stomach again and pushed him towards the scorer's table. Isokawa struggled to put his feet together and propped his hands on the table to prevent him from collapsing. "Please, don't...please don't kill me, all the heroin brought tonight is real, it's real! Take a look. Take them all without your money, as long as you let me go. "Isokawa pleaded persistently. "The transaction is the transaction, and the money has to be paid. I only have one request, please forget about me in the future." Asakura said coldly. "Understood, I understand. Then put the gun away quickly." "Who have your car keys?" "A car key? Just plug it into the car." "Excellent, I'd like to borrow your car to get out of here. It's not a good idea to be ambushed by your subordinates on the road, so you won't have any objection if you please drive me, Mr. Isokawa?" Asakura said mockingly while searching Isokawa's clothes with his left hand. Isokawa had no weapons on him. Asakura lifted his and Isokawa's bag with his left hand, and instructed Isokawa to walk towards the parked car. Sure enough, Isokawa did not lie, the car key was inserted into the ignition keyhole. Asakura asked Isokawa to sit in the assistant's seat, and when he turned the key, the 50-liter 250-horsepower 8-cylinder engine roared immediately. The steering wheel of this car is on the left.Asakura can drive with his left hand, and holds the gun in his right hand against Isokawa who is sitting next to him on the assistant's seat.The car also has an automatic transmission.All he has to do is ease off the brakes, put the automatic transmission selector in the D position, and he won't have to use his right hand at all. Asakura turned on the headlights and started the car. He reversed the car in the parking lot first, his left hand on the steering wheel turning like a water turbine, and finally the car drove towards the gravel road to the left of the shooting range. Under the street lights, the huge car body swayed greatly. Isokawa's body was stiff, his lips were purple, and he didn't dare to wipe off the spittle on them.Whenever the car shook violently, the barrel of the pistol on Asakura's right hand sank deeply into his flank, causing him to scream in fright. Half an hour later, the car came to a T-junction.A big rock blocked the way, Chao Cang turned the steering wheel to the right, and the car turned towards the direction of the small reservoir. After passing the small reservoir and approaching the fork in the road to the nursing home, Asakura stopped the car, and his "TR4" was nearby. "You! What do you want to do?... Please, don't kill me. I'm willing to do anything. Don't shoot me." When Isokawa saw that he was parking in such a place, he was so frightened that the car was full of urine and feces. "Don't worry, I won't shoot, I just want to put you to sleep, can you drive?" Chao Cang asked. "Occasionally hold the steering wheel." "Okay, when you wake up, drive this car back to the shooting range, and take your bastards back to Yokosuka. Remember, forget about me. Pay your money and leave it here." Cang grabbed the handle of the pistol and knocked hard on Isokawa's vein.Isokawa's upper body suddenly fell forward, his forehead hit the dashboard, and he slid off the seat. Then, Asakura left his bag full of money on the seat, picked up Isokawa's small bag full of heroin with his left hand and got out of the car. He tucked the pistol in his right hand back into his waist, and walked away towards the path leading to the nursing home.The black "TR4" has been covered with a thin layer of frost, and the front window glass of the car has also been blurred. Asakura cautiously touched "TR4".After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he opened the door. By the time Asakura returned to Setagaya Kamikitazawa in the "TR4", it was almost 3:00 in the morning.The journey went smoothly, and no one was found. Asakura took off his goggles and hard hat, parked the car in a yard full of withered grass and bushes, closed the gate, and walked into the room with the ammunition box and a small bag containing anesthetics. There was a heater in the car, and Asakura didn't feel cold, but due to the nervousness just now, his neck felt a little sore. Asakura found a bottle of "Pan Can" whiskey with a third remaining from the kitchen cabinet, and poured it down with his mouth on the bottle. Ambiguous way is not very good, but the effect is very good.After a while, the stomach began to burn, and then a sense of comfort quickly spread to the whole body.The tense nerves slowly began to relax. Asakura took alcohol and a bottle of volatile oil from the basement, and a few small dishes from the kitchen and went back to the dining room. He remembered reading in a book that heroin could dissolve in liquids such as water and alcohol, but not in volatile oil, gasoline and other things.He wanted to test the purity of the heroin he got this time. He first took out three plastic bags from Isokawa's bag, made a small hole in them with a knife, took out a small amount of white powder from them, and poured them into three small plates.Then, pour water, gasoline and volatile oil into each small dish. Because there is no dry operation agent filter paper and medicine scale, so only a rough figure can be obtained.Its purity is about 90%, and its fineness is not bad.Asakura thought that even if he added some grape juice blend to dilute it, its purity would be comparable to that on the general black market.However, the doses taken by ordinary drug addicts are mostly adulterated and infiltrated, and the purity is very low. Otherwise, if you encounter this kind of high-purity heroin, if you still take the normal amount, you will be poisoned and die immediately. After checking, Asakura hid the heroin and the Colt automatic in a cabinet in the basement and returned to his room.It was cold in the room, and Asakura got into the messy bed without taking off his coat. The alarm clock was set to 7:30 in the morning. The next day is Saturday. It was rare for Asakura to go to work at Kyobashi Company again, when he came to his financial office.It was about 30 minutes away from the official working time of 9 o'clock. In the spacious accounting room, there was only the familiar figure of the deputy section chief, Jin Zi. Jin Zi looked very haggard, and his unshaven beard hadn't been shaved for a long time.The tarnished skin was as rough as sandpaper.I saw that he was waving the Gore conceded ball with an expression full of anxiety and anxiety, twisting his waist and limbs, staggering, panting, and scolding his mother every time he swung it. "Good morning." Asakura bowed deeply. "Ah, it's you." Jin Jin greeted casually. "I'm sorry to trouble you. It's hard for me to get out of bed. It's the first time I've had such a bad cold." "That's right. So you've been resting all this time?" Kaneko replied absent-mindedly, swinging the bat a few more times. "During my rest period, nothing changed, right?" Asakura hid his contempt.He pretended to be very worried and asked. "Change? Oh, maybe... well, this kind of thing is beyond your control. If you rest, our company won't do anything because of you." Jin Jin's face began to flood with blood. "I'm sorry." Asakura nodded again and walked to his desk. Jin Jin's piercing voice came from behind, "You just need to make up your mind, don't worry about anything unnecessary." After a while, Asakura's colleagues arrived one after another.With that obvious sense of superiority, they asked about Asakura's physical condition. Several key members gathered around Kaneko's table, discussing something in a low voice, Asakura really regretted not bringing a hearing aid. Director Koizumi came to the financial office around 10 o'clock as usual.After hearing the explanation of Asakura's absence impatiently, he left the room with Jin Jin. "Is our company a bit abnormal recently? The bosses seem to be in meetings often." "Yes. And the confidentiality fee has already been paid out a lot." "The company is also extremely confidential. Is there any arms deal with the US military or Indonesia? Cough, of course we don't need to worry about it." "Extremely true. We just need to be able to live peacefully like this every day. Especially for a big company like ours, we don't have to worry about going bankrupt one day. Even if we want to close, no one will let us." Colleagues are talking casually and indifferently.They looked at the wall clock on the wall or their own watches every once in a while, as if they were looking forward to the lunch break at 12 o'clock. A few minutes before 12 o'clock, Jin returned to the financial room.The anxious expression seemed to calm down a little. The lunch bell finally rang.Today is Saturday.As soon as they walked out of the financial department, everyone's faces immediately became full of life. Asakura and his colleagues came out of the building together, and hurriedly walked towards the entrance of the subway.Colleague Yuzawa said to Asakura while gesturing to rub mahjong: "How about it, why don't you come and play a few times? Let's play all night." "Last time it was your guest, this time I will be the host." Colleague Ishida said with a smile. "Thank you. But I don't come here much yet. And I'm not used to staying up late. Forget it, I'm sorry." Asakura replied with a pitiful look. "Oh, what a disappointment! I was counting on you all the time, hey. To be honest, you really don't even understand the rules? Stop pretending!" Yuzawa said. "Really not, I have been doing work-study programs in college, and I have no chance to play." "It's terrible. Some members of the first-class trading company don't know how to play mahjong and golf. It's unbelievable." Yuzawa continued with a sympathetic and proud expression. "Recently, I've been really obsessed with golf. I go to play with Ishida-kun every day. I thought it would surprise everyone by learning how to play it secretly, but I still slipped my tongue." "As for the ball skills, although I don't dare to boast, but if invited by the Director, Deputy Director, etc., I can still accompany you to the end, right, Yuzawa-kun." Ishida hurriedly echoed. "That's right! I just wanted to switch to playing mahjong because I couldn't book a venue tomorrow. However, I'm a little embarrassed to say that. It's good to be so serious like you. But I don't want to have fun, Life is very bad, modern people must master the knack of being a human being, if there are holidays and festivals, you can’t have fun..." Yuzawa borrowed the words from the weekly magazine "United News". "Yeah, yeah, people who don't know how to play will never stand out." Ishida laughed loudly. During the subway journey to Shibuya, the two kept talking about Asakura for fun.朝仓尽力克制着目已装得很虚心地听着，不让自己失笑。到了涩谷，朝仓与两人分了手。他回到上目黑公寓转了一下，整理好了积在信筒里的报纸、广告小册子等等后，又来到了世田谷上北泽住处。 换上粗布衣，骑了与“TR4”并排停在院子里的摩托车来到经堂街、借口要做车库基座，订了些水泥、泥瓦工具和框架木料。然后，他又来到一家燃料店，买了只很好的石油炉子，在一家电器商店里订了一台电视机。最后他在超级市场买了些吃的东西才返回住地。 吃完便饭后，订购的东西都一样接一样地送到了，他用从樱井那里抢来的款子付了这些东西的钱。 完了以后，朝仓换上了工作眼，拎了铁镐、榔头、铁锹下了地下室。他在地下室混凝土的地面上挖出了一个约15米长、1米宽的洞，然后又往下深掏了1米左右。 3小时左右后，工程已大致完工了。然后往洗澡桶里注上水，把湿泥土的碎片、残土搬到院子角落里去。此时正值隆冬，朝仓却还裸着上半身。 点上烧洗澡水用的煤气后，朝仓开始用水泥修起四周的洞壁，然后嵌上木框架。现在就剩下把混凝土冲走这点小事情了。 洗过澡之后，朝仓把摆在房间里的电视和石油炉都打开，然后上了床。他盘脚坐着，慢慢呷着威士忌。不久睡魔渐渐向他袭来。确实，他已经很长时间睡眠不足了。 醒来时，朝仓心里觉得很是空虚，人一睡过头或从睡梦中突然惊醒时，往往伴随着这种虚无的感觉。 窗外，冬天那衰弱的阳光无声地射进屋来，在房间里画着花道儿。他看了一看他的防水手表，已是中午11点半了。至少他睡了十五六个小时。当他一下站立起来时，身体有点失去平衡，摇晃了两下。 大概是因为挖洞的缘故，背部的肌肉也有点疼痛。他又热了热洗澡水，把身子浸泡在温水里面。 等他出水后，虚脱感和肌肉疼痛都奇迹般地消失了。 坐上“征服”，开了引攀，拧开发动机钥匙，紧接着尖利的起动声，那冷却了的发动机不高兴似地轰鸣了起来。朝仓让发动机热了二、三分钟后，慢慢地启动“TR4”。此时水温还没有高起来，发动机很容易熄火。等车子到了“环状七号”与谈岛街交叉的宫前桥附近的加油站时，水温已超过80℃了。 一听说要把能装200升的燃料箱装满，那3个年轻的服务员马上开始洗起了车子。 那个给车子加油的人从上至下仔细打量了一下朝仓的TR4。 利用洗车的时间，朝仓给京子挂了个电话。 “宝石店吗？现在不方便。”从话筒里传来了京子竭力克制压低的声音。 “是他在吗？”朝仓问。 “是，是的。”京子的声音显得有点冷漠。 "When to go back?" “既然那家伙就在你旁边。那么回答我，再过一小时行吗？” “再长一点。” “两小时左右。” “行。到时候让我看看样品。”京子挂了电话。 朝仓坐上洗掉了射击场地附近的泥灰的“TR4”，来到清山南街的富士洋装店前。这富士店是个故意用古色古香的瓦片砌成的老店铺。 他在服装店里订购了两套英国产高级西装布料。此类东西光一身布料就得6万，还要再加上2万的做工。 朝仓选的都是以暗褐色为主调的颜色，这种料子颇有品格。虽不太适合青年人，但如果穿在朝仓身上还是比较好看的。 量了尺寸，嘱咐他们不要绣上名字。然后他用“崛田”的化名付了定金。弄好了之后他已经在店里花去了一个多小时了。 他开动“TR4”朝京子住的参宫公寓驶去。在途中，他在一家点心店吃了碗叉烧面。好久没吃上了，朝仓觉得很是好吃，也暖了身子。 参宫公寓前偌大的停车场里只停着小泉的一辆车。那驾驶员还在让发动机在那里空转着，似乎开着暖气。他脸部用一张报纸遮盖着，八成正在打磕睡。 朝仓在距小泉车子十几辆车子远的地方停下了车，把排风器换成了车内暖气。没多久，车窗迅速地模糊了。 七楼上京子的房问的窗子开着百叶窗，内侧垂着窗帘。朝仓还记得京子曾跟他说过的话，这样就表示小泉还在她的房间里。还说，若小泉不在时，就把中间的窗帘开着。 车前窗已经模糊不清了，从外面已经无法看清车内的东西了。于是，朝仓关掉暖气和发动机，车窗的薄雾开始化成小水滴掉了下来。 又过了约10分钟，小泉终于从公寓大门走了出来，一副睡眠惺松的样子。 小泉来到自己的车旁，注意到驾驶员正打着磕睡。他顺了顺嘴，用手挽了一下大衣朝车门走去。 京子房间的一扇百叶窗打开了，窗帘被拉成了半开。小泉坐进车里叫醒了驾驶员。 小泉的车子开走了5分钟后，朝仓走进了公寓。上到七楼京子的房门前，他按了一下内线自动电话机的按钮。 稍等了一会，就传来了京子的声音。 "Who?" "it's me!" “哦，你到车上去稍稍等一会儿，好吗？……这儿很乱呢！” “明白啦。”朝仓转身离开了七楼。 回到“TR4”里，朝仓边摸弄着在加油站里买来的除雾器，边耐心地等着。20分钟后京子出来了，好像冲了个澡，头发上还有水滴未尽，穿着一条黑裤子，披着连有帽子的黑色防寒风衣，脸色显得很苍白。 朝仓给京子打开了“TR4”助手席的门，又回到了驾驶室。 “怎么了，好像没有精神？”朝仓用一只手捏住京子的下巴往上抬。 京子撒着娇。故意低下头去。 “发生什么事了？”朝仓启动发动机，一边温柔地问。 “我已经讨厌了。我都已经不再想看到那张脸了。”京子哼哼地嘟吸道。 “难道我就这么令人讨厌？！” “不是，是他。小泉。我自从喜欢上你以后，就总觉得越来越讨庆他了。甚至在这以前对我有点魅力的他的每个动作都显得乏味可憎。” “再忍耐一下好吗？”朝仓说着打开了暖气。 “是，可是尽管心里明白，也是不管用的呀！” “……”朝仓蹬了一下脚踏板。 “对不起。我不该发这么多怨言……以后我再不说了好吗？” “你知道吗、我心里也很痛苦啊：一想到你刚才一直被用钱买了你的自由的老头抱着，我就恨不得把他给宰了！那家伙是什么时候来的？昨天晚上？”朝仓眼露凶光，怒气冲冲地问。 “是今天早上9点。他对家里人说是去打高尔夫球，就到这里来了。不过，说这种话给你听。你也不会感到安慰的，最近他性欲虽强，实际上总不行，大概是因为他吸了有麻药的香烟的缘故吧？”京子的眼睛盯着前面的仪器板，机械地回答道。 朝仓痛苦地欲言又止。 “他是个无耻的人！我心情越来越不好了，可他还以为我很满意，所以他好像很满足。” “不说了，不说！拜托了，飞快地开吧，让我高兴起来吧，再带我到看得见海的店里去吧！”京子用依恋而信赖的目光看着朝仓。 “好。换一下空气吧，去真鹤什么的地方吃中饭去。”朝仓慢慢地放开了车闸，看看手表已经下午3点了。他又打开收音机和暖气开关，上了路。收音机里传出的音乐丝毫不能打动朝仓，对他来说发动机和传动装置的疯狂咆哮声更为悦耳。第二京滨的秩序并不太乱。但因不断有交通警的自色摩托往来巡逻着。朝仓只好把车速降到了70公里以下。发动机仿佛正打着瞌睡一般。 “他最近变得很爱说话了，特别是药性上来的时候。”京子自个儿往她的含有麻药的香烟上点着了火，边自言自语道。 “他说什么了吗？”朝仓满不在乎似地问道，打开了车窗。他不想让自己也吸进含有毒品的烟气而造成交通事故。 “说是收买了东亚经济研究所的一个头儿，查明了那个叫'久保'的真名，说是叫什么牌井情报所来着。”京子答道。 “是吗？是同所长铃木关系最密切的人吗？”朝仓问。 “好像―并没有特别的关系吧。” “哦……”朝仓点了点头。 难道那个提供情报的东亚经济研究所的要人会不知道樱井就是铃木的私生子？抑或他有意隐瞒着？ 要是后者的话，那将会有好戏看了。 穿过小日原街，高架公路铁桥前与去箱根的东海路，分道扬镳。朝仓把方向盘打向左边，车子进入了真鹤收费路。远处漆黑一团的海面上，一队归帆正排列成扇形迎面开来。“TR4”在真鹤车站前面进入收费公路，不久向左拐个弯，钻过一个拱桥便来到了半岛。穿过稀稀疏疏的常夜灯闪烁的真鹤本街，一下陡坡渔港就在眼前了。 岸口蜿蜒着一条长长的防波堤，此刻码头上人声鼎沸，一片嘈杂。犹如古战场。只见从袋建网归来的渔船上，人影瞳瞳，灯火明灭。许多人正在把装在大箱里的颤鱼一箱一箱地运上岸来。孩子们兴奋地争抢着从箱子里溜出来的颤鱼，步履盘姗地走向岸边。此时太阳已经西沉，海面上的风大了起来。朝仓停了车，打开车窗，叫住一位渔夫妻子模样的妇女，想向她打听一下附近有没有海味馆。他一打开窗，那刺骨的寒风便钻了进来，京子的身体颤抖了起来。 “对不起，想向你打听一下这一带有好一点的海味馆吗？而且还能看海的。”朝仓问道。 “你们要是能到我家去的话，可以白白让你吃个饱。” 那妇女黑里透红的脸善意地笑了笑。爵出一口洁白的牙齿，然后又一下子认真起来，回答说。 “大概大佳庵还可以吧，就在这条略过去一点的地方。”说着指了指来路左边那个丘上的一幢房子。 朝仓向她道了谢，开动了车子，掉转方向朝那所房子开去。经过右边的一个蔬菜商店，车子上了左边那座小山坡。由于是碎石子铺的路，油门一开大，车轮就打滑，使车身剧烈地摇晃起来。 因为那人还告诉他大侠庵没有停车场，朝仓便把车停在路边上。 朝仓把京子先留在车上，走向站在门口的女招待，满不在乎地把100元小费塞到她手里，悄悄地耳语道：“我们是新婚，想吃点好菜，给拢个能看得见海的房间。” “已经晚上了，什么都看不见罗。”女招待的耳朵被朝仓嘴里喷出来的热气呵得通红，也轻声地回答道。 “不要紧，只要能看见海就好了。”朝仓说罢又回到车旁，替京子打开了车门。 他们被领上了二楼。这是一个南、东两边敞开的铺草席的房间。透过窗户，能影影绰绰地望见远处忽闪明灭的渔灯、海岸山崖的倒影一溜儿排过去、上面的灯光像圣诞树上的银花。因为室内烧了两个大火盆，玻璃窗外面在滴着水滴。 朝仓要了金眼明鱼火锅、寒狮生鱼片和鲍鱼等，酒是需要温热喝的河豚鱼翅酒。还有作简单下酒菜的海鞘和蟹汁。大概小费起了作用，菜马上就端上来了，坐在火盆上的火锅热气腾腾，不一会儿又模糊了玻璃窗。朝仓想是饿了。食欲很旺，不一会便喝光了一杯酒。京子用布擦着模糊的玻璃窗，竟然也吃掉了一份。 “呀。真不可思议呢，我一个人时，什么都不想吃，可跟你在一起，你看我竟能吃那么多呵。”京子边往火锅里加着春菊，边轻声说道。 “我也是呀，和你一起吃觉得特别香。我们可真像一对陪家家玩游戏中的夫妇啊！” “游戏中的夫妇也好。你是个大孩子，京子是你的妈妈——要是没有钱了，我可以为你去作工挣钱。要是能真的在一起那该多好啊！”京子呆呆地看着朝仓。 “对不起。你的心意我领了。我有责任让你幸福……只是还得再忍忍我也将会长大成人的。”说罢朝仓咬了咬下嘴唇。 京子付了酒菜钱，出了店门。夜气更冷了，冻结了的土地像混凝土那么硬。 “征眼TR4”里面也很冷人，一坐进座位，背部就像被冻住了似的。身体也不由自主地抖起来。 机器发动了5分钟以后，暖气开始上来了。朝仓开出了车子。外面夜色已浓，天色灰蒙策的看不见星星。 当他们再经过那渔港时，岸边已经没有一个人影了。 车子沿着左边琴滨海岸驰去。不一会儿，只见一片巨大的树枝向车子压来，原来车子己经行驶在密林遮天的热带丛林带了。要是白天从这里可以看见初岛和大岛，于是朝仓没有走那条途经半岛的路线，仍然笔直往前行进着。 过了热带丛林的陡坡，便到了尾根。这里道路两旁，大树林立，看左边远处的汤河原和热海等地，灯火五彩缤纷，璀璨夺目，像是把所有的珍箱宝盒都倾倒在那里似的。 “停一下。”京子道。 朝仓顺从地停下了车，打开车前小灯，把手臂从京子脖颈后面绕过去放到她的肩上，点着一根香烟。 这时，夜空的颜色突然变了，而且漂下了如天使的眼泪般的小雪花，洒落到车子的前窗玻璃上。 雪―今冬的初雪渐渐地大了起来，银白色的雪花在灯光下无声地翩翩飞舞。朝仓关上了发动机，随即翁翁作响的暖气装置也安静下来了。他们俩就这样静静地脸贴着脸，一动也不动。 “真喜欢你，真想把你给吃下去呀。好喜欢你，你是什么样人都无所谓，就是以后知道被你骗了，我也不会后悔的——现在行，就让我继续做这个梦吧，好吗？”京子突然气喘起来。冲动地紧紧拥抱着朝仓的身体。 两人抱成一团，滚到了车座下面。他们像两匹饿久的狼，激情不可遏止，就在狭窄的座底下做了爱。车外，绵绵地下着的雪花，使朝仓许久不曾有过的一腔热血又燃烧了起来。 半小时后，朝仓下车来放掉了后轮一些空气。以便减小急刹车时的震动，然后慢慢地启动了车子。雪己经在路上积了近2厘米厚，还没有要停的意思。在强烈的黄色光柱中，雪花如濒死的蛾子东奔西窜，晃晃坠落。 第二天是星期——也是樱井与东和油脂头目最后谈判的日子。 朝仓哲也吃完简单的早饭后，开始武装起来。他把支22毫米口径美国造“路戈”自动手枪绑进了小腿内侧。 后裤袋里放进了袜子、手套和伪造过的驾驶执照等，西装内袋放进了助听器和耳机。然后拿着一只抽油泵来到院子。昨夜院里积雪较少，现在只有枯草根上还残留着些白花花的残雪。 整个院子洒满了淡淡的阳光。“TR4”顶部还留有真鹤的雪。朝仓用油压泵将“征服”油箱里的汽油抽一些到摩托车的油箱里，“本田”油箱里原来还剩着些燃料，所以不一会儿就灌满了。 朝仓又打开摩托的行李箱检查了一下，安全帽和护目镜都还在。他回到房间里，拿出了盗来的美军用'B'，号汽车牌照、粗斜纹布裤和皮大衣等东西。把它们一古脑儿塞进了摩托车的行李箱里。然后他打开摩托车的发动机罩，调了调发动机里的一个螺丝，弄停当以后，开了大门的锁。 因为在化雪，路面很湿。只是邮递员拿着报纸和几块毛巾。低声下气地说：“您订份报纸吧。啊，拜托了，订一个月也行。” 那人把头深深地低了下去。 “咳，不好办哪报纸我从来都是在车站里买着看的”朝仓道。 “帮个忙吧，这个月就免费给您啦，您就订下个月份的吧。” 推销员硬是把毛巾什么的往朝仓手里塞。Sudden.朝仓脑子里闪过一个好主意便同情地说道：“都到年底了，你也够呛的，真想为你订一份啊。” “拜托了，拜托了！” “好吧。不过，我也有事要请你帮忙。” “只要是我能胜任的，都愿意为您效劳。” “事情很询单，劳你今天下午两点给我打个电话。有什么能写的东西？”朝仓若无其事地说道。 “有，有。” 推销员从挂在腰上的收款袋里取出了记账本和圈珠笔，乘机拿出了一张订报单。 "Please tell me the phone number." 哪人抬头看着朝仓，朝仓报出了东和油脂财务处的分机号码，说：“就打到这里，就说你是朝仓的亲戚，如朝仓在的话，告诉他他，琦玉的叔叔出了交通事故，生命垂危，叫他马上去一趟。” 此处上北泽住处门牌上写的是朝仓的真名。 "Is this... okay?" “你不用担心，我并不做什么坏事，实话跟你说吧，只是我那时有点私事，想找个借口罢了。” “明白了，行啊，全包在我身上了。” 推销员放好了写有电话号码的记录本，指着订报单上明年一月份的地方说：“这次该轮到您了，只要您签下名就行了，就签在这儿……” 推销一成功，订阅费的三分之一就可以作为手续费给他自己。 朝仓故意不用自己的笔迹签了名。推销员骑上自行车一路溅着泥水走了。 朝仓也骑上摩托车。大街上，到处都是化雪的泥水，尤其车子一过溅得更是厉害。朝仓的雨衣很快给弄脏了。刺骨的寒风迎面袭来，浸入骨髓即便竖起领子也不顶事。 朝仓顺便在新宿的一家汽车部件商店买了个防盗链条锁，据说里面的钢链是用制造飞机的特殊材料制成的，用锉刀也锉不断。要是没有开启的钥匙，就别想弄开锁链。 8点30分，朝仓到了京桥。由于东和油脂公司新东洋工业大楼就建在本区，所以这一带的银行、保险公司之类很多。朝仓把摩托车停在离东洋大楼还有五、六幢房子的协明银行大门旁边的自行车停车场。把防盗链条锁从行李箱绕到后轮锁了起来。 朝仓走进新东洋工业大楼五楼的东和油脂财务处时，离正式上班时间还有15分钟。财务处里只有同事平井在。他靠在桌上闭着肿肿的眼睑，一见手拿脏雨衣走进来的朝仓，立即招呼道：“你早，今天我真倒尽……” “我也是，被那些鬼出租车浇了一身的泥。”朝仓讨厌似的抖着雨衣。 “这还不算坏，可我昨晚玩扑克一直到今天早上5点钟，结果输得一个子也没有了。等我回到家里时，我家人还不让我进门。没法了，只好叫辆出租车到了这里，出租车费还是门卫那里借的呢。”平井打着呵欠说着。 “我还以为你今天真早哩，原来是因为这种事。”朝仓笑着走进壁橱间，把雨衣放到自己的壁橱里，等回到房间，坐到自己的座位时，平井已经呼呼地睡得很香了。 朝仓用桌上的粗纸擦着皮鞋，那裤上的泥水因暖气也干了。9点差5分钟时，财务处科员都陆陆续续地进来了，等到9点钟上班铃响时，副处长金子也已坐在桌旁了。就剩下不到10点不来的处长的那张桌子还空着。 今天金子似乎有点举止反常，他很沉着地给部下派着活，样子很镇定。此后到11点钟小泉处长进来以前的这段时间里，朝仓边结着账，边不时地偷看着反照在竖放于桌上带有镜子的打火机上的金子。 小泉终于进来了，朝仓开始誓觉起来，迅速打开了放在内口袋里的助听器，用西装领子和左袖遮着软线，并把左手捏着的耳机放进了耳朵，这一切甚至连邻桌的人都未能察觉。立即，在纸上写字的钢笔摩擦声和拔弄计算器的声音变得粗重起来，然后传来了小泉的悄悄话：“刚才樱井给经理打电话了