Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Aomame Occupations Requiring Specialized Skills and Training

After finishing her work, Aomame walked for a while before catching a taxi to the hotel in Akasaka.Before going home to sleep, it is necessary to relax the tense nerves with alcohol.After all, a man was sent to that side just now.Although the other party is a bastard who can't complain about being killed, people are people after all.She still has the touch of life gone in her hands.With one last breath, the soul leaves the body.Aomame had been to the bar of that restaurant a few times.On the top floor of a high-rise building, the view is vast and the bar is very comfortable. It was a little after seven when we walked into the bar.A young duo on piano and guitar is playing: "Sweet Lorraine."Although it is imitating Nagin.Tall old records, but not bad.She sat at the bar as usual and ordered Gin Tonic and a plate of pistachios.There are not many customers in the bar.A young couple drinking cocktails while gazing at the night view, like a group of four in suits discussing business, and a middle-aged foreign couple holding martini glasses.She took the time to sip the Gin Tonic slowly.Don't want to get drunk too early.The night is still long.

Take the book out of your purse and read.About 193.Book of the Manchurian Railway.The Manchuria Railway "South Manchuria Railway Co., Ltd." was born in the year following the end of the Russo-Japanese War, when Soviet Russia transferred the railway lines and rights to Japan, and its scale expanded rapidly.Later, it became the vanguard of the Japanese Empire's invasion of China, and was disbanded by the Soviet Army in 1945.Before the start of the German-Soviet War in 1941, this railway could be connected with the Trans-Siberian Railway, and it took 13 days to travel from Xiaguan to Paris.

Aomame thought, if a young girl is wearing a work suit, with a big side backpack next to her, and is reading a book (hardcover hardcover) about the Manchurian Railway, she will not be mistaken for a girl drinking alone in a hotel bar. High-class whores picking clients.But Aomame didn't know what kind of dress a real high-class prostitute usually wore.If she was good enough to be a prostitute for wealthy businessmen, in order not to make the other party nervous, and in order not to be kicked out of the restaurant, she might try her best not to look like a prostitute.For example, you may wear a work suit designed by Junko Shimada, a white shirt, try to lighten your makeup, wear a large practical side bag, and read a book about the Manchuria Railway.Thinking about it this way, what she is doing now is essentially no different from a prostitute waiting for customers.

As time passed, the number of customers gradually increased.When he noticed, the surroundings were already filled with mixed voices.But the type of guest she wanted never showed up.Aomame ordered a refill of Gin Tonic and lettuce (she hadn't eaten dinner yet), and continued reading.Finally a man came over and took a seat at the bar.Without company.She was well tanned and wore a well-crafted blue-gray suit.Good taste in ties, too.Not too luxurious, personal simplicity.Age about fifty or so.The hair has become quite thin.No glasses.Maybe I went to Tokyo on a business trip to solve a work case, and suddenly wanted a drink before going to bed.Same with green beans.Let moderate alcohol enter the body and relax tense nerves.

Most office workers who go to Tokyo on business will not stay in such a high-end hotel.They will choose a business hotel with a cheaper accommodation fee.It is close to the station, and the bed takes up almost all the space in the room. From the window, you can only see the wall of the building next to you. You have to touch your elbows to the wall about 20 times before you can take a shower.In the corridors of each floor, there are vending machines for drinks and toiletries.Maybe the company only pays this level of travel expenses, or plans to stay in a cheap hotel and put the saved travel expenses into their own pockets, one of the two.They just go to the nearby izakaya to sleep after drinking beer.Simple breakfast at the Gyudon fast food restaurant next door.

But the people who live in this hotel are different types of people from them.When they come to Tokyo on business, they will only take the first-class compartment of the Shinkansen, and must stay in a fixed high-end hotel.Once work is over, relax with an expensive drink at the hotel's bar.Most of them work in first-class companies and serve as senior executives.Or start your own company, or professionals such as doctors and lawyers.When you reach middle age, you don't have to worry about money.And more or less used to play.That was the type that Aomame had in mind. Aomame herself didn't know why, but she had been attracted to middle-aged men with thinning hair since before she was twenty.Rather than being completely bald, she prefers to have a little bit of hair left.But it's not that the thinner the hair, the better.The shape of the head must look good.Her ideal is to be like Sean.Bald like Connery.The shape of the head is very beautiful and sexy.Just looking at it makes my heart beat.On the bar, the man sitting two seats away from her has a pretty good haircut.Of course not Sean.Connery is so upright, but he also has his own atmosphere.The hairline recedes to the very back of the forehead, and the few remaining hairs are reminiscent of a frosty autumn meadow.Aomame lifted her eyes only a little from the book, admiring the man's head shape frequently.The appearance is not impressive.Although not fat, but the lower jaw has begun to relax a bit.I also have bags under the eyes.Middle-aged men everywhere.But anyway, I still like that hairstyle.

When the bartender brought the menu and towels, the man ordered a Scotch highball without looking at the menu. "Any favorite brands?" the bartender asked. "No preference. Anything goes," the man said.The voice was quiet and composed.It can be heard with a Kansai accent.Then the man suddenly thought of it and asked if there was any Cutty Sark whiskey.The bartender said yes.Not bad, Aomame thought.It's not a Chivas Regal or an exquisite pure wheat, which is a good point.Most of the people who were too obsessed with the type of alcohol in bars were indifferent to sex. This was Aomame's personal opinion.The reason is not clear.

The Kansai accent also fit Aomame's preference.I especially like people who grew up in Kansai and come to Tokyo. When they have to barely speak Tokyo dialect, there is a bit of a gap in adaptation.Where the vocabulary and accents are inconsistent, there is an indescribable flavor.That unique sound miraculously calmed her heart.Just this man, the decision is made.This half-bald hair, I want to touch it with my fingers.When the bartender brought Cutty Sark, she stopped the bartender and said in a voice intended for the man to hear: Cutty Sark, add ice. "The bartender replied blankly: "Okay."

The man unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and slightly loosened the dark blue tie with fine prints.The suit is also dark blue.The shirt is light blue with a formal collar.She was reading a book while waiting for Cutty Sark to deliver it.In the meantime, he casually undid the first button of his shirt.The band played "It's Only a Paper Moon."The pianist sang only one part.When the whiskey arrived, she brought the glass to her mouth and took a sip.She knew that the man's eyes were aiming here.Aomame lifted her face from the book and glanced in the man's direction.As if nothing had happened, as if by chance, when her eyes met the man, she showed a faint smile.Then immediately turned his eyes back to the front, pretending to look at the night scene outside the window.

This is the perfect time for a man to talk to a woman.She specially created this situation.But the man didn't say hello.What the hell are you doing? Aomame thought.It's not the young man who has never seen the world that can be seen everywhere, he should understand this delicate atmosphere.Probably didn't have the guts, Aomame speculated.He was probably worried that he was fifty years old and the other party was in his twenties. If he opened his mouth, the other party might ignore him, and he might be looked down upon if he thought that his hair was bald.It's terrible.Don't know people at all.

She closed the book and put it in her bag.Then he took the initiative to speak to the man. "Do you like Cutty Sark?" Aomame asked. The man looked at her in surprise.He showed an expression that he didn't quite understand what was being asked.Then relax. "Ah, um, Cutty Sark." said as if remembering. "I've always liked their logo, and I often drink it. Because there are pictures of sailing boats." "I like boats!" "Yeah. I like sailing." Aomame picked up the glass.The man also raises the high club slightly higher.As if signaling a toast. Then, Aomame hung the bag sitting next to her over her shoulder, picked up the whiskey glass, and moved two seats to the seat next to the man.The man looked a little surprised, but tried his best not to let the surprise show on his eyelids. "I made an appointment here with a female classmate from high school, but it seems like I was let go." Aomame said while looking at her watch. "I didn't show my face, and I didn't contact you." "Will the other party get the date wrong?" "Maybe. A girl who has been very careless since before." Aomame said. "I don't think it's better to wait a little longer. Can I talk to you in the meantime? Or do you want to be alone?" "No, that's not the case. Not at all," the man said in a slightly rambling voice.Frowning, she looked at Aomame as if she was examining a pledge.It seems to be wondering if this is a prostitute looking for customers.But Aomame had no such atmosphere.Not a whore by any means.This eases the man's tension a little. "Are you staying at this hotel?" he asked. Aomame shook her head. "No, I live in Tokyo. Just meeting friends here. What about you?" "I'm on a business trip," he said. "Come from Osaka for a meeting. It's a boring meeting, but the head office is in Osaka, so it doesn't look like there's no one here." Aomame smiled politely.Hey, how is your job over there, I don't care at all on my side.Aomame thought to herself.This is just to see that your head is in good shape.But of course this was not said. "One job is over, I want to have a drink. I will finish another job tomorrow morning, and I will go back to Osaka." "I just finished a big job, too," Aomame said. "Oh, what kind of work?" "I don't really want to talk about work, but it's a professional profession." "Professional occupation," the man repeated. "Ordinary people can't do it well, and it requires specialized skills and training." Are you a living dictionary? Aomame thought.But he didn't say it, he just smiled. "Well, almost." The man took another sip from his highball glass and ate a stone fruit from his bowl. "I'm interested in what kind of work you do, but you don't seem to want to talk about it." Aomame nodded. "Do not want." "Is it a career in language? For example, by the way, an editor, or a researcher at a university." "Why do you think so?" The man touched the knot of the tie and tightened it again.The shirt button is also buttoned. "It kind of feels like that. Because you seem to be reading a thick book very seriously." Aomame tapped the rim of the glass with her nails. "Books are read because I like them, and have nothing to do with work." "Then I surrender. Unbelievable." "It should be unimaginable," said Zuidou.Probably never thought of.She added in her heart. The man looked at Aomame's body nonchalantly.She pretended to drop something and bent over, allowing him to peek at the cleavage of her breasts.The shape of the breast should be slightly visible.And white lingerie with lace trim.Then she lifted her lids and took a sip of Cutty Sark with ice.The large round ice cubes in the glass clattered. ． "Would you like a refill? I want some too." The man said. "Okay," Aomame said. "It's a good drink." Aomame smiled ambiguously.Then suddenly he became serious. "By the way, I remembered. I want to ask a question." "What's up?" "Did the police uniforms change recently? And the types of guns they wear?" "When you said recently, how long did you mean?" "About a week or so." The man gave a slightly strange expression. "The police uniforms and sidearms did change, but it was several years ago. The uniforms that used to be close-fitting were replaced by casual styles like sports jackets, and the pistols were replaced by new automatic models. I think it seems that there is no A lot has changed." "Don't the Japanese police all wear old revolvers? As of last week." The man shook his head. "Nothing. Cops have been carrying automatic pistols since a long time ago." "Are you sure you can say that?" The woman's tone made the man cringe slightly.Frowning between brows, he carefully traced his memory. "Ah, I was a little confused when I was asked so seriously. However, the newspapers should have reported on the new styles of all police guns. There was a small problem at the time. Because the performance of the gun was so good, the government was routinely issued by the citizens. group protest." "How many years ago was that?" Aomame said. The man called the older bartender to ask, how many years ago did the police uniforms and guns get new? "Two years ago in the spring." The bartender replied without hesitation. "Look, the bartender in a first-class hotel knows everything." The man said with a smile. The bartender laughed too. "No, nothing like that. It's just that my brother happens to be a policeman, so I remember it well. My brother didn't like the style of the new uniform and complained several times. The gun also said it was too heavy. Still complaining. New The gun is a Beretta 9mm automatic, which can be switched to semi-automatic with a single dial. Now it seems that Mitsubishi is also authorized to produce domestically. There are almost no gunfights in Japan, and there is no need to have such a high-performance pistol. If it is stolen It is worrisome. However, the government also has a policy to improve and strengthen the function of the police.” "What happened to the old revolver?" Aomame asked in as low a voice as possible. "It should be all recycled, dismantled and disposed of." The bartender said. "I saw news reports on TV that dismantling was in progress. There are so many guns that need to be dismantled for disposal, and it is very troublesome to scrap the bullets." "It's better to sell it to foreign countries," said the thin-haired office worker. "The Constitution prohibits the export of arms," ​​the bartender pointed out modestly. "Look, the bartender of a first-class hotel!!" "In other words, the Japanese police haven't used revolvers at all since two years ago. Is that right?" Aomame interrupted the man's speech and reported it. "as far as I know." Aomame frowned slightly.Am I out of my head? This morning, I just saw a policeman in his old uniform with an old revolver.I haven't heard of any old pistols being disposed of without a single one left.But it's impossible for the middle-aged man and the bartender to make mistakes and lie together.So am I mistaken? "Thank you. I understand that." Aomame said to the bartender.The bartender smiled professionally like a proper sentence read and went back to work. "Are you interested in the police?" the middle-aged man asked. "It's not like that," Aomame said.Then ambiguous. "It's just that my memory is a little fuzzy." The two drank the newly delivered highball glasses Cutty Sark and Cutty Sark with ice cubes respectively.The men talked about the sailboat.He owns his own small yacht, which is moored at the Nishinomiya Marina near Kobe.When it comes to holidays, I go out to sea on a yacht.What a wonderful thing it is to be alone at sea and feel the sea breeze blowing over your body, the man said enthusiastically.Aomame didn't want to hear about the yacht.It is not as interesting as the history of ball bearings, or the distribution of mineral resources in Ukraine.She checks her watch. "It's late at night, can I get straight to the point and ask a question?" "Yes you can." "How to say it is a very personal question." "As long as I can answer it." "Is your second oldest?" The man opened his mouth slightly, narrowed his eyes, and kept looking at Aomame's face.It was as if he couldn't believe what his ears were hearing.But Aomame was serious.No kidding.You can tell by looking at the eyes. "Well." He answered seriously. "I don't know, maybe it's normal. I'm asked like this all of a sudden, I don't know what to say..." "How old are you?" Aomame asked. "Just turned fifty-one last month." The man said in an indeterminate voice. "Having an ordinary head and living for more than fifty years, working like everyone else, and even owning a yacht, can't you tell whether your dick is bigger or smaller than the standard in the world?" "Well, maybe it's a little bigger than normal." He thought for a while, and then seemed to have a hard time saying it. "Really?" "Why do you care about this?" "Care? Who said you cared?" "No, no one said..." the man cringed from the stool. "But now this matter seems to be a problem." "It's not a problem, it's not a problem at all," Aomame said decisively. "I, I just have a personal preference for the big dick. It's visual. It's not that if it's not big, it doesn't feel like it. And it's not as long as it's big. It's just that I prefer bigger ones in terms of mood. Can't it? ?Everyone has a preference, right? But it doesn’t matter if it’s too big. It’s just a pain. Understand?” "Then, if it goes well, you might like it. I think it's a little bigger than normal, not too big at all. In other words, moderately..." "You didn't lie, did you?" "It's useless to lie about this kind of thing." "Hmm. Then, let me take a look." "it's here?" Aoki suppressed and frowned. "Here? Do you have any problems? You are so old, what are you thinking about? Wearing a high-end suit and tie, isn't there so-called common sense in society? What do you want to show your dick in this kind of place? Think about it What will the people around you think. Go to your room now and show me by taking off your pants there. There are only two of you. This kind of thing must happen.” "I'll show you, and then what?" the man asked worriedly. "How about after watching?" Aoki stopped breathing as he said, frowning quite boldly.Of course it's sex.What else is there to do? I went to your room specially, just looked at the dick, and then said, "Thank you, you worked hard. Let me see something good. So, good night." Go back? You, Is the mind off the line somewhere?" The man gasped when he saw the dramatic change in Aomame's face.As soon as she frowned and started to change her face, most men would cringe.If it is a small child, it may cause urinary incontinence.Her face-changing has such an impact.Was it too much, Aomame thought.You can't let the other party be so scared.Because there are things that must be done before then.She hurriedly restored her face to its original shape, and forced a smile.Then, as if to speak to the other party again, he said: "Anyway, go to your room and have sex. Are you gay or impotent?" "Excuse me, I don't think so. I also have two children..." "Hey, no one asked how many kids you have, right? It's not a census, so please don't mention unnecessary things. What I want to ask is, if you sleep with a woman, the second child will stand up well Right? Only this." "There's never been a bad time so far when it matters," the man said. "But, are you a professional...or, are you doing this at work?" "No. Come on. I'm not a professional. I'm not a pervert. Just ordinary citizens. Just ordinary citizens simply, honestly, wanting to have sex with the opposite sex. Not special, just very common. Why not? I've just finished a difficult job and it's getting dark and I want a drink and sex with someone I don't know to blow off steam. Rest my nerves. It's necessary. You're a man and you can understand this It's a feeling." "Of course it's understandable, but..." "I don't want a dime of your money. If you can satisfy me well, I can even pay you. I have prepared condoms, and you don't have to worry about getting sick. Understand?" "I understand that, but..." "You don't seem to be excited. Are you dissatisfied with me?" "No, that's not the case. It's just that I don't understand. You're so young, I'm probably old enough to be your father..." "Okay, stop talking nonsense. Please. Regardless of the age difference, I'm not your bad daughter, and you're not my bad father. This kind of thing is too obvious. If you want to talk about that Ordinary nonsensical things, the nerves will break. I just like that bald head of yours. I like the shape. Do you understand?" "But you say so, I'm not bald yet. It's true that the hairline is a bit..." "You're so long-winded, eh." Aomame said patiently as she wanted to frown altogether.Then the voice became a little softer.Don't let the other party flinch too much. "It doesn't matter what happens to this kind of thing. Please don't mention such stupid things again." No matter what you think, you are bald, Aomame thought.If the entry census had an item for baldness, you would definitely be marked.If you go to heaven, you will go to bald heaven.If you go to hell, you'll go to bald hell.Get it? If you get it, don't run away from reality.well, let's go.Start now, and you're going straight to bald heaven. The man settled the bar bill and the two moved to his room. His penis was indeed a bit larger than standard, but not overly large.It is no different from what he declared himself.Aomame fiddled with it to make it bigger and harder.Take off your shirt, take off your skirt. "You think my breasts are small." Aomame said in a soft voice while looking down at the man. "My dick is quite big, but your tits are small. You are looking down on me like this! Do you feel that you are at a disadvantage?" "No, I didn't think so. Your breasts are not small. The shape is very beautiful." "Really?" Aomame said. "However, let me declare first, I don't usually wear such a gorgeous and tacky lace bra. I wear it because I can't help it at work. To show a little breasts." "What kind of job is that?" "Hey, I made it clear just now. I don't want to talk about work here. After all, no matter what kind of work it is, being a woman is hard in many ways." "Men are too. Many aspects of life are not easy." "But at least men don't have to wear lace bras if they don't want to." "Of course it is..." "Then, please don't say what you think you understand. Women, there are many things that are harder than men. Have you ever walked down a steep staircase in high heels? Have you ever crossed a fence in a miniskirt?" "I'm sorry." The man apologized honestly. She slipped her hands behind her back and dropped her bra on the floor.Roll up the stockings, take them off, and throw them on the ground.Then lie down on the bed and start touching the man's cock again. "Hey, it's quite a stylish thing. I'm convinced. The shape and size are ideal. It's as hard as a tree stump." "You can say that, I am very grateful." The man finally said with a sense of relief. "Look, my sister will love you from now on. Let you be alive and happy." "Should I take a shower before that? I'm sweating." "You're so wordy," Aomame said.And as a warning, he flicked his right testicle with his fingers. "Hey, I'm here to have sex. Not to take a shower. Got it? Let's do it first. Have fun. Sweat up. Not a shy schoolgirl." "Understood," the man said. After making love, the man lay on his stomach exhausted, exposing his neck, while Aoki stroked that neck with his fingers, he felt a strong desire to pierce that specific point with a sharp needle.Even thought about actually doing it.There are also ice picks rolled up in cloth in the bag.The needle point, which has been honed over time, hits the particularly soft cork peg.It's easy to do if you want to.The palm of the right hand pushed the wooden handle part down.The other party will be inexplicably dead.No pain at all.May be treated as a natural death.But of course she stopped thinking so.There is no reason why this man must be removed from society.Except that Aomame no longer had any reason to exist.Aomame shook her head, pushing that dangerous thought out of her mind. This man was not a bad person, Aomame told herself.Making love is also pretty smart.The period of not ejaculating temporarily until she reaches orgasm is also maintained very well.I really like the shape of the head and the baldness.The size of the penis is also just right.Be polite, dress with good taste, and not feel oppressive.Upbringing might be good too.The conversation is really boring, it's really infuriating.But that shouldn't be a crime.It shouldn't be. "May I turn on the TV?" Aomame asked. "Okay." The man said, still lying on his stomach. Lay naked on the bed until the eleven o'clock news is finished.In the Middle East, the bloody war between Iran and Iraq continues.The war has fallen into a quagmire, and there is no clue of a solution in sight.Iraq hangs draft dodgers on poles to emulate You.The Iranian government has accused Hussein in Iraq of using nerve gas and bacteriological weapons.In the United States, Mondel, and Hart, are vying for the Democratic nomination for the presidential election.Neither looked like the smartest person in the world.Since smart presidents are often targeted for assassination, perhaps people with slightly better brains than average should try not to be president. A permanent observation base is under construction on the moon.There was a rare collaboration between the United States and Soviet Russia.Just like the eucalyptus case at the Antarctic observation base.A base on the surface of the moon? Aomame tilted her head and thought about it.Never heard of it.What happened? But she decided not to think too much about it.Because there are more important issues at hand.A coal mine fire in Kyushu killed many people, and the government is investigating the cause.In an era when bases had been established on the surface of the moon, people were still digging for coal, which in itself surprised Aomame.The United States has strongly demanded that Japan open its financial markets.Morgan Stanley and Merrill Lynch stoked the government to find new ways to make money.The clever cat of Shimane Prefecture was introduced to the audience.The cat will open the window to go out by itself, and will close the window by itself after going out.The master trains it like this.Aoki watched with admiration the scene where the black cat turned around, stretched out a hand, and slowly closed the window with serious eyes. There are all kinds of news.But there was no report of the body found in a restaurant in Shibuya.After the news show ended, she pressed the remote to turn off the TV.It was very quiet.All he could hear was the faint sleeping snort of the middle-aged man lying next to him. The man should still maintain the same posture, lying on the desk.He seemed to be in a deep sleep.Like this man lying next to me.Can't hear breath.There is absolutely no possibility of that bastard waking up.Aomame continued to stare at the ceiling.The image of a dead body came to mind.Qin Mo shook his head, frowning alone.Then he got out of bed and picked up the clothes that were thrown on the ground one by one. (Watanabe's Note: In this chapter, "Qingdou" is printed as "Qingmu" in several places. It should be that the proofreading of the publishing house is not done well. It seems that the publishing industry in Taiwan is just like this)