Chapter 7 Chapter Seven: Aomame, Be Quiet, Don't Awaken the Butterfly

After one o'clock on Saturday afternoon, Aomame visited the "Yanagi House".There are a few huge and lush willow trees that have gone through the years in the house, sticking out their heads from the stone wall, swaying charmingly when blown by the wind like a group of ghosts with nowhere to go.Therefore, people in the neighborhood have taken it for granted that this old Western mansion has been called "Yanagi House" for a long time.It is located at the top of the steep slope of Mabu.A flock of lithe birds could be seen perched on the tops of willow branches.There is a big cat on the roof basking in the sun with its eyes narrowed.The passages around the old house are narrow and winding, and almost no cars pass by.Many tall trees give people the impression of being overcast during the day. When I stepped into this corner, I even felt that the pace of time slowed down slightly.There are several embassies nearby, but not many people come and go.It is usually quiet, but it changes greatly in summer, when the cicadas make one's ears hurt.

Aomame rang the doorbell and called her name into the intercom.Then face the camera lens overhead and smile a little.The iron door slowly opened mechanically, and after Aomame entered, the door behind her closed.She walked through the garden as usual and headed for the entrance of the mansion.Knowing that a monitor was capturing her figure, Aomame straightened her back like a mannequin, clenching her chin and walked straight down the path.Aomame was wearing a dark blue trench coat, a gray hooded top, and blue light jeans today, casual attire.White basketball shoes and a leather bag on his shoulder.No ice picks today.That one rests quietly in a wardrobe drawer when not needed.

There are several teak garden chairs in front of the entrance, and a tall man is sitting on one of them.Although not too tall, it can be seen that the muscles of the upper body are surprisingly well developed.He might be in his forties, with a shaved head and a carefully trimmed mustache under his nose.Wearing a wide-shouldered gray suit, a snow-white shirt, and a dark gray silk tie.The jet-black Cordovan horseshoes on his feet were spotless.Both ears wear silver earrings.He looked neither like a cashier at the Ward Office nor like a car insurance salesman.At first glance, he looked like a professional bodyguard, but in fact that was also his previous occupation.Sometimes also plays the role of driver.Is a high level of karate and can use weapons effectively when necessary.It can also show its sharp teeth and become more ferocious than anyone else.But usually he is both calm and quiet, and full of intelligence.If you keep looking into his eyes -- that is, if you let him -- you can see the warm light in them too.

In his private life, he is interested in playing with various machines and collecting progressive rock records from the 1960s to 1970s. He also lives in a corner of Azabu with his handsome young boyfriend who is a beautician.The name is Tamaru.Is that a first name, or a last name, I don't know.I don't even know how to write Chinese characters.Everyone calls him Mr. Tamaru. Tamaru, still sitting in the chair, saw Aomame nod. "Hello," Aomame said.Then sit down on the chair opposite the man. "I heard that a man died in a hotel in Shibuya," said the man, examining the shine of Cordovan's horse leather shoes.

"I don't know yet," Aomame said. "Because it's not enough to report. It looks like a heart attack. I'm only in my early forties. How pitiful." "You can't pay attention to your heart." Tamaru nodded. "Lifestyle habits are important. Irregularity, stress, lack of sleep. These can kill." "Sooner or later something will kill a person." "Theoretically so." "Have you had an autopsy?" Aomame asked. Tamaru bent down and brushed the dust off the surface of the shoes, which was visible or invisible to the eyes. "The police are very busy. The budget is also limited. There is no time to dissect intact corpses with no visible trauma. For the survivors, people who have died peacefully don't want to cut them up meaninglessly."

"Especially from the standpoint of the remaining wife." Tamaru was silent for a moment, then extended his right hand as thick as a baseball glove towards her.Aomame took the hand.Hold tightly. "You're tired. It's time to take a break," he said. Aomame twitched the corners of her mouth slightly as a normal person would smile, but she didn't actually smile.Only suggestive expressions. "Is Bun okay?" Sou Tang asked. "Think, good." Tamaru replied. Bun is the female German Shepherd that lives on the estate.Good personality and smart.There are, however, a few peculiar idiosyncrasies.

"Does that dog still eat spinach?" Aomame asked. "Eat a lot. The price of spinach has been so high recently, it's a bit unbearable. Because it eats a lot." "I've never seen a German Shepherd that likes to eat spinach." "That guy doesn't think of himself as a dog." "Then what do you think?" "I seem to think that I am a special existence beyond this classification." "Superdog?" "maybe." "So do you like spinach?" "It's nothing to do with that. I just like spinach. It's been like this since I was a puppy."

"But because of this, there may be some dangerous thoughts." "It's possible," Tamaru said.Then look at the watch. "By the way, today's appointment should be half past one, right?" Aomame nodded. "Yes, there is still a little time." Tamaru stood up slowly. "Please wait here. The time may be earlier." Then disappeared into the entrance. Aomame waited there while looking at the majestic willow tree.There is no wind, and the branch hangs quietly towards the ground.Like a person who indulges in wild thoughts. After a while, Tamaru came back. "Please go around from the back. Today I said that I would like to invite you to the greenhouse."

The two walked around into the garden, passed the willow tree, and walked towards the greenhouse.The greenhouse is at the back of the building.There are no trees around, so the sun can be fully illuminated. In order to prevent the butterflies inside from flying out, Tamaru carefully opened the glass door a little and let Aomame go in first.Then he walked in deftly and closed the door immediately.Not a proud move for a big man.But his actions are very essential and concise.It just means that it is not proud of it. The unreservedly perfect spring in the glass greenhouse has arrived.All kinds of flowers are in full bloom.Most of the plants there are things that can be seen everywhere.The shelves are lined with gladiolus, pulsatilla, daisy, etc., common grass flower pots that can be seen everywhere.There were also plants that seemed nothing more than weeds in Aomame's eyes.There are no such simple categories as expensive orchids, rare roses, and primary colors of Polynesian islands.Aomame wasn't interested in plants, but she liked the unpretentiousness of this greenhouse.

There are many butterflies living in the opposite greenhouse.In this wide glass room, the hostess seems to care more about raising precious butterflies than planting rare plants.The flowers inside are also centered on the species that are rich in nectar that butterflies like.Breeding butterflies in a greenhouse required extraordinary care, knowledge, and labor, but Aomame had no idea where this care was being used. Except in midsummer, sometimes the hostess would receive Aomame in the greenhouse, where the two of them would talk alone.In the glass greenhouse, you don't have to worry about being overheard.What they were talking about was not the kind of thing that could be preached out loud.And surrounded by flowers and butterflies, it is also more likely to let the nerves rest.You can tell by the look on her face.Although the temperature in the greenhouse was too warm for the green beans, it was not unbearable.

The hostess was a little woman in her seventies.Beautiful white hair cut short.Wears long-sleeved denim overalls, cream-coloured cotton trousers, and soiled tennis shoes.Wearing white work gloves, watering potted plants with a large metal sprinkler.The clothes she was wearing seemed to be one size too big, but even so, they still looked very comfortable on her body.Every time Aomame saw her figure, she couldn't help feeling something like respect for her unaffected natural demeanor. Married into an aristocratic family before the war, as the daughter of a famous chaebol, she doesn't give the impression of being pretentious or delicate at all.After the death of her husband shortly after the war, she participated in the management of a small investment company owned by her relatives and showed outstanding talent in the use of stocks.That is recognized by everyone, and it can also be said to be a natural aptitude.The investment company developed rapidly under her leadership, and the personal assets saved also greatly expanded.With this capital, she purchased several other elite locations in the capital owned by the old nobles and the old royal family.After retiring about ten years ago, I saw the opportunity to sell the stocks I owned at a high price, and my wealth increased as a result.Because she tried her best to avoid appearing in front of people, her name is hardly known to the common people in the world, but it is known to everyone in the business world.It is said that he also has a lot of contacts in the political circles.But personally, she is a bold and intelligent woman.And I don't know what a bad boy is.Believe in your sixth sense, once you make a decision, you must carry it out to the end. Seeing Aomame, she put down the shower head, pointed to the small iron garden chair near the entrance, and motioned to sit there.After Aomame sat down as instructed, she also sat down on the chair opposite.No matter what the search tick does, it hardly makes a sound.Like the wise she-fox running through the forest. "Would you like a drink?" Tamaru asked. "Hot herbal tea," she said.Then ask Aomame. "And you?" "Same." Aomame said Tamaru left the greenhouse with a slight nod.After checking the surroundings, after making sure no butterflies were approaching, he opened a crack in the door, flashed out quickly, and then closed the door.It's like doing a social dance. The hostess took off her work cotton gloves, and put them on the table carefully, like silk gloves for a dinner party.Then she looked straight at Aomame with warm, shining black eyes.Those are eyes that have seen many worlds.Aomame looked back into those eyes without being rude. "It seems that a pity person has gone." She said. "He seems to be quite well-known in the oil-related industry. It is said that he is still young and quite powerful." The hostess often speaks very quietly.If the wind is a little stronger, the volume will be blown off.So the other party must always listen carefully.Aomame was sometimes driven by a desire to reach out and turn the volume knob to the right.But of course there are no volume buttons like that anywhere.So I could only strain my ears to listen. Aomame said, "But the sudden disappearance of that person doesn't seem to be inconvenient. The world is still spinning." The hostess smiled. "In this world, no one is irreplaceable. No matter how powerful the knowledge and abilities are, there must be a successor somewhere. If the world is full of people who cannot find successors, we will be troubled. Of course— —” she added.And as if to emphasize, hold the right index finger straight up in the air. "It might be hard to find a replacement for someone like you." "Even if it's hard to find someone to replace me, it's not that hard to find a replacement," Aomame pointed out. The hostess looked at Aomame quietly.A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Maybe," she said. "But even so, what the two of us share here now may not be found there. You are you. Only you, I am very grateful. I can't express it in words." The hostess bent forward, stretched out her hand, and folded it on the back of Aomame's.She held her hand there for ten seconds or so.Then he pulled away, leaning his back back with a contented expression on his face.Butterflies flew from the air and landed on the shoulders of her blue overalls.It's a little white butterfly.There are several red markings.Butterfly didn't seem to know to be afraid, and fell asleep there. "You probably haven't seen this butterfly before." The hostess said with a glance over her shoulder.A slight conceit could be heard in the voice. "It's hard to find in Ryukyu. This kind of butterfly only gets nourishment from one kind of flower. A special flower that only blooms on the Ryukyu Mountains. To raise this butterfly, you have to transport that flower here to grow it. It takes a lot of work. Of course the cost is also high.” "This butterfly seems to be very close to you." The hostess said with a smile. "I personally think of me as a friend." "Can you be friends with a butterfly?" "To be friends with a butterfly, you must first become a part of nature. Get rid of the human breath, stay quiet here, and completely treat yourself as trees, grass and flowers. Although it takes time, once the other party is at ease with you, We can become friends naturally.” "Will you name the butterfly?" Aomame asked out of curiosity. "In other words, like dogs and cats, each has a name." The hostess shook her head slightly. "I don't know how to name butterflies. But even if I don't have a name, I can tell everyone apart just by looking at the pattern and shape. What's more, I give butterflies names, anyway, butterflies will die soon. These people are extremely without names. Friends for a short period of time. I come here every day, meet and say hello to the butterfly, and talk about everything. But the butterfly will disappear silently when the time is up. I think it must be dead, but I can’t find the dead body even if I look for it. It’s like It's like being sucked into the air. It just disappeared without leaving a trace. Butterflies are more fragile and graceful creatures than anything else. They don't know where they came from, and they only quietly pursue a limited number of things, and then they quietly don't know Disappeared somewhere. It may be a different world from here.” The air in the greenhouse was warm and humid, full of stuffy plant smells.And many butterflies appear and hide here and there, like short sentence reading points separating the flow of consciousness that has no beginning and no end.Every time Aomame entered this greenhouse, she felt as if she lost time. Tamaru entered carrying a metal tray with a beautiful celadon teapot and two teacup sets.Comes with a cloth napkin and a small plate with biscuits.The aroma of vanilla tea blends with the surrounding floral fragrance. "Thank you, Tamaru. I'll do it next," said the hostess. Tamaru put the tray on the garden table, saluted, and walked away quietly.Then open the door, close the door, and walk out of the greenhouse with the same light series of steps as before.The hostess picked up the lid of the teapot, smelled the aroma, and after confirming the stretch of the leaves, slowly poured it into two cups.Pay attention to the average concentration of the two cups. "Maybe it's a lot to ask. Why isn't there a screen door at the entrance?" Aomame asked. The hostess looked up at Aomame. "Screen door?" "Well, if you install a screen door on the inside to make a double door, you don't have to be careful to prevent the butterflies from escaping every time you go in and out." The hostess held the saucer in her left hand and the cup in her right, brought it to her mouth, and quietly took a sip of herbal tea.Savoring the aroma, he nodded slightly.Return the cup to the saucer and the saucer to the tray.After gently pressing the corners of the mouth with a napkin, place it on your lap.These actions, calculated on a very conservative basis, took her about three times the time of ordinary people.Aomame thought, like an elf deep in the forest sucking in the nourishing morning dew. Then the hostess coughed lightly. "I don't like things like nets." Aomame waited silently for her to continue, but nothing came of it.The so-called dislike of nets is an overall attitude towards things that restrict freedom, or from an aesthetic point of view, or is it just a physical like or dislike for no particular reason? The topic has ended without knowing.But right now, it's not a particularly important issue.It was just a question that came to mind. Like the hostess, Aomame picked up the cup and saucer of herb tea and took a sip without making a sound.I don't particularly like the fragrance herbal tea.Her preference is coffee hot and strong like a late-night devil.That might not be the drink for an afternoon conservatory though.so Every time she comes to the greenhouse, she drinks the same tea as the hostess.The hostess offered her a biscuit, and Aomame ate a slice.It's gingerbread.freshly baked, with The smell of fresh ginger.The mistress had lived in England for a while before the war.Aomame remembered this.The hostess also picked up a piece of biscuit and bit it bit by bit.Quiet and quiet as if not to wake the butterfly sleeping on the shoulder. "When you want to go back, Tamaru will give you the key like every time," she said. "After the work is done, you mail it back. Like every time." "Understood." There was a steady silence for a while.In the closed greenhouse, no outside sound can come in.Butterfly seemed to go on sleeping peacefully. "We did nothing wrong," said the hostess, looking directly into Aomame's face. Aomame bit her lip lightly.Then nod. "I know." "Please look at what's in that envelope," said the hostess. Aomame picked up the envelope on the table and arranged the seven Polaroid photos inside beside the elegant celadon teapot.Like the unlucky cards in Tarot divination.Partial closeup of nude young woman.Back, breasts, buttocks, thighs.Even the soles of the feet.Only the photo of the face is missing.Traces of violence were left everywhere, black and blue spots, red and swollen streaks.Appears to have been whipped with a belt.The pubic hair was shaved, and there were cigarette burns around it.Aomame couldn't help frowning.She had seen similar photos before, but not to such a serious extent. "Is this the first time you've seen this?" asked the hostess. Aomame nodded wordlessly. "I probably heard about it, but this is the first time I've seen the photo." "That man did it," said the old woman. "The fractures in three places have been treated, and one ear shows symptoms of hearing loss, which may not recover." The hostess said.The volume remains the same, but the sound is colder and harder than before.As if frightened by the sound, the butterfly on the hostess' shoulder woke up, spread its wings and flew into the air. She continued: "Anyone who would do such a thing, no matter what, can't let him go." Aomame arranged the photos and put them back in the envelope. "Do not you think so?" "Yes." Aomame agreed. "We did the right thing," said the hostess. She stood up from the chair, probably to calm down, and picked up the shower next to her.It's like picking up a delicate weapon.His face was a little pale.Eyes staring sharply at the corner of the greenhouse.Aomame turned her gaze to that line of sight, but couldn't see anything strange.Only potted thistles. "Thank you for making the trip. Thank you for your hard work." She said while holding the empty shower.So the interview seems to be over. Aomame also stood up and picked up the purse. "Thank you for the tea." "I want to say thank you again," said the hostess. Aomame only smiled slightly. "Don't worry about anything," said the hostess.The tone unknowingly returned to its original calm.There is a warm light in the eyes.Her hand rested lightly on Aomame's wrist. "Because we did the right thing." Aomame nodded.End the conversation with the same line every time.She probably kept repeating this to herself, Aomame thought.Like a mandala or a prayer. "Don't worry about it. Because we did the right thing." After confirming that there were no butterflies around, Aomame opened the greenhouse door a little, stepped outside, and closed the door.Leaving the hostess with the shower in hand.After walking out of the greenhouse, the air outside is cool and fresh.There are flowers and trees aroma.Here is the real world.Time passed as usual, and Aomame breathed the air of reality into her lungs with all her might. Tamaru sat on the same teak chair in the entrance and waited.To get her the key to the private mailbox. "Are you done?" he asked. "I think it's over," Aomame said.Then sat down next to him, took the key and put it in the mezzanine of the leather bag. The two of them didn't say anything for a while, watching a flock of birds flying into the garden.The wind still stopped completely, and the willow leaves drooped quietly.The ends of a few branches almost touched the ground. "Is that woman still healthy?" Aomame asked. "Which girl?" "The man who had a heart attack at Shibuya Hotel was too big." "It's not too healthy right now." Tamaru said with a frown. "It's been too much of a shock. I can't talk much yet. It will take time." "What kind of person?" "In my early twenties. I don't have kids. I'm pretty and have a good temperament. I have a pretty good figure. Unfortunately, I may not be able to wear a swimsuit this summer. I may not be able to wear a swimsuit next summer. Did you see the Polaroid photo?" "I saw it just now." "Isn't it too much?" "Pretty much," Aomame said. Tamaru said: "This is a common pattern. From the perspective of the world, men are very capable people. They are also highly evaluated by their surroundings. They are well-educated and educated. They also have high social status." "But once I got home, I was completely different," Aomame continued. "Especially when he drinks alcohol, he becomes more violent. That being said, he is the type who only hits women. He only hits too hard. On the outside, he looks good. From the perspective of the people around him, they think he is a gentle man. A good husband. Even if you make a big complaint about how miserable and violent you have been treated, no one will believe it. Men also know this, so when they use violence, they choose places that others cannot see. Or leave no trace do it. Is that so?" Tamaru nodded. "Basically. But he doesn't drink a drop. This guy doesn't drink, and he does it in broad daylight. The viciousness is more serious. She wants a divorce. But the husband stubbornly refuses to divorce. Maybe he liked her. Maybe he doesn't want to let go. Victim at hand. Perhaps too fond of brute force." Tamaru gently raised his foot to check the glossiness of the leather shoes.Then go on to say: "If evidence of domestic violence is presented, the divorce will naturally be established, but it is time-consuming and expensive. And if the other party hires a good lawyer, they will be treated unpleasantly. The family court is crowded and there are not enough judges. Even if Divorced smoothly, the amount of alimony and living allowance was determined, but few men will pay honestly. They will always find excuses. There are almost no ex-husbands in Japan who have been imprisoned for failing to pay alimony. As long as they show A gesture of willingness to pay, a symbolic payment, and the court will be lenient. Japanese society is still pampering men.” "But a few days ago, that violent husband was in a hotel room in Shibuya, and it just so happened that he deserved to have a heart attack," Aomame said. "It's a coincidence that the description that deserves it is a bit too direct." Tamaru said softly. "I prefer to say that it was an ingenious arrangement from the heavens. In any case, the cause of death is not suspicious, and the amount of insurance money is not too high to attract attention, so the life insurance company will not doubt it. It should be paid smoothly. Having said that, the amount is good. With this insurance money, she can take the first step in a new life. Not to mention, it can completely save the time and money spent on divorce proceedings. It can avoid complicated and meaningless divorce. mental torture caused by legal procedures and subsequent disputes.” "Also, if you don't let this kind of dangerous bastard continue to run wild in the world, you won't find new victims somewhere." "An ingenious arrangement of the heavens," Tamaru said. "Thanks to the heart attack, everything ended well. If it ends well, everything will be fine." "If there's such a thing as the last word somewhere," Aomame said. The corners of Tamaru's mouth made a brief wrinkle that was reminiscent of a smile. "There must be a last one somewhere, but it's not written "This is the last" one by one. Is it written "This is the last step. Please don't step out" on the top of the stairs?" Aomame shook her head. "Same as that," Tamaru said. Aomame said, "Using common sense and opening your eyes properly, you will naturally know where the end is." Tamaru nodded. "Even if you don't know—" He made a downward motion with his fingers, "No matter what, it's the end there." The two were speechless for a while listening to the sound of the bird.A peaceful April afternoon.There was no malice or violence to be seen anywhere. "How many women live here now?" Aomame asked. "Four." Tamaru replied instantly. "They're all in the same situation?" "Probably similar." Tamaru said.Then pouted. "However, the situation of the other three people is not that serious. The man on the other side is all useless and despicable guys, but they are not as bad as the person we are talking about now. They are all bluffing little people. You don't need to bother you. Here It can probably be handled.” "Legally?" "Probably legal. A little intimidation at best. But of course a heart attack is a legitimate cause of death." "Of course." Aomame agreed. Tamaru didn't say anything for the time being, and put his hands on his knees, quietly looking at the drooping willow branches. After a little hesitation, Aomame opened her mouth. "Hey, Mr. Tamaru, I want to ask you something." "What's up?" "The police uniforms and guns were replaced a few years ago?" Tamaru frowned slightly.There seemed to be a slight sound of wariness in her tone. "Why are you asking that all of a sudden?" "There's no particular reason. It just occurred to me just now." Tamaru looked into Aomame's eyes.His eyes are always neutral, there is no so-called expression in them.There is room to turn to either side. "In mid-October 1981, there was a shootout between radicals and the Yamanashi prefectural police near Lake Motosu. In the second year, there was a major reform of the police. That was two years ago." Aomame nodded without changing her expression.I don't remember such a thing at all, but I can only cooperate with the other party's words. "It was a bloody affair. Old six-shot revolver, five Kalashnikov AK47s. No way to beat that thing. Three poor cops, beaten like a sewing machine. The self-defense force's special airborne unit immediately dispatched helicopters. The police's face was lost. Later, Prime Minister Nakasone immediately decided to seriously strengthen the police force. The organization was greatly reorganized and special armed forces were set up. The general police began to wear high-performance automatic pistols. Beretta Type 92. Have you ever shot it?" Aomame shook her head.How could that be? She hadn't even fired an air gun. "I did." Tamaru said. "A 15-round automatic type. It uses 9mm Parabellum bullets. It's a highly rated gun model that is also used by the U.S. Army. It's not cheap, but it's not as expensive as Sig or Clark. Its selling point. However, this is not a gun that can be easily operated by novices. The previous revolver weighed only 490 grams, but this one weighs 850 grams. This kind of thing is carried by Japanese policemen who are not well trained. It’s useless. Shooting a high-performance pistol in such a crowded place will kill ordinary citizens.” "That kind of thing, where do you cum?" "Ah, there are often. Sometimes by the spring lake, while playing the harp, a goblin suddenly appears from nowhere, and gives me the Beretta 92, and I test it with the little white rabbit over there." "Seriously." The lines at the corners of Tamaru's mouth deepened slightly. "I'm only serious," he said. "Anyway, the standard pistols and uniforms were renewed in the spring of two years ago. Just about this time. Does that answer your question?" "Two years ago," she said. Once again, Tamaru cast a sharp glance at Aomame. "Hey, if there's anything you're worried about, you can tell me. Do you have anything to do with the police?" "It's not like that," Aomame said.Then the fingers of both hands shook lightly in the air. "I just thought about the uniform for a while. I wonder when it was changed." The silence continued for a while, and the conversation between the two naturally ended here. Tamaru held out his right hand again. "I'm glad it ended well," he said.Aomame shook that hand.This man understands.Warm, quiet encouragement, accompanied by physical contact, is warranted after a life-threatening job is done. "Take a vacation," Tamru said. "Sometimes you need to stop and take a deep breath to clear your mind. Why not go to Guam with your boyfriend for vacation." Aomame picked up her purse and adjusted the position of the hood of her hoodie. Tamaru stood up too.Although he was not tall at all, when he stood up, it looked like a stone wall had grown out of it.Often people are surprised by the tight texture. Tamaru watched her go out from behind.Aomame continued to feel the sight on her back while shuffling her steps.So tighten your jaw, straighten your back, and walk with sure steps as if you were walking along a straight line.However, where Zhuang couldn't see, she felt very confused.In places I don't know, things I don't know happen one after another.Earlier, the world was still in her hands.There are no flaws or contradictions.But now it's starting to fall apart. Shootout at Lake Motosu? Beretta Type 92? What happened? It was impossible for Aomame to miss such important news.The system of this world does not know where it started to mess up.As she walked, her mind continued to spin.No matter what happens, always find a way to rearrange the world into a bundle.It must be reasonable.And hurry up.Don't know what would have happened otherwise. Aomame's heart was in turmoil, and Tamam should have seen through it.He is a very cautious, intuitive man.And also a dangerous man. Tamaru has a deep respect for the hostess and is dedicated to her duties.He would do almost anything to protect her personal safety.Aomame and Tamaru affirm each other and have a good impression of each other.At least harboring something resembling goodwill.However, if he judged that for some reason, Aomame's existence would be detrimental to the mistress, he might not hesitate to abandon Aomame and get rid of her.Very pragmatically.However, this kind of thing cannot be blamed on Tamaru.Because that was his job after all. As Aomame walked through the garden, the door opened.She smiled as amiably as she could for the surveillance cameras, and waved gently.Like nothing ever happened.After walking out of the wall, the door at the back slowly closed.As Aomame walked down the steep slope in the sackcloth, she made a list in her head of the things she had to do.Meticulous and important.