Arthur sat in the shop and finished a bowl of shrimp wonton noodles.

The hot noodles bring a hint of warmth on some cool nights, and the warmth in the stomach surges, and the delicious taste makes people linger. Arthur smacked his lips, picked up the bowl and took another sip of soup, gasping for breath.

He was the only one left in the store, and the uncles who had just been chatting had gone home, and the boss was counting the change in the cash register behind the counter. When he saw that the last guest had finished eating, he came to the table and cleaned up, and said, "Sir, we are closing." ”

The boss is a middle-aged man about 50 years old, with an ordinary appearance, not tall, a little bald, and looks like a person who does his duty. There are a lot of hard-working Chinese in New York, living in Chinatown and living a similar life as in China, for a higher income. Some elderly people may not be able to speak a few words of English and live in Chinatown all their lives.

Arthur wiped his mouth with a tissue and said, "Can you let me stay here for a while longer, I'll wait for someone." "What comes out of his mouth is not Chinese, and he can't speak Chinese anymore. Although I know Chinese characters, I can understand English and Italian when I have a mouth.

The boss looked embarrassed, obviously he didn't want to offend the guests, but it was really not early now, and he also had to rest. This man looked like an Italian, and he was afraid of messing with the gang. Although there are nearly 20 million Italian immigrants in the United States, gangs account for only a very small part, but some film and television dramas are so famous that the average person thinks of the mafia when they see Italians.

Arthur took out $10 from his pocket and put it on the table, saying, "This is a tip to extend the opening hours, your wonton noodles are really good, I will come often." If you get into trouble in the future, you can come to me, I can solve a lot of problems. ”

The boss Khan came down, and the tone of his voice was like that of a gang member. There are many Chinese gangs in Chinatown, but they are not so easy to talk to, and their main activity is to bully their own people and squeeze money from their compatriots. Of course, for the general population, there is not a single good thing about gangs. There is a price to be paid for making a deal with demons.

The boss didn't dare to take the $10, so he just put away the dishes and chopsticks on the table, wiped the table, and nodded resignedly, "Then open it for a while, open it for a while, do you want to eat something else?" Arthur shook his hand, a bowl of wonton noodles was enough for a late-night snack. The boss went back to the kitchen with the dishes and chopsticks, and turned off the two lights in the store, leaving only the one on Arthur's head. A lone lamp shone on Arthur, and he sat on a chair with his hands in his hands, quietly waiting for the person he was waiting for.

Late at night, there are still cars driving outside from time to time. The light box sign in the café went out, and the street went dark, except for the lamp left by the boss for Arthur, illuminating Arthur's back. Arthur lit a cigarette, the red dots flickering as the breath flickered, and the faint blue smoke twinkled around the light and rose upward, slowly dissipating into the invisible darkness.

Arthur trusted Russell, as a "gravedigger", even if Li Liang wanted to see the dead, he would dig up the grave, dig up the man's body and bring it to Arthur.

……

Matthew was pulled out of the pharmacy by Russell's arm and dragged all the way to the car parked at the door.

In the pharmacy, Wood's body was still lying on the sofa and had not been processed, and Russell was in a hurry to take Matthew to see Arthur, leaving it alone for the time being. Matthew was stuffed into the back seat, his head still a little drowsy, his throat hurt terribly, and he kept coughing dryly in the car. He knew he had a life back, but he didn't know why. Why did Russell save himself, why did he appear in time, Matthew thought he was dead.

The car started, and Matthew noticed that there was a little girl sitting in the front passenger seat. She had beautiful blond hair and sat quietly and obediently in her seat, holding a stuffed bear toy in her hand - this stuffed bear had only one eye and the other plastic eye was missing.

Matthew felt an eerie aura, and everything from the time he drove Arthur back to Little Italy to now, everything was ethereal. Inexplicably hallucinated, knocked Wood unconscious, suddenly wanted to open Wood's safe, was almost killed by Wood, and was rescued by Russell, and saw this little girl again, nothing is reasonable. Matthew is not an impulsive person, and his years of undercover career have made him calm and restrained, always on high alert, and careful in what he says and does.

He's taken a big risk tonight to get a picture of Jackie Gandolfer — he doesn't even have a single photo of Jackie Gandoluff in the offices of the FDA, the FBI, and the NYPD's Anti-Black Team, and he's been doing a very good job of protecting his privacy. And as soon as that picture was taken, it was as if everything slipped into an uncontrollable track.

By the way, Matthew remembered that when the photo was taken, Arthur Luciano was also photographed, and he and Jackie were talking about something on the balcony.

Arthur, Arthur Luciano, Matthew's mind was uncontrollably reminded of the name.

Fifteen minutes later, Matthew met Arthur again, in a Cantonese tea restaurant with only one light on in Chinatown.

Russell slowly parked the car on the side of the road, pointed to the "Hexi Tea Restaurant" outside the car window, and said to Matthew: "Go ahead, he is waiting for you there." ”

Matthew looked out the window and saw a somewhat familiar figure under the lamp. Matthew's memory is very good, as long as a person has carefully observed once, the next time he sees him, even if he only sees the back, he can recognize eight or nine without leaving ten. He and Arthur were separated for less than an hour, and on the way back, Matthew didn't care much about Arthur and just wanted to send him home, but he still recognized Arthur's back, the handsome, burly young cook.

Matthew got out of the car, crossed the deserted road, and walked to the front of the tea restaurant. For some reason, it's particularly dark around. Although most of the shops on the street are closed, why is it so dark? Except for the lone lamp in the store, which was still on, the surroundings seemed to be immersed in darkness. Matthew hesitated, but pushed the door in, letting out a crisp "jingle bell" sound, and the bell on the door rang.

The shop was so quiet that no one was in sight except Arthur, who had his back to him. Arthur finished smoking another cigarette, and when he heard the bell, he looked back and saw Matthew, a thin Matthew. A faint light hit his face, and his emaciated face was like an undulating mountain, half hidden in shadows, half outlined by the light. Arthur beckoned to him and motioned for him to come and sit down.

Matthew had a lot of doubts in his mind, but he didn't say anything, walked over to the table and sat down.

Arthur snuffed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash, then took out a playing card from his arms, put it on the table with his back side up, slid it in front of Matthew, and asked, "Can you see the words on it?" ”

Matthew lowered his head, and under the light, he could see a golden streamer shining on the back of the playing cards, and rows of gilded small characters were densely arranged, as if they were a poem. Matthew nodded and replied in a hoarse voice, "Yes, I can see it." "Arthur knew he had found the right person, and a fourth man finally appeared, Matthew.

"Read it to me." Arthur said.

Matthew looked up at Arthur, his mind was in a mess, he didn't know what this person was trying to do, why he was reading the words behind the playing cards? In addition to being a cook, what else does he have? Why did Russell call him "The Godfather"? And who is that little girl? What the hell am I doing sitting here? Matthew always has a myriad of questions on his head, and he thinks about many, many questions every day, sorting out many, many details so that he can survive as an undercover agent safely.

Matthew did as Arthur had told, he picked up the playing cards, looked at the gilded words behind him, and his spinning mind suddenly calmed down. He felt like he was back in the Nebraska barren meadows, the breeze caressing his face and running through his hair, and he took his sister's hand and stared at the spinning windmill, just like that.

"Countless eyes have seen the morning light; He slept deep in the grave, and the morning sun still illuminated the world.

The night, which is warmer than the day, charms countless eyes with magic; The stars shine forever, but the eyes are full of boundless shadows.

Could it be that his eyes have gone out? No, it can't be, it's an illusion, he just turned to the other side-

It's called the invisible world......"

After reading the last sentence, there was a "click", and the surroundings suddenly lit up.

It turned out that the owner of the restaurant turned on an extra light, and then came over with a bowl of shrimp wonton noodles and handed it to Matthew.

"Eat, I'll give you something, you must be hungry." Arthur pointed to the wonton noodles in front of Matthew and said.

Matthew's eyes widened and he slowly put down his playing cards, he stared at Arthur for a long time before he said, "Okay, Godfather." ”

"Name: Matthew Grant, Occupation: Double Agent Sequence: 8, Codename: Twin Eyes, Criticism: Others Are Hell."