America's King of Poetry

Chapter 49 Double Eyes

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

The hot noodles bring a little bit of warmth to people on a slightly cool night, and the heat surges up in the stomach, and the delicious taste makes people linger.Arthur smacked his lips, picked up the bowl and took another sip of the soup, breathing comfortably.

He was the only one left in the store. The guys who were chatting just now had all gone home. The boss was behind the counter counting the change in the cash register.Seeing that the last customer had finished eating, he came to the table to clean up, and said, "Sir, we are closing."

The boss is a middle-aged man in his 50s, with an ordinary appearance, not tall, a little bald, and looks like a dutiful person.There are many hard-working Chinese in New York. They live in Chinatown and live a life similar to that in China for higher income.Some elderly people, who may not be able to speak a few words of English, have lived in Chinatown all their lives.

Arthur wiped his mouth with a tissue and said, "Can you let me stay here for a while, I have to wait for someone." What he said was not Chinese, he could no longer speak Chinese.Although I can read Chinese characters, but when I open my mouth, I spit out English and Italian, which I can understand.

The boss looked distressed, obviously he didn't want to offend the guests, but it was indeed getting late now, and he also wanted to rest.Judging by the appearance of this man, he looked like an Italian, and he was afraid of offending the gang.Although there are nearly 2000 million Italian immigrants in the United States, gang members only account for a very small proportion of them, but some film and television dramas are so famous that most people think of the Mafia when they see Italians.

Arthur took out 10 dollars from his pocket and put it on the table, saying: "This is a tip for extending the opening time of the store. Your wanton noodles are really good. I will come here often. If you encounter trouble in the future, you can come to me. I can solve many problems."

The boss is sweating, and the tone of his speech is like a gang member.There are many Chinese gangs in Chinatown, but they are not so easy to talk about. Their main activity is to bully their own people and extract money from their compatriots.Of course, there isn't a single good thing about gangs for the general populace.There is a price to pay for any deal with the devil.

The boss didn't dare to take the $10, so he just put away the bowls and chopsticks on the table, wiped the table, and nodded submissively, "Then open it for a while, open it for a while, do you want something else?" Arthur shook his hand, a bowl of wonton noodles is enough for supper.The boss returned 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 solitary lamp shone on Arthur. He sat on a chair with his hands in his hands, quietly waiting for the person he was waiting for.

In the middle of the night, there are still vehicles passing by outside the store from time to time.The light box sign in the tea restaurant was extinguished, and the whole street was darkened, only the lamp left by the boss for Arthur was left, illuminating Arthur's back.Arthur lit a cigarette, the red dot flickered with his breath, and the faint blue smoke entangled the light and rose upwards, before slowly dissipating into the invisible darkness.

Arthur trusted Russell. As a "grave digger", even if Arthur wanted to see a dead person, he would dig up the grave and bring the dead body 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 without any treatment. Russell hurriedly took Matthew to see Arthur, and ignored it for the time being.Matthew was stuffed into the back seat, his head was still a little dizzy, his throat hurt badly, and he kept coughing dryly in the car.He knew he had saved his life, but he didn't know why.Why Russell wanted to save himself, why did he appear in time, Matthew thought he was dead.

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

Matthew felt a strange aura, from the moment he drove Arthur back to Little Italy, everything felt weird.Inexplicably hallucinated, knocked Wood out, suddenly wanted to open Wood's safe, was almost killed by Wood, was rescued by Russell, and saw this little girl again, nothing was in line with common sense.Matthew is not an impulsive person. His years of undercover work have allowed him to be calm and restrained.

Tonight, he took a lot of risks to get a picture of Jackie Gandolfield - in the offices of the FDA, FBI, and NYPD's anti-gangsters, there is not even a picture of Jackie Gandolfield. He has always done a good job of protecting his privacy.And right after that photo was taken, everything seemed to slip into an uncontrollable orbit.

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

Arthur, Arthur-Luciano, Matthew couldn't help thinking of the name in his mind.

And 15 minutes later, Matthew saw Arthur again, in a Cantonese-style tea restaurant in Chinatown with only one light on.

Russell parked the car slowly on the side of the road, pointed to the "Xixi Tea Restaurant" outside the car window, and said to Matthew: "Go, he will wait for you there."

Matthew looked out the window and saw the somewhat familiar figure from behind under the lamp.Matthew has a very good memory for identifying people. As long as he observes a person carefully once, he can recognize him even if he only sees the back next time.He and Arthur were separated for less than an hour. On the way back, Matthew didn't pay much attention to Arthur and just wanted to send him home, but he still recognized Arthur's back, that handsome, burly young cook.

Matthew got off the car, walked across the deserted road, and walked to the door of the tea restaurant.I don't know why, but the surrounding area is very dark.Although most of the shops on the street are closed, why is it so dark?Except for the solitary lamp in the store that was still on, the surroundings seemed to be immersed in darkness.Matthew hesitated for a moment, but pushed the door open and entered, and there was a crisp "ding bell" sound, and the bell on the door rang.

The shop was extremely quiet, except for Arthur, who had his back turned to him, no one else could be seen.Arthur finished smoking another cigarette, and when he heard the bell, he looked back and saw Matthew, a thin and thin Matthew.The faint light hit his face, his thin face was like rolling hills, half of it was hidden in the shadow, and half of it was outlined by the light.Arthur waved to him, beckoning him to come and sit down.

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

Arthur stubbed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can, then took out a playing card from his pocket, put it on the table with the back side up, slid it to Matthew, and asked, "Can you see the words on it?"

Matthew lowered his head. Under the light, he could see the golden streamer shining on the back of the playing cards, and the rows of small gilded characters were densely arranged, like a poem.Matthew nodded and replied in a hoarse voice: "Yes, I can see it." Arthur knew he had found the right person, and the fourth person 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 man wanted to do. Why did he read the words on the back of the playing cards?Apart from being a cook, what other status does he have?Why did Russell call him "The Godfather"?And who is that little girl?What the hell am I doing sitting here?There are always countless questions in Matthew's mind. He thinks about many, many questions every day and sorts out many, many details so that he can survive as an undercover agent safely.

Matthew still followed Arthur's wishes. He picked up the playing cards, looked at the gilded words on the back, and his mind suddenly calmed down.He felt like he was back in the wild Nebraska grass again, with the breeze caressing his face and running through his hair, holding his sister's hand, staring at the whirling windmill, and just kept looking.

"Countless eyes have seen the morning light; in the depths of his grave he sleeps, while the rising sun still lights up the world.

The night, gentler than the day, has captivated countless eyes with magic; the stars are always shining, but the eyes are full of endless shadows.

Had his eyes gone out?No, it can't be, it's an illusion, he just turned to it—

That is 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 fresh shrimp and wonton noodles, and handed it to Matthew.

"Eat, I ordered for you, you must be hungry." Arthur pointed to the wonton noodles in front of Matthew and said.

Matthew stared wide-eyed and slowly put down the playing cards. He stared at Arthur for a long time before saying, "Okay, Godfather."

"Name: Matthew Grant, Occupation: Double Agent Sequence: 8, Code Name: Twin Eyes, Comment: Others are Hell."

(End of this chapter)