Walking out of Newark Airport, Guan Jinzai squinted his eyes because of the sunlight. The familiar smell of maple trees wafted in the wind, with an air of New York.
"It's not the first time you've come here, right?" Tony switched to English to communicate with him.
"Of course, I am as familiar with this place as you are." Guan Jin also replied in English.
Tony was stunned: "Why is your accent so similar to Ethan? You don't learn English from him, right? You really got the wrong teacher. Look how pure I speak."
"Your Texas taste is going to kill you. Also, if you don't hurry up and drive, I'll take a taxi and leave."
Tony slid back to their Upper East Side villa in his sassy red Lotus Roadster. The reason why I say them is because Guan Jin, adhering to the idea of being hidden in the city, found a villa near Central Park, but when it was renovated, it was designed to be one person and half, because Tony used to rely on his apartment and rushed to his apartment. Don't go. However, most of the time they don't live here, Guan Jin is usually in his apartment in Queens, and Tony is indulging in the gentle village. Only when there is a long gap between tasks, Guan Jin will go back to the villa to live for a while, and often stroll around the Metropolitan Museum during the day.
The increasingly familiar city came into view, and the car finally stopped in front of the quaint-looking villa, and Guan Jin realized that he really came back.
"This is where Ethan used to live, you won't be here too—" Tony watched Guan Jin drop his luggage, walked straight to the kitchen and took out a bottle of ice Coke, swallowing what he was about to say, " You really have been here. When did this guy ethan get you there? I don't know at all, it's so boring!"
"You ordered something to eat, I'll take a bath." Guan Jin drank Coke, picked up his duffel bag and walked upstairs, "Sandwich called No. 75, no onions."
Tony was stunned on the spot, and for a moment, Guan Jin's back was overlapped with that tall and stern man. Tony shook his head, it was so weird.
After eating, drinking and sleeping, Guan Jin felt full of energy. Tony seems to be out, Guan Jin strolls around the bedroom, and finally pulls out an intricately decorated box from the dark compartment of the cabinet and takes out a photo. Above is a gray-haired old man, thin but energetic, his gray eyes are bright, and behind him are other dazzling works of art and antiques, and standing beside him is a 10-year-old oriental boy with a smile on his face. The indifference and awkwardness of the camera that do not belong to this age. Guan Jin rubbed the photo lightly with his fingers, "Old man, I almost went to be with you. But God doesn't seem to want to accept me. Didn't you make a deal with him?"
Imagining the old man bargaining with God, a smile appeared on Guan Jin's face.
At this time, there was a noise downstairs, and Tony came back.
"Hey, how are you resting? I'm not here tomorrow, I'm free today, it's only two o'clock, do you want to go to Ethan's place to see?" Tony finally said more carefully.
Guan Jin didn't show any expression, it didn't matter if he saw or not, it was just a tombstone. "Go."
The car stopped outside the gate of an old cemetery in the suburbs of New York. In the afternoon, the sky suddenly became gloomy, and the scenery of the cemetery became even more solemn and bleak.
Guan Jin sat in the car and looked at Tony who had gotten out of the car, his face twitched: "You didn't bury the two of them together, did you?"
"How come? There is no room next to the old man. I finally found a good place in the corner for Ethan." Tony didn't look grateful to me.
Guan Jin had no expectations for that good location.
Guan Jin didn't rush to see his tomb first, but went to the old man's tomb. He reached out and brushed off a dead leaf on the tombstone, and looked at the epitaph engraved on the tomb: This is a free man, and he will be after his death. After standing silently for a while, he motioned for Tony to leave.
Walking under a short tree in the northeast corner of the cemetery, "I said, do you want me to avoid it, you can cry happily or something." Tony asked thoughtfully.
Guan Jin didn't answer, he looked at the gray tombstone with only one name and date in confusion. Is he himself buried under this? What is it like now? Boneless or rotten
Guan Jin didn't feel real, he suddenly took two steps forward and pressed it on the tombstone. He hadn't seen what he looked like after he died, and he probably wouldn't be much better than those he had killed, but before seeing the bones, he seemed to have a hope that one day he could go back to the past. No, he can't give up until he sees it. He doesn't believe that he is already rotten, so he sleeps in the cold soil.
"Look for a shovel, two." Guan Jin clasped his finger on the stone tablet.
"What?" Tony didn't understand.
"Come on, anything will do, you can dig up here. Anything will do!" Guan Jin roared.
Tony was startled, and he asked dumbfoundedly: "Dug up? You're crazy! You can't live without him! I saw him buried, he really died, Guan."
"I don't believe it! How the hell could I be buried in such a damn place, there's not even a bird here! Damn it, damn it!" Guan Jin kicked the tombstone like crazy, and was hugged by Tony Live and drag back.
"Hey, calm down! People will die, and the soul will go to see God, but the body is buried here."
"Damn God, I'm not dead, I'm still standing here fucking! Still standing here!"
Guan Jin broke free from Tony's restraint, turned around and panted heavily, staring at Tony like a beast with red eyes.
"What, what?" Poor Tony felt as though he had just heard something extraordinary, and his mind was a little knotted.
Guan Jin vented a bit, and gradually calmed down. He sat down in front of the tombstone, with his back against the stone tablet, and fell into silence.
After a long while, Guan Jin said slowly, "Man, I'm still alive, I'm not dead."
Tony had a hellish look on his face. Well, it's actually a hell of a lot.
Outside a cafe in the town where the cemetery is located.
"Sounds like a fantasy." Tony used ice lemonade to soothe his frightened little mind, "Are you sure it's not that you are thinking too much and have a split personality?"
Guan Jin gave him an eye knife, "You will die on this stinky mouth sooner or later."
"Hey, don't curse me." Tony sighed, and then remembered to take a closer look at Guan Jin, "Tsk tsk, looking at how small you are now, if I take you out, they will definitely think that I have changed, and start Obsessed with little boys."
"This is the best." Guan Jin unexpectedly did not attack, "No one will associate me with Hei Xiao. They can't even dream of it, I live in another body."
Tony raised his eyebrows: "You came back with me to start a plan of revenge."
"Didn't you come back for this?"
"Sure enough, you still know me, good man, toast!"
Tony contacted some people in the corner of the organization, and wanted to inquire about the spider from the side. Guan Jin can only stay in the villa, he actually wants to go back to the apartment in Queens to get some things, but it is not wise to go back like this.
Before coming, Guan Jin always felt that he lived like a realistic dream, or was acting in a real and lengthy play. One day the dream would wake up and the play would end. But the moment he saw his tombstone, he realized that he would never wake up. The traces of the past 30 years have been completely wiped out by a bullet. Since then, there is one less black owl in the world, and one more Guan Jin who doesn't know who he is. No matter how strong his heart was, he couldn't help but lose control of his anger at this cruel moment of face-to-face with his own corpse.
Tony asked him what he planned to do in the future, he laughed at himself, he was too illusory for him in the future, all he thought about was now. He wants to bring back the man who wiped out his life. In the eyes of others, he is just a puppet attached to the organization, but he knows that the organization is just an intermediary agency of mutual benefit to him, and he never takes it seriously. He was reluctant to use those hidden powers easily, he just wanted to be alone and keep himself quiet, but the matter had come to this point, he couldn't help himself. In the eyes of the other party, he was just a little killer who used to kill chickens as an example, but unfortunately they underestimated him and angered the Owl of the Night, which was really a huge mistake.