Super player of a certain American comic

Chapter 377 Visiting Military
cemetery!

hell?

It's a good match...what the hell.

Locke raised his eyebrows, feeling the breath of hell coming from the half-open room, and narrowed his eyes.

Mephisto himself?
its not right.

Is Mephisto's breath so rubbish?
Locke thought in this way, feeling the aura that belonged to the Witch Heart Demon that he had recorded in the record, and made a comparison.

Older than the Witch.

Older than Witch's.

Uh……

Really Mephisto?

at this time.

A dark-skinned, but looking in good spirits, with piercing eyes, wearing a black suit, a very decent Xiao Hei came out of the room.

Not Mephisto.

Locke looked at Xiao Hei who came out with a hint of hell, and said in his heart that Mephisto's choice of walking skin is very random, but the black skin is definitely not in the range of Mephisto's choice .

This point, Locke heard from the succubus who hung out with Chester back then.

It can be said that the main points of Locke's knowledge about hell were told to him by the succubus before being drained by Chester.

Pity.

Locke thought of the succubus that Chester had drained in reverse, and sighed inwardly. Frankly speaking, he still liked that succubus quite a lot.

"Who are you looking for?" This Xiao Hei cannot be called Xiao Hei, and his age should be around 50 or [-] years old.

Gwen came back to her senses: "Hi, we're here to find Mr. William Blueworth."

Xiao Hei replied, "I am."

Gwen handed the form given by the management office to Bluworth in front of him: "Mr. Breworth, hello, the management office asked us to come here to find..."

Broworth took the list, glanced at it, and raised his head directly: "Where is it?"

"what?"

"Where does it stop?"

"New Amsterdam Hospital."

William Blueworth handed the note to Gwen and said, "Can I do it tomorrow? I have a full schedule in the afternoon."

Gwen nodded, and then handed Mrs. Jones' business card to William Blueworth: "Of course, this is the contact information."

After the latter took it, he handed the business card to the little black next to him.

next second.

William Blueworth looked at Locke: "You are very strange, young man."

Locke looked at William Blueworth, the corners of his mouth raised: "You too."

A thing that is not a hell creature, but has the breath of hell, and it is still the same level as the witch heart demon. If this is not strange, then there is nothing called strange.

"Browworth, William Blueworth!"

"Broughton, Rock Broughton."

Locke and William Blueworth shook hands.

Seeing this, Gwen next to him couldn't help but twitch his eyelids, hesitant to speak.

Shake hands with both hands and let go with one touch.

Looking at Locke's expression, William Blueworth's face became more and more brilliant, but he didn't say a word in a weird way, but said: "Sorry, two, I need to go out and get back It's too late, and the gates of hell will close."

Locke smiled and said, "Please, Mr. Brewers."

William Blueworth nodded, then talked to his assistant a few words, and then walked towards the van parked not far away. After a while, the van followed the strenuous old cow The same thing started, and then left here, went outside, and prepared to pull back the corpse that was going to be pulled back this afternoon.

"What happened just now?"

After William Blueworth left, Gwen couldn't help it anymore, and looked at Locke curiously: "Did you shake hands with Mr. William Blueworth?"

The most important thing.

Gwen looked at the right hand that he put back into his pocket without wiping it after shaking hands, and his eyebrows jumped. This is unscientific. When will Locke shake hands with a dark-skinned person.

and……

It has happened before, but after shaking hands, I will wipe and disinfect my right hand as soon as possible.

But this time?
Locke looked at Gwen, whose face flashed infinite surprise, and the corners of his mouth raised: "Gwen, are you racist?"

"what?"

Gwen recovered and blinked at Locke.

Locke looked serious: "Gwen, you are wrong, we can't discriminate."

Gwen blinked: "I...discriminate?"

what's the situation?
Why did it suddenly come around me?
Gwen thought so, and then, seeing the gradually curved arc on Locke's serious expression, rolled a beautiful white eye, and waved her little pink fist: "What's going on."

"You said I shook hands with him?"

"Well, I understand you."

"what."

Locke laughed, put his pockets in, and walked towards the parking lot not far away: "My habit has not changed."

"..."

Is this an answer?

Gwen froze for a moment, chased after him, took Locke's arm, tried to drag him, and slowed down Locke's speed: "Then why did you shake hands with him? This doesn't conform to your setting."

Locke smiled and said: "My settings have always been like this. He is not black. I shook hands with him. Does it matter?"

Gwen: "Not dark? Are you kidding me?"

Locke shook his head and looked at Gwen: "Think about it, Gwen!"

Dimensional gods have no skin color distinction.

Only love.

After all, as the birds get bigger, there are more forests of all kinds, and it is not surprising that there are more forests that like dark skin.

The William Blueworth that Gwen saw was dark.

but……

What Locke saw was a dimensional god.

To be precise, it is a dimensional god who has lost his own dimension. To put it simply, he is a homeless man who has lost his house and can only live outside.

Therefore, Locke would definitely not want to shake hands with a dark-skinned person.

But and a dimensional god.

Skin color is not a problem, just like the soul merchant Locke saw in New Orleans, what others see is the outside, and Locke talks directly to their essence.

The most important thing.

Even if it is a poorly settled dimensional god, the minimum respect still needs to be given.

Just as capitalists will only help capitalists and will not stand with leeks, this makes sense.

not to mention……

hell?

Locke opened the car door and sat in. Thinking of the power he had just captured, he smiled at Gwen, who was sitting in the co-pilot, and started the car: "Going back to the hospital?"

Gwen glanced at Locke, nodded and hummed, and then, he was thinking about the meaning of what he just said, so much so that he even forgot to think about the reason for the fluff on the back of his hand just now.

This trip was okay.

However, for the time being, it is not yet known whether this shabby dimensional god will be an enemy or a friend.

Locke thought so.

back to the hospital.

After getting out of the car, Gwen got an answer.

"Locke."

"Ok?"

After entering the elevator, Gwen looked at Locke: "Let's go to the psychotherapist sometime."

Still sick!

Gwen thought so, ever since she was kidnapped by the Peerless Assassin, Gwen was a little worried about Locke's mental problems. However, Locke has been in good condition, but, recently, after a trip to New Orleans, he returned , Gwen felt that Locke still needed to see a psychiatrist.

It is possible that the witch tragedy in New Orleans stimulated Locke, so that Locke would say that kind of treatment yesterday, and see Xiao Hei's unusual behavior today.

This is sickness!
Gwen looked at Locke seriously: "I'll accompany you."

Locke looked at Gwen, opened his mouth, and three naughty question marks, one large and one small, jumped out of his head.

Gwen smiled and said, "Think of it as our first counseling for couples?"

Locke raised an eyebrow.

Couples counseling?

In his previous life, Locke watched American dramas and was very curious about this stuff.

but……

The meaning of this thing is not very good.

Locke touched his chin: "Gwen, this thing is only for couples with problems."

Gwen nodded: "Yes, if you don't go, we have a problem."

must go.

Can't delay any longer.

Gwen thought so.

Locke opened his mouth, looked at Gwen with a serious expression, and shrugged: "Okay, it's not bad to play."

After all, he is quite curious about the process.

"correct."

After getting out of the elevator, Locke looked at Gwen: "Don't look for cheap ones, there are no good ones!"

Maybe this sentence is not correct in Dongguo, but in the Federation, the word "high quality and low price" does not exist. You get what you pay for, which is the main theme of the Federation.

poor?

Not even soil.

Listening to Locke's words, Gwen laughed: "Don't worry, I will definitely find a senior psychotherapist who charges $[-] an hour!"

Locke shrugged and said no more.

Back to the ward.

Cindy and Betty and Carrie are playing a card game over there.

Kahn was sitting not far away, as if he was working.

As for Sam?

Sam was still in the master bedroom, holding the right hand of the mummy Jessica, and seemed to be talking, trying, trying to wake up his Sleeping Beauty.

"what?"

After Gwen came back, she took off her coat and looked at the bouquets of flowers on the coffee table: "Has any classmate been here?"

Cindy turned to look at Gwen: "Yes, Helen Zhao and Wanda have been here."

"have they gone?"

"Didn't you meet the one who just left?"

"No."

Gwen shook her head, put the receipt and slip from the cemetery just now on the table in the living room, pressed it with a cup, and then glanced at Jessica and Sam in the master bedroom: "How about it, Jessica?" Is it better?"

"Still Sleeping Beauty."

"Ok."

Gwen didn't know whether to be disappointed or grateful and said, "When will the gauze on Jessica's body be removed? Did you tell me?"

Cindy nodded.

but……

Just when Cindy was about to speak, there were two knocks, and the door was knocked.

Kahn, who was sitting closest to the door, ran to open the door, and was stunned: "Who are you looking for?"

Locke and the others turned their heads to look.

into the eye.

Several soldiers in military uniforms filed in from outside.

……

(End of this chapter)