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Chapter 530 Agatha and Snow White

It is the same as what Locke just speculated.

First of all, Agatha is a witch, and she is not a holy witch. There is no reason to trouble this demon for others.

Then, there are only two possibilities.

Either for himself, or for the benefactor behind the scenes.

The former is also unlikely, so only the latter is left. It is the dimension behind Agatha, which requires Agatha to do so.

And what the attributes of this demon look like, Locke is clear.

and so……

Dimension of hell, hard to guess?

Locke didn't hide anything from Agatha either, and briefly stated his conjecture, and then looked at Agatha: "So, I guessed it, right?"

Agatha lowered her head and laughed, then looked up, looking at Locke with a faint smile on his face: "Yes."

Locke smiled. . .

at this time.

Chu Chu Chu!
Locke looked up at the sky, and in the sky, not far away, several helicopters had already taken off and were rushing here quickly.

Agatha also looked up at the helicopter that was rushing here, and looked at Locke: "Let's go, tomorrow is Chester's birthday, don't forget."

Locke shrugged: "I've already prepared a gift."

Agatha stopped talking, and with a bang, she turned into an inexplicable black mist on the spot, and then disappeared on the spot.

hell?

Locke looked up at the sky, feeling the aura of strength that Agatha deliberately showed, his eyes flickered for a while, then, also kneeling, disappeared in place with a bang in an instant.

In New Amsterdam Hospital.

Locke got out of the car, just in time, and saw Gwen who seemed to be waiting at the door for a while not far away.

Gwen looked at Locke curiously: "Didn't you just keep ahead of us, why are you still behind?"

Locke shrugged and said, "I wanted to take a shortcut from the 32nd block, but there was a traffic jam there. How is Kem?"

Gwen came back to her senses: "Plaster and suspenders are on, and Mr. Brian Mills is here, let's go."

Locke went to the hospital: "Why don't you go up and have a look?"

The corner of Gwen's mouth raised slightly: "Do you want to hear, how Mr. Brian Mills said about Kem?"

Locke smiled: "Actually, yes, I really want to hear it."

Gwen rolled her eyes and didn't intend to give Locke this chance. She pulled Locke and walked directly towards the R8 that had just parked: "I don't know what's going on at the airport."

Locke didn't speak.

How's it going?

What else can I do? Hang up.

the next day.

Early in the morning.

Gwen hurriedly turned on the phone, and sure enough, the news had already come out.

"Last night, at around 25:[-], Flight [-] took off from New York's Kennedy International Airport. It was originally planned to fly to France's Charles de Gaulle Airport. However, shortly after the plane took off, there was an explosion, and the plane was fragmented. In the middle of the night, They began to wash up on the beach, and it is reported that after a night of searching work, so far, there are no survivors."

"The fuel of the plane is still burning on the sea, and the water police officers and the navy are still searching at sea..."

"As for the chance of finding survivors, the Department of Homeland Security, which took over the case, said that it thinks it is very small. The 280 seven passengers may all be killed..."

"Among them are forty students and four teachers from Scardale College in New York. The teachers and students originally planned to go to Paris..."

"According to reports, it is reported that several students were expelled from the plane before the plane took off. However, the details of the incident have not been disclosed. The Department of Homeland Security, the Transportation Security Administration, and the FBI have arrived at the scene to investigate! "

"There were people at the airport and nearby Long Island who witnessed the explosion. There were no other aircraft in the sky above the accident. Investigators are studying witness statements. Debris from the explosion was scattered for miles across the Atlantic Ocean..."

"Onishet!"

Looking at the data broadcast on the TV, Gwen couldn't help but exclaimed and covered her mouth.

On the second floor, after getting dressed and walking down, Locke, who was about to go to Chester's house, saw Gwen downstairs, standing by the sofa, covering his mouth, and shook his head: "It's early in the morning, look at this News, is it appropriate?"

Gwen looked at Locke with a swish: "There are more than 200 lives."

Locke hummed and walked towards the bar: "It's a pity."

How else can I say it?
Those who killed these people were demons. From a certain point of view, Locke had already accepted the task, and he wanted to avenge these people.

Also, it's free.

Gwen walked over, thinking about what happened yesterday, snatched the wine glass that Locke would grab when he woke up, and looked at Locke: "You knew at the time, otherwise, why would you tell Kem not to get on the plane. "

Locke shrugged and retrieved the wine glass from Gwen: "I'm from Texas."

Gwen blinked. "So, Texans, some kind of catch-all answer?"

Locke shook his head: "No, I'm from Texas, and I'm also an orphan in the Lone Star State, so an orphan can always have an inexplicable sense of danger, isn't it the same before you?"

Gwen blinked.

Locke poured himself the first bourbon of the morning and drank it down.

He is an orphan, and he is still a Texan. In Texas, where the land is sparsely populated and the people are tough, if he didn't have the ability to perceive danger, he would have become a pile of bones.

Therefore, this explanation is very reasonable.

At least, Gwen is not from Texas, and she can't find a reason to refute this anyway.

"but……"

Locke put the wine glass into the sink, reclosed the freshly opened wine and said, "It's the same as George and Ms. Hill's scruples. This is intuition, and cannot be proved."

Gwen was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the news broadcast on TV: "Maybe, we should have stopped that plane at that time."

Locke shrugged: "It is possible to do this, but if there is no explosion, neither George nor Ms. Hill are willing to face the consequences."

"What about now?"

"Who knows, according to the report of the Air Accident Investigation Bureau, it is estimated that it will come out soon."

Locke said so, and then straightened his cuffs: "I went to Chester's side, he celebrates his birthday today, I will send the gift there, and then, see you at the hospital?"

"Don't you want me to go with you?"

"Need not."

Locke shook his head: "Agatha will be there too, as you know, Chester's daughter, and Agatha, don't get along very well."

This is normal.

After all, Chester's daughter is not the daughter of Agatha and Chester. Any daughter who sees her father and finds a lover, and this lover is an old lover, anyone will feel uncomfortable of.

Gwen nodded: "Okay, then, I'll wait for you in the hospital?"

Locke hummed, grabbed the car keys, and walked out of the house.

Go to Agatha to find out the inside story, and then, for some unknown reason, find the demon who played the reincarnation of the dirt, chop him up, and then, you can enter the summer vacation mode with Gwen.

Delicious.

After half an hour.

Chester's home.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Locke."

Carrie opened the door.

Locke stared at Carrie, who was wearing a little hat on her head, and blinked.

Carrie was slightly taken aback, took off the little hat on her head, waved it, and said with a smile, "Just now, Little Jack brought it to me."

Little Jack, the son of Chester's daughter, is also ten years old this year.

Locke hummed and looked towards the empty living room: "Where are they?"

Carrie shrugged: "I just left, saying that I don't want to disturb Chester. In the evening, she invited Chester to dinner alone."

Locke nodded. To put it bluntly, he just didn't want to be together with Agatha.

"Where's Chester?"

"Upstairs, order the ingredients for the restaurant."

"Agatha."

Before she finished speaking, Agatha's voice came from the backyard: "I'm here, Locke."

Locke smiled, handed the gift in his hand to Carrie, said something, then took off his coat, hung it on the coat rack beside him, walked into the yard, and saw, Aga Sarah was fiddling with a doll.

This doll looks similar to Chester's daughter.

Locke walked over, looked at Agatha who was holding a doll in one hand and a steel needle in the other, who seemed to be eager to try, and said with a smile: "So you are Francesco."

Agatha said without looking back, "I don't think she is Snow White!"

Francesco, the evil stepmother of Snow White.

As Agatha said, she shook her head, put away the doll in her hand, looked at Locke who sat down in front of her, snapped her fingers with her right hand, and with a bang, two glasses of drinks appeared directly in front of her.

Locke lowered his head, looked at the drink in front of him, and took a sip: "It's delicious."

"and then?"

"No then."

Locke shrugged and put down the drink in front of him: "I'm not really good at wine, but I just have a soft spot for bourbon. Other wines have the same taste in my mouth."

Agatha laughed: "Didn't you just say that I am Francesco, this is the rum that Francesco asked the magic mirror and found the best sugarcane, I thought you drank it."

Locke raised his eyebrows and looked at Agatha.

Good guy.

I'm talking about Francesco in the fairy tale, but you're lucky, you just made a real version out of it.

but……

"Francesco, it shouldn't be from our world."

"Ah."

Agatha nodded: "It's not from this world, that is, when I was on a business trip, I met there. Speaking of it, it has passed, almost 100 years ago."

Locke smiled and said, "I didn't know that you had been on business trips to other worlds."

Agatha smiled slyly: "I have been to Texas in another world, and I have also met Clark Kent. Guess who he looks like in my eyes."

Locke: "..."

(End of this chapter)