Chapter 300： new orleans

Is this a planned surprise for me?

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Gwen thought so curiously in her heart, but New Orleans feels pretty good too.

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but……

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Unfortunately not.

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Locke didn't hide it from Gwen, didn't say that he would bring Gwen with him this time, at least, not this time.

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This time, it's a witch story.

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No matter how unparalleled assassins play, the enemies they provoke are ordinary people, so it's no big deal for Gwen to get involved.

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After all, George can, so why can't Gwen.

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But not New Orleans.

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Locke was going to go, yelling "Let go of that witch!" instead of explaining "Gwen, I'm not a witch!" to Gwen.

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"It's Carrie."

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Locke's eyes were clear, and he said to Gwen, "Carrie has a friend in New Orleans. Chester is worried about letting Carrie go there alone, so he intends to let me go over and watch."

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Gwen's eyes widened: "Carrie?"

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Locke nodded.

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George frowned: "Then you ask the police station over there..."

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Locke spread his hands and looked at George helplessly: "George, have we gone out a few times and encountered few troubles? I'm prepared."

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George opened his mouth, then shook his head: "Okay, I'll send you the phone later, when will I go?"

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"the day after tomorrow."

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Locke looked at Gwen and smiled, "Let's go after Christmas, and then, maybe a week or so."

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Just in time to come back without delaying the trip to Canada for skiing.

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After listening to Locke's explanation, Gwen didn't ask too much. After all, it was Locke's business. The most important thing was that Gwen believed in Locke.

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This year's Christmas was unremarkable.

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It was in Gwen's apartment. There was no roast turkey. The turkey was unpalatable. In Helen's words, roasting a turkey, after Christmas, at least a month's worth of turkey burgers.

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Christmas night.

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Boom!

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Boom!

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On Manhattan Island, evolution blooms brightly.

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on the rooftop.

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Locke and Gwen were sitting on a hanging chair on the roof of the apartment.

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The hanging chair is slowly lounging.

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Gwen took Locke's arm, and the scarf-wrapped head rested on Locke's shoulder. He felt a little bit of magic looking at Locke, who seemed to be only in suits, no matter the style of clothes became less and less: "You Is not It Cold?"

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Locke shook his head: "Peace is naturally hot."

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What a joke, he is already a body of steel, although he is the lowest level, but no matter what, if he can't even control his body temperature, can he still be called a body of steel?

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Gwen sat firmly and hammered Locke: "That's calm and natural cooling, you're messing with Eastern culture again."

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For Locke's bad taste, Gwen is a little hard to understand.

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Culture should be used for learning, not for distortion and modification. If it is modified and distorted at will, it is not respect for culture, and disrespect for culture means disrespect for history.

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Locke looked at Gwen with a serious expression and opened his mouth: "Well, my fault."

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Rao is Gwen, and it is very difficult for him to explain to Gwen the difference between abuse and ridicule.

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And, today is Christmas.

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Gwen seemed to think of something: "What is that amulet, have you found it?"

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With his left hand, Locke took out the amulet in the shape of a USB flash drive that Lorraine Broughton should have sent twelve years ago from his pocket: "You said this, no."

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To be precise, he didn't have time to look for it in the past two days.

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He ran off to find the Anila Katz who was going to New Orleans with Carrie tomorrow.

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Anila Katz is dead.

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But Locke is not a psychic. Obviously, what Carrie wants is the murderer who killed Anila Katz, not a corpse. Locke is not interested in Anila Katz's death, but Curious why Anila Katz.

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Carrie wanted Anila Katz's murderer.

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And what Locke wanted was the cause of Anila Katz's death.

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Locke made inquiries in the past two days, and it can be considered that he understands why Carrie and Anila are good friends.

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Without him.

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Anila is literally a copy of Carrie White, the New York version.

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Moreover, ten days ago, several Anila classmates' social main business also seemed to show that Anila Katz seemed to have become a bit weird because of the awakening of the power of the witch.

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Later, during a teacher's home visit, Anila Katz's mother booked a ticket to New Orleans on the first day of the holiday.

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obviously.

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This is a sad story.

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Gwen smiled slightly, as if thinking of what happened tomorrow, looked at Locke: "Go to New Orleans tomorrow, do you need me to accompany you?"

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Locke looked at Gwen, who was leaning on his shoulder and talking casually, and smiled: "Of course there is no problem, Carrie is just worried about whether her friend has an accident, but it shouldn't be a big problem, just right, we went there, already Playing in New Orleans for a few days, I'm booking now."

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said.

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Locke took out his phone and prepared to place an order.

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Gwen rolled his eyes and stopped Locke: "I'm joking, grandpa and grandma are coming over tomorrow, I'm very busy, you can go alone."

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Locke shrugged.

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In fact, Gwen can go, it's great, then let the witch Roko and the witch Syndra accompany you directly.

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Even if the situation collapsed, Locke felt that he had a way to suppress it.

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the next day.

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Locke came to Carrie's door early in the morning.

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Almost as soon as Locke's vehicle arrived here, Carrie opened the door, carried her backpack, opened the door, and sat on it.

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Very impatient.

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Seeing this, Locke shook his head, but didn't say anything. He started the car, and then, the car roared and drove towards JFK International Airport.

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Eight o'clock in the morning.

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Locke and Carrie caught the earliest flight from JFK in New York to Louis Amsterdam International Airport in New Orleans.

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"Good morning, Mr. Broughton."

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"Good morning, Miss Chester."

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In the first class, the service quality of the flight attendants is still much higher than that of the economy class. They brought slippers and even bourbons.

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Carrie looked at Locke, who smiled and took the bourbon, and was amazed. However, looking at the normal expression of the flight attendant, she also tentatively asked, "Can you give me that glass of wine?"

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The answer is naturally yes.

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Locke looked at Carrie from the side: "Do you see anyone else in first class?"

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Carrie looked around, and it seemed that she and Locke were the only ones.

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Locke shrugged: "From a certain point of view, I have packed the first class cabin, which is equivalent to my private space, and in terms of private space, drinking alcohol is not a violation of the prohibition of being under the age of 21 in public places. Drinking rules are in place."

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Carrie was stunned.

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Of course.

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This method is a good one, but it is a bit expensive.

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If it weren't for the fact that Locke made some extra money some time ago, I'm afraid he would have hesitated when he came out like this.

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but……

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Enjoy is really enjoy.

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When the plane landed, Locke didn't feel any fatigue or discomfort at all, but when he picked up the car, he encountered a little trouble.

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"Rock Broughton?"

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"Yes."

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Locke looked at a patrolman who suddenly came out from not far away after he took the key, and raised his eyebrows: "Officer, is something wrong?"

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Seeing that Locke nodded and admitted, the patrolman got out of the car, took out his equipment, and looked at Locke with a smile: "I don't mind, let's test the alcohol."

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Locke raised his eyebrows.

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The result of the test was, of course, no alcohol.

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Upon seeing this, the patrolman's expression was also very calm, he put away his equipment, and returned Locke's driver's license: "I wish you a happy life, sir."

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Locke smiled and said, "You too, officer."

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boarding.

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Launch.

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Carrie, who was in the co-pilot, came to her senses and blinked: "Just now..."

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Locke laughed: "My little game with George."

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Carrie: "..."

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After seeing Locke drive away, the patrolman over there took out his mobile phone and turned on his immediate boss. Then, his boss called George, who was holding his youngest daughter at home.

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"what?"

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When George listened to the phone call from New Orleans' good friend, he was shocked: "It's impossible."

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Gwen, who was in the dining room, raised his head, ran into the living room with a bang, and then looked at George nervously, as if asking, what happened to Locke.

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George glanced at his daughter's face, and nodded into the phone. After hanging up, he touched his chin: "This is not right."

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Gwen was about to cry: "Dad."

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George raised his head and took a deep breath: "Did this wild boar know that I would do this, so didn't he drink a drop of wine on the plane?"

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"what?"

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"Damn it, I thought I could catch the loophole of that wild boar."

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"……dad!"

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Gwen reacted, and then his face darkened instantly. He looked at George who was performing extremely exaggeratedly in front of him, stomped his feet, called for support outside the field, and looked at Helen over there: "Mom, look at Dad."

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said.

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Gwen looked at George very seriously, and folded his arms: "Dad, Locke only told you that he trusted you, but you took Locke's trust as an opportunity to stab him, which is not good."

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not angry.

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The trumpet already exists.

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George thought so in his heart, looked at the trumpet in his arms, then raised his head and smiled at Gwen who was angry and stomping his feet. It was obvious that he turned into a Locke-shaped Gwen.

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Helen over there raised her head and said, "Don't worry, Locke won't care about your father? Locke doesn't care. You help Locke to complain about what your father is doing."

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George nodded: "Look at your mother..."

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Paused.

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George reacted: "Let's put it the other way around What do you mean, Locke doesn't care about me, it's obviously me..."

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Helen came over, beat Andy violently from George's arms, gave George a roll of eyes, and said to Gwen, "When your father and grandfather played like this, I didn't do this to you, standing in front of Chi Guoguo. George's side, man, some of his own little games are normal, just don't go too far."

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Gwen opened her mouth, looking at the writing on her face, she was so nervous, she just waited for Helen, who went to the city hall at the age of eighteen after the Chinese New Year, and then looked at George.

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The next second.

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Gwen stomped and turned around: "I went back to my room to read."

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George: "..."

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Helen: "..."

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