Chapter 376： visiting military

cemetery!

hell?

Pretty good match... a ghost.

Locke raised his eyebrows, feeling the breath of **** from the half-opened room, and narrowed his eyes.

Mephisto himself?

its not right.

Is Mephisto's breath so rubbish?

Locke thought so in his heart, feeling the breath of the witch heart demon that was recorded by him, making a comparison.

Older than Witch Heart Demon.

Older than Witch Heart Demon's.

Uh……

Really Mephisto?

at this time.

One was dark skinned, but he looked in good spirits, with bright eyes, wearing a black suit all his life, and a very decent little black walked out of the room.

Not Mephisto.

Locke looked at Xiao Hei, who came out with a hint of hell, and said so in his heart. Mephisto's request to choose a walking skin is very casual, but a black skin is definitely not in Mephisto's choice. .

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

The main points of Locke's knowledge of **** can be said that the succubus told him before he was drained by Chester.

Pity.

Locke remembered the succubus that Chester had drained back, and sighed in his heart. Frankly speaking, he still liked the succubus.

"Who are you looking for?" This Xiao Hei can't be called Xiao Hei. He should be in his 40s or 50s.

Gwen came to his senses: "Hello, we're here to find Mr. William Brewworth."

Xiao Hei replied, "I am."

Gwen handed the list just given by the management office to Blueworth in front of him: "Mr. Blueworth, hello, the management office asked us to come here to find..."

Blueworth took the list, glanced at it, and looked up directly: "Where?"

"what?"

"Where do you stop?"

"New Amsterdam Hospital."

William Brewworth handed the note to Gwen and said, "Is it alright tomorrow, my afternoon schedule is full."

Gwen nodded, then handed Mrs Jones' business card to William Brewworth: "Of course, here's the contact information."

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

next second.

William Brewworth's eyes looked at Locke: "You are very strange, young man."

Locke looked at William Brewworth, and the corners of his mouth rose: "You too."

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

"Bluworth, William Bluworth!"

"Broughton, Rock Broughton."

Locke and William Brewers shook hands.

When Gwen next to him saw this, his eyelids couldn't help beating, and he looked like he was hesitant to speak.

Shake hands with one hand and release it at the touch of a hand.

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

Locke smiled: "Please, Mr. Brewworth."

William Brewworth nodded, then said a few words to his assistant, and then walked towards the van parked not far away. After a while, the van followed the struggling old cow. It started up like this, 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 Brewworth left, Gwen couldn't help but looked at Locke curiously: "Did you shake hands with Mr. William Brewers?"

The most important thing.

After Gwen looked at the handshake, without wiping it, he put his right hand back in his pocket, brows beating, this is unscientific, when will Locke shake hands with a dark-skinned person.

and……

I have had it before, but after shaking hands, I will wipe and disinfect my right hand as soon as possible.

But this time?

Locke looked at Gwen with infinite surprise on his face, and the corners of his mouth rose: "Gwen, do you have race discrimination?"

"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 to me?

Gwen thought so in his heart, and then, looking at the gradually curved arc of Locke's serious expression, he rolled his beautiful eyes and waved his little pink fist: "What the **** is going on."

"You said I shook hands with him?"

"Well, I understand you."

"what."

Locke laughed, put in his pocket, and walked towards the parking lot not far away: "My habits haven't changed."

"..."

Is this an answer?

Gwen was stunned for a moment, chased after him, grabbed Locke's arm, tried to drag, and slowed Locke's speed: "Then why did you shake his hand? It doesn't fit your settings."

Locke smiled and said, "My setting has always been like this. He is not black. Does it have anything to do with me shaking hands with him?"

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

Locke shook his head and looked at Gwen: "For your own sake, Gwen!"

Dimensional gods have no skin color distinction.

Only love.

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

The William Brewworth that Gwen saw was dark.

but……

What Locke saw was a dimensional god.

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

Therefore, Locke would definitely not be willing to shake hands with a black-skinned person.

But with a dimensional god.

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

The most important thing.

Even if it is a dilapidated dimensional god, the least respect still needs to be given.

Just like the capitalists will only help the capitalists and will not stand with the leeks, this is a reason.

not to mention……

hell?

Locke opened the car door, sat in, thinking about the power of capturing the record just now, smiled at Gwen who was sitting in the co-pilot, and started the car: "Go back to the hospital?"

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

It's okay to come this time.

It's just that, for the time being, it is not known whether this defunct dimensional **** will be an enemy or a friend.

Locke thought so.

Back to the hospital.

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

"Locke."

"Ok?"

After getting in the elevator, Gwen looked at Locke: "Go to the psychotherapist sometime."

Still sick!

Gwen thought so in his heart. After being kidnapped by the Peerless Assassin, Gwen was a little worried about Locke's psychological problems. However, Locke has been keeping it well, but, recently, after a trip to New Orleans, after returning , Gwen feels that Locke still needs to see a psychiatrist.

It may be that the witch tragedy in New Orleans stimulated Locke, so much that Locke would talk about that kind of treatment yesterday, and see Xiao Hei's unusual behavior today.

It's sick!

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, "Is it our first couple counseling?"

Locke raised an eyebrow.

Couples counseling?

When Locke was in his previous life, watching American TV series or something, he was very curious about this stuff.

but……

This thing, the meaning 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'll have a problem."

must go.

Can't delay any longer.

Gwen thought so.

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

After all, he was quite curious about this process.

"correct."

Stepping out of the elevator, Locke looked at Gwen: "Don't look for cheap, cheap is not good!"

Maybe this sentence is not correct in Dongguo, but in the Federation, the word is good and cheap, and this word does not exist. What you get for every penny is the main tone of the Federation.

poor?

Not even the soil to eat.

Gwen listened to Locke's words and smiled: "Don't worry, I will definitely find a senior psychotherapist who charges two thousand dollars an hour!"

Locke shrugged and stopped talking.

Back to the ward.

Cindy and Betty and Carrie were playing cards over there.

Kahn sat not far away and seemed to be working.

As for Sam?

Sam was still in the master bedroom, holding the mummy Jessica's right hand, as if he was saying something, trying to find a way to wake his Sleeping Beauty.

"what?"

After Gwen came back, he took off his coat and looked at the bunches of flowers on the coffee table: "Has any classmates been here?"

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

"have they gone?"

"You just left, haven't you met?"

"No."

Gwen shook his head, put the receipt and list 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, Jessie Are you stuck?"

"Still Sleeping Beauty Okay."

Gwen didn't know whether to be disappointed or grateful: "When will the gauze on Jessica's body be removed, did you say?"

Cindy nodded.

but……

Just when Cindy was about to speak, there was a knock on the door.

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

Locke and the others turned to look.

into the eye.

Several soldiers in military uniforms filed out directly from the outside.

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