Chapter 529： Agatha and Snow White

Just as Locke had just speculated.

First of all, Agatha is a witch, and she is not a holy witch. It doesn't exist at all. For the sake of others, she came to find the reason for this devil to trouble you.

Then, there are only two possibilities.

Either for themselves, or for the financial master behind the scenes.

The former is also unlikely, so the latter is left. It is the dimension behind Agatha, and Agatha needs to do this.

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

so……

Hell dimension, hard to guess?

Locke didn't hide Agatha, he briefly explained his speculation, and then looked at Agatha: "So, I guessed it, right?"

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

Locke smiled. .

at this time.

Chu Chu Chu!

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

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 it."

Locke shrugged: "I've got a gift ready."

Agatha didn't speak anymore, and with a bang, she turned into a black fog that was indescribable, and then disappeared in place.

hell?

Locke looked up at the sky, feeling the breath of Agatha's deliberately displayed strength, his eyes flickered, and then, he also bent his knees, and disappeared in place with an instant bang.

New Amsterdam Hospital.

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

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

Locke shrugged and said, "I wanted to take a short cut from the thirty-second block, but there was a traffic jam over there. How is Kem?"

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

Locke went to the hospital: "Aren't you going to have a look?"

Gwen's mouth rose slightly: "Do you want to hear what Mr. Brian Mills said about Kem?"

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

Gwen rolled his eyes and didn't intend to give Locke this chance. He took Locke and walked directly to 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 can I do, hang up.

the next day.

Early in the morning.

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

"Last night, around 9:25, flight 180 took off from New York's JFK International Airport and was scheduled to head to Charles de Gaulle Airport in France, but shortly after take-off, there was an explosion, debris from the plane, and in the middle of the night. At that time, it began to wash up on the beach, and it is reported that after a night of search work, so far, there are no survivors."

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

"As for the chance to find survivors, the Department of Homeland Security, which took over this case, said that it believes that it is very small, and all 287 passengers may have been killed..."

"Among them were forty students and four teachers from Scardale College in New York, who had planned to go to Paris..."

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

"At the airport and nearby Long Island, there were people who witnessed the explosion accident. There were no other planes in the sky at the time of the accident. Investigators were studying eyewitness accounts. The explosion debris was scattered over several miles of the Atlantic Ocean..."

"Oneshot!"

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

On the second floor, I got dressed, walked down, and was about to go to Locke at Chester's house. I saw Gwen downstairs, standing over the sofa, covering his mouth, and shook his head: "In the morning, look at this news, right?"

Gwen looked at Locke with a snort: "More than two hundred lives."

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

What else can I say?

It was the devil who killed these people. From a certain point of view, Locke has already taken over the task, and he is going to avenge these people.

Also, it's free.

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

Locke shrugged and retrieved the glass from Gwen's hand: "I'm Texan."

Gwen blinked. "So, Texan, is it some kind of answer?"

Locke shook his head: "No, I'm from Texas, and I'm still an orphan in the Lone Star State, so an orphan can always have an inexplicable sense of danger. Before you, didn't you?"

Gwen blinked.

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

He is an orphan, and he is also a Texan. In Texas, a sparsely populated area with strong folk customs, if he didn't have any similar ability to see danger, he would have been a pile of bones.

So, this explanation is very reasonable.

At the very least, Gwen wasn't from Texan, and she couldn't find a reason to argue against that anyway.

"but……"

Locke put the wine glass in the sink, put the wine back together and said, "Just like what George and Ms. Hill were scruples, this is intuition and cannot be done as evidence."

Gwen was stunned for a moment and looked at the news broadcast on TV: "Maybe, we should have stopped that plane."

Locke shrugged: "It can be done, but if there is no explosion, the consequences are something that neither George nor Ms. Hill are willing to face."

"What about now?"

"Who knows, looking at the report of the Air Crash Investigation Bureau, it is estimated that it will come out soon."

Locke said so, and then tidied up his cuffs: "I went to Chester. He is celebrating his birthday today. I will send the gift there. Then, see you at the hospital?"

"Don't you want me to accompany you?"

"No need to."

Locke shook his head: "Agatha will also be there, you know, Chester's daughter, and Agatha, don't really deal with it."

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 still an old lover, will feel uncomfortable in her heart. of.

Gwen nodded: "Well, 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 find out the devil who played the reincarnation of the dirt for some unknown reason, chop him up, and then you can enter the summer vacation mode with Gwen.

Delicious.

After half an hour.

Chester's home.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

"Locke."

Carrie who opened the door.

Locke stared at Carrie with a small hat on her head and blinked.

Carrie was stunned for a moment, then took off the little hat on her head, swung it around, and said with a smile, "Little Jack brought it to me just now."

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

Locke snorted and looked at the empty living room: "Where are they?"

Carrie shrugged: "Just left, she said she would not disturb Chester. In the evening, she invited Chester to dinner alone."

Locke nodded and said plainly, he just didn't want to be with Agatha.

"Where's Chester?"

"Upstairs, order the ingredients for the restaurant."

"Agatha."

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

Locke smiled, handed the gift that he had pulled to Carrie, said a word, then took off his coat, hung it on the coat rack beside him, walked into the yard, and saw Aga Sha is fiddling with a doll in her hand.

The doll, in appearance, was about the same as Chester's daughter.

Locke walked over and looked at Agatha, who was holding a doll in one hand and a steel needle in the other. He seemed 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, Snow White's vicious stepmother.

As Agatha said, she shook her head, put away the doll in her hand, and looked at Locke who was sitting down in front of her. With a snap of her fingers on her right hand, with a thud, two cups 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."

"Then what?"

"No then."

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

Agatha laughed: "Didn't you just say I'm Francesco This is when Francesco asked the magic mirror and found the best sugar cane and brewed it Where's the rum, I thought, you've had it."

Locke raised his eyebrows to look at Agatha.

good guy.

I'm talking about Francesco in fairy tales. You're better off, you just made a real-life version.

but……

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

"Ok."

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

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

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

Locke: "..."