Is this a surprise I plan to give me?

Gwen thought curiously, but New Orleans also looked pretty good.

but……

Unfortunately, it's not.

Locke did not hide it from Gwen, and did not mean that he would take Gwen over this time, at least, this time it would not work.

This time it's a witch story.

No matter how much the Wushuang Assassin plays, the enemies he provokes are all from ordinary people, so it is no big deal to get involved.

After all, George can do it, why can't Gwen?

But New Orleans can't do it.

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

"It's Carrie."

Rock's eyes were clear and he said to Gwen: "Carry has a friend in New Orleans. Chester was worried about letting Carrie go there alone, so he planned to let me go over and watch some."

Gwen widened his eyes: "Carrie?"

Locke nodded.

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

Locke spread his hands and looked at George helplessly: "George, have we encountered few troubles these days? I am prepared for any trouble."

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

"the day after tomorrow."

Rock looked at Gwen and smiled, "Go after Christmas, then, about a week."

It just so happened that I would not delay skiing in Canada when I came back.

After hearing Locke talk about the reason, Gwen did not ask too much about it. After all, that was Locke's business, and the most important thing was that Gwen believed Locke.

This year's Christmas is pretty dull.

I lived in Gwen's apartment, and there was no roasted turkey. The turkey was so unpalatable. In Helen's words, roasting a turkey will take at least one month's turkey burger after Christmas.

Christmas evening.

Dong!

Dong!

On Manhattan Island, evolution is shining brightly.

On the rooftop.

Locke and Gwen sat on a hanging chair on the rooftop of the apartment.

The hanging chair is slowly and leisurely.

Gwen held one of Rock's arms, leaned against Rock's shoulders with a scarf, and looked at Rock's who were wearing one's arms, looking at Rock's suits with fewer and fewer clothes, as if they were just a suit: "Aren't you cold?"

Locke shook his head: "The heart is calm and naturally hot."

What a joke, he is all a body of steel. Although he is at the lowest level, no matter what, if he can't even control his body temperature, can he still be called a body of steel?

Gwen sat down and hammered Rock: "That means calmness and naturally coolness, you are using Eastern Culture again."

Gwen was a little difficult to understand Locke's evil realm.

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 not respecting culture means disrespect for history.

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

Even if it was Gwen, it would be difficult for him to explain the difference between being useless and making fun of Gwen.

And, today is Christmas.

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

Locke took out the USB-shaped amulet from his pocket with his left hand Lorraine Broughton should have sent him twelve years ago: "You said this, no."

To be precise, he hasn't had time to look for it these two days.

He ran to find the Anila Katz whom he was going to New Orleans with Carrie tomorrow.

Anila Kaz is dead.

But Locke is not a psychic. Obviously, what Carrie wants is the murderer who killed Anila Kaz, not a corpse. Locke is not interested in Anila Kaz's death, but is very curious about why it is Anila Kaz.

What Carrie wants is Anila Kaz's murderer.

What Locke wants is the cause of Anila Kaz's death.

Locke has checked it out in the past two days and has also found out why Carrie and Anila are good friends.

Nothing else.

Anila is simply a replica of Carrie White, the New York version.

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

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

Obviously.

This is a sad story.

Gwen smiled slightly, as if thinking about tomorrow's events, and looked at Locke: "Do you need me to go with you tomorrow?"

Lock looked at Gwen who was leaning against his shoulder and talking casually, and smiled: "Of course it's okay. Carrie is just worried that something has happened to her friend, but the problem shouldn't be big. Just so happens that we went there and have been playing in New Orleans for a few days. I'll book tickets now."

Said.

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

Gwen rolled his eyes and stopped Locke: "I'm joking. Grandpa and grandma are coming tomorrow. I'm very busy. You can go alone."

Lock shrugged.

In fact, Gwen can go, it’s amazing, so just let the witch Luoke and the witch Xindra accompany you.

Even if the situation collapsed, Locke felt that he could suppress it.

the next day.

Rock arrived at Carrie's doorstep early in the morning.

Carrie opened the door almost when Rock's vehicle arrived here, carried her backpack, opened the door, and sat in it.

It's very impatient.

Seeing this, Locke shook his head, but said nothing, and started the car, and then the sound of the car roared and headed towards the Kennedy International Airport.

At 8 o'clock in the morning.

Rock and Carrie caught the earliest flight from New York Kennedy to New Orleans Louis Amsterdam International Airport.

"Good morning, Mr. Broughton."

"Good morning, Ms. Chester."

In the first class, the service quality of the flight attendant was still much higher than that of the economy class. She brought slippers and even brought Bourbon.

Carrie looked at Locke who smiled and took Bourbon and felt amazing. However, looking at the flight attendant's normal expression, she also asked tentatively: "Can you give me that glass of wine?"

The answer is of course yes.

Locke looked over to Carrie: "See, are there anyone else in the first class?"

Carrie looked around, as if she and Locke were the only ones.

Locke shrugged: "From a certain perspective, if I packaged the first class, it is equivalent to my private space. For private space, drinking is not considered a violation of the regulations that drinking in public is not allowed to drink in public under the age of twenty-one."

Carrie was stunned.

Of course.

This is a good solution, it is a bit expensive.

If Locke hadn't made extra money some time ago, I'm afraid that if he had made such a deal, he would have hesitated.

but……

Enjoy is real enjoyment.

When the plane landed, Locke was not tired or uncomfortable at all, but when picking up the car, he encountered a little trouble.

"Locke Broughton?"

"Yes."

Lock looked at the patrolman who suddenly came out from a distance after he took the key and raised his eyebrows: "Official, is there anything wrong?"

Seeing Locke nodding and admitting, the patrolman got out of the car, took out the equipment, and looked at Locke with a smile: "Don't mind, just test the alcohol."
To be continued...