Just like what Locke had just guessed.

First of all, Agatha is a witch, and not a saint witch, and it does not exist at all. For the sake of others, I come to find trouble for this demon.

Then, there are only two possibilities.

Either for yourself or for the financial backers behind the scenes.

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

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

so……

Is it difficult to guess the dimension of hell?

Locke did not hide Agatha from her. He briefly explained his speculation, and then looked at Agatha: "So, I guess, right?"

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

Locke smiled...

Just then.

Twist!

Lock looked up at the sky, and a few helicopters had taken off not far away and were rushing toward this place at a rapid speed.

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

Locke shrugged: "I have a gift ready."

Agatha was not talking anymore. With a bang, she turned into an indescribable black mist, and then disappeared from the spot.

hell?

Lock looked up at the sky, feeling the aura of Agatha's intentional display of power, his eyes flashed, and then he bent his knees and disappeared from the spot with a bang.

New Amsterdam Hospital.

Locke walked out of the car and happened to see Gwen who was not far away, as if he had been waiting at the door for a while.

Gwen looked at Locke curiously: "Didn't you always be ahead of us just now? Why are you still lagging behind?"

Lock shrugged, "I wanted to get closer from the Thirty-Two Blocks, but there was a traffic jam there. How about Kenm?"

Gwen came back to his senses: "With the cast and the suspender, Mr. Brian Mills came over, let's go."

Locke looked at the hospital: "Don't you go and have a look?"

Gwen's lips raised slightly: "You want to hear, how did Mr. Brian Mills say Kenme?"

Locke smiled and said, "In fact, yes, I really want to listen."

Gwen rolled his eyes and didn't plan to give Locke this opportunity. He pulled Locke and walked directly to the side that had just stopped: "I don't know how the airport is going."

Locke didn't talk to him.

how's it going?

What else can happen? I'll just hang up.

the next day.

Early in the morning.

Gwen hurriedly opened the phone, and as expected, the news had already come out.

"Last night, at around 9:25, Flight 180 took off from New York's Kennedy International Airport. It was originally planned to fly to Charles de Gaulle Airport in France, but soon after the plane took off, an explosion occurred. The debris of the plane began to rush to the beach in the middle of the night. It is reported that after a night of search, there have been no survivors so far."

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

"For the opportunity to find survivors, the Homeland Security Agency, which took over the case, said it was considered to be minimal and that 287 passengers may all be killed..."

"There are forty students and four teachers from Scardale University in New York. The group of teachers and students originally planned to go to Paris..."

"According to reports, it is reported that several students were expelled from the plane for money to take off the plane for reasons of the incident. However, the details of the matter have not been disclosed. The Bureau of Homeland Security, Transportation Security Bureau and the FBI, and the personnel of the Third Bureau have arrived at the scene to investigate!"

"There were people who witnessed the explosion accident at the airport and nearby Long Island. There were no other planes at that time. Investigators were studying witness confessions, and the explosion debris spread across the sea for several miles in the Atlantic Ocean..."

"Onischet!"

Gwen couldn't help but exclaim, covering his mouth as he looked at the data reported on the TV.

On the second floor, after getting dressed, he walked downstairs and was about to go to Locke at Chester's house. He saw Gwen, who was standing on the other side of the sofa, covering his mouth, shook his head: "It's early morning, is it appropriate to watch this news?"

Gwen looked at Locke with a silence: "There are more than two hundred lives."

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

Otherwise, what else can I say?

The one who killed these people was a demon. From a certain perspective, Locke had already taken over the mission and was about to avenge these people.

And, it's the free one.

Gwen walked over, thought of what happened yesterday, snatched the wine glass that Rock had to grab when she woke up, and looked at Rock: "You knew at that time, otherwise, why would you let Kenm not get on the plane?"

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

Gwen blinked: "So, Texans, is some kind of universal answer?"

Locke shook his head: "No, I am from Texas, and I am an orphan from the Lone Star State. So, an orphan can always have an inexplicable sense of danger coming. Wasn't you the same before?"

Gwen blinked.

Locke poured himself the first morning Borbon and drank it all in one go.

He was an orphan, and he was a Texas native. He was in Texas, which was sparsely populated and had a strong folk custom. If he had not had any ability to see the danger, he would have become a pile of bones.

So, 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, put the newly opened wine together and said, "Just as George and Ms. Hill were concerned about it, this is intuition and evidence that cannot be done."

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

Locke shrugged: "It's possible, 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, I think the report of the Air Death Investigation Bureau will come out soon."

Locke said so, then sorted out his cuffs: "I'm going to Chester. He celebrates his birthday today. I'll send the gifts there. Then, see you in the hospital?"

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

"Need not."

Locke shook his head: "Agatha will be there, and you know that Chester's daughter, and Agatha, are not very good at dealing with it."

This is normal.

After all, Chester's daughter is not Agatha and Chester's daughter. Any daughter who sees her father finds a lover, and this lover is still an old lover, no matter who she feels uncomfortable.

Gwen nodded, "Okay, then, I'm waiting for you in the hospital?"

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

Go to Agatha to learn about the inside story, then find out the reason for this, play the demon of reincarnation in the filthy land, chop him up, and then you can enter the summer vacation mode with Gwen.

It's so pleasant.

Half an hour later.

Chester's home.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

"Locke."

Carrie who opened the door.

Locke looked at Carrie with a small hat on his head and blinked.

Carrie was slightly stunned, took off the little hat on her head, waved it, and smiled, "Little Jack brought it to me just now."

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

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

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

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

"Where is Chester."

“Upstairs, order the restaurant ingredients.”

“Agatha.”

Before he could finish his words, Agatha's voice came out of the backyard: "I'm here, Locke."
To be continued...