A Certain Marvel Super Player

cemetery!

hell?

A perfect match...what a ghost.

Locke raised his eyebrows, feeling the breath of hell coming from the half-opened room, and squinted his eyes.

Mephisto himself?

its not right.

Is Mephisto's aura so rubbish?

Locke thought this in his mind, feeling the aura of the Witch's Heart Demon that he had recorded, and comparing it.

Older than the inner witch.

Older than Witch Heart Demon's.

Well……

Really Mephisto?

at this time.

A dark-skinned guy who seemed to be in good spirits, with piercing eyes, and dressed in a black suit, walked out of the room.

Not Mephisto.

Locke looked at Xiao Hei who came out with a trace of the aura of hell, and said in his heart, Mephisto's request to choose a walking skin is very arbitrary, but a dark-skinned skin is definitely not among Mephisto's choices. .

Locke heard this from the succubus who hung out with Chester back then.

It can be said that the key points of Locke's knowledge about hell were all told to him by the succubus before he was drained by Chester.

Pity.

Locke thought of the succubus that was sucked dry by Chester, and he sighed inwardly. Frankly speaking, he quite liked that succubus.

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

Gwen came back to her senses: "Hello, we are here to see Mr. William Brewworth."

Xiao Hei replied: "I am."

Gwen handed the list just given by the management office to Brewworth in front of her: "Hello, Mr. Brewworth, the management office asked us to come here to look for..."

Brewworth took the order, glanced at it, and raised his head: "Where is it?"

"ah?"

"Where to stop?"

"New Amsterdam Hospital."

William Brewworth handed the note to Gwen and said, "Can you do it tomorrow? My time in the afternoon is full."

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

After the latter took it, he handed the business card to Xiao Hei next to him.

The next second.

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

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

A thing that is not a hell creature, but has the aura of hell, and it is still the same aura as the Witch Heart Demon. If this is not called strange, then nothing is called strange.

"Brewworth, William Brewworth!"

"Broughton, Locke Broughton."

Locke shook hands with William Brewworth.

When Gwen next to her saw this, her eyelids couldn't help but twitch, and she looked like she was hesitant to speak.

The hands shake hands and loosen at the first touch.

The expression on William Brewworth's face became brighter and brighter when he looked at Locke, but he strangely didn't say a word, but said: "Sorry, you two, I need to go out and get back." If it's too late, the door of hell will be closed."

Locke smiled and said: "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. He started the same thing, then left here and went outside, preparing to pull back the body that would be pulled back this afternoon.

"What just happened?"

After William Brewworth left, Gwen couldn't help it anymore and looked at Locke curiously: "Did you shake hands with Mr. William Brewworth?"

The most important thing.

Gwen looked at the handshake and put her right hand back into her pocket without wiping it off. Her eyebrows skipped a beat. This was unscientific. When would Locke shake hands with dark-skinned people?

and……

It has happened before, but after shaking hands, I will wipe and disinfect my right hand as soon as possible.

But this time?

Locke looked at Gwen, whose face flashed with infinite surprise, and the corners of his mouth raised: "Gwen, do you have breed discrimination?"

"ha?"

Gwen came to her senses and blinked at Locke.

Locke's expression was serious: "Gwen, it's wrong of you to do this. We can't discriminate."

Gwen blinked: "I...discriminate?"

what's the situation?

Why did it suddenly come to me?

Gwen thought in her heart, and then, looking at the gradually curved arc on Locke's serious expression, she rolled her eyes beautifully and waved her little pink fist: "What the hell is going on."

"You said I shook hands with him?"

"Well, I know you."

"ha."

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

"..."

Is this an answer?

Gwen was stunned for a moment, then chased after him, holding Locke's arm, trying to drag Locke down and slowing him down: "Then why did you shake hands with him? This is not in line with your setting."

Locke smiled and said: "My setting has always been like this. He is not dark-skinned. Does it matter if I shake hands with him?"

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

Locke shook his head and looked at Gwen: "It's for your own sake, Gwen!"

There is no color distinction among Dimension Gods.

Only love.

After all, as the birds grow older, it is not surprising that there are more forests that like dark skin in any forest.

The William Brewworth that Gwen saw was dark-skinned.

but……

What Locke saw was a dimensional god.

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

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

But with a dimensional god.

Color is not a problem, just like the soul merchant Locke saw in New Orleans, others see the outside, but Locke speaks directly to their essence.

The most important thing.

Even if it is a broken Dimension God, the minimum respect still needs to be given.

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

not to mention……

hell?

Locke opened the car door and sat in. Thinking about the power of the record he had just captured, he smiled at Gwen who got into the passenger seat and started the car: "Go back to the hospital?"

Gwen glanced at Locke, nodded, and then, thinking about the meaning of what she just said, she even forgot to think about the reason why the hair on the back of her hand suddenly grew.

This trip was okay.

However, it is not yet known whether this broken Dimension God will be an enemy or a friend.

Locke thought in his mind.

Back to the hospital.

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

"Locke."

"Um?"

After entering the elevator, Gwen looked at Locke: "Let's go to the psychotherapist sometime."

Still sick!

Gwen was thinking in her heart. Ever since she was kidnapped by the Peerless Assassin, Gwen had been worried about Locke's psychological problems. However, Locke had been keeping well. However, recently, after returning from a trip to New Orleans, , Gwen felt that Locke still needed to see a psychiatrist.

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

This is a disease!

Gwen looked at Locke seriously: "I'll go with you."

Locke looked at Gwen, opened his mouth, and three naughty question marks, one large and one small, popped up on his head.

Gwen smiled and said, "Just think of it as our first couple's counseling?"

Locke raised an eyebrow.

Couples counseling?

In Locke's previous life, he was very curious about this thing while watching American TV series.

but……

The implication of this thing 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 will have a problem."

must go.

It can't be delayed any longer.

Gwen thought in her heart.

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

After all, he is quite curious about this process.

"correct."

After walking out of the elevator, Locke looked at Gwen: "Don't look for cheap ones, cheap ones are not good!"

Maybe this sentence is not correct in the Eastern Kingdom, but in the Federation, the word "good quality and low price" does not exist. You get what you pay for, which is the main tone of the Federation.

Poor?

Not even dirt is worthy of eating.

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

Locke shrugged and stopped talking.

Return to the ward.

Cindy was playing card games there with Betty and Carrie.

Kahn was sitting not far away, seemingly working.

As for Sam?

Sam was still in the master bedroom, holding the right hand of the mummy Jessica, seeming to be saying something, trying to find a way to wake up his sleeping beauty.

"Huh?"

After Gwen came back, she took off her coat and looked at the bouquets of flowers on the coffee table: "Have any classmates been here?"

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

"have they gone?"

"Didn't you meet the one who left just now?"

"No."

Gwen shook her head, put the receipt and slip from the cemetery she just went to on the living room table, pressed it with a cup, and then glanced at Jessica and Sam in the master bedroom: "How are you, Jess?" Is the stuck feeling better?"

"Still Sleeping Beauty."

"All right."

Gwen didn't know whether to be disappointed or thankful: "Did you say when the gauze on Jessica's body can be removed?"

Cindy nodded.

but……

Just when Cindy was about to speak, there were two knocks on the door.

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

Locke and others turned to look.

Enter the eyes.

Several soldiers in military uniforms filed in directly from outside.

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