Chapter 109 Catherine's evaluation of Locke (15, please subscribe)

Locke did not know when Catherine left.

He is very tired.

It's different from having just the right amount of sunshine and gentle rain like with my wife Esme, and it's also different from enjoying the unbridled rainstorm in the open grassland like Natasha.

What to say to Catherine?

It feels like being on a roller coaster.

Moreover, we were riding the legendary roller coaster of death in lightning and thunder weather. If we were not careful, we felt that there was a risk of crashing the car and killing people.

but……

It's all worth it.

Locke lowered his eyes and looked at the various marks on his chest exposed by his open clothes. He recalled what happened on the container last night, and a smile appeared on his lips.

It's just a pity.

Before he could score twice, Catherine could leave quietly.

Are you shy?

Not that much.

Locke blinked, thinking to himself.

Just then.

The sound of a text message message came from the mobile phone placed aside.

Locke came to his senses, grabbed the phone, put one hand on the back of his head, and grabbed the phone with the other, just opening the text message.

The text message was from Catherine.

The opening chapter is clear.

"You're funny, L!"

"..."

When Locke saw the first sentence, the corners of his mouth rose involuntarily again.

But soon.

The smile disappeared from his face.

"Men are all lying creatures. I have seen many men who lie, but I must admit that you are the best liar I have ever seen, L."

"Compared with your ability to lie, Judas is an honest man."

"But your story is interesting, L."

"But there is a fatal flaw in your story."

"Stefan and Damon have no neighbors near their home. Even if they do, they are their servants."

"This story must have been improvised by you."

"..."

Just as Locke scrolled through the text message to the end and just finished reading it, the phone rang.

Catherine's.

Locke's eyebrows twitched, and when he saw Catherine's call, he had the urge to pretend he didn't see it.

It's always embarrassing when a lie is exposed.

Unless that person is shameless.

But Locke is a decent guy.

He wants face.

but……

Locke thought for a few times, and after hesitating whether to answer or not, he finally chose to answer.

"Hello."

"woke up?"

"Um."

Locke spoke softly, holding the pillow in one hand and the phone to his ear in the other, looking at the sky: "When did you leave?"

Catherine had returned to the hotel and had taken a shower. She was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a bath towel and looking towards the container terminal. She said with a smile: "I think about it, it was probably when you said that you really didn't have a drop left, and then you fell asleep." It’s time.”

Locke heard the ridicule in Catherine's words, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"I didn't get enough rest."

God can bear witness.

Before that, he ran into the vampire building and had a battle with the vampire and the blood god.

It was already a lot of effort and energy, and then it was a rush to mount the horse.

The time was tight and the task was heavy. It was actually excusable that Catherine lost in the end.

Again.

Even if he has a strong kidney, he can't stop Catherine from asking for it, even if he doesn't even give her a break.

What's more, his kidneys are really not made of iron.

Right now, Locke felt that his kidneys were aching.

"Okay, my fault." I thought about it and said it again.

Locke took the responsibility on himself without hesitation, and then said in a fight: "But you will definitely lose tonight."

Catherine smiled.

"Sorry, I'm not free tonight."

"Then tomorrow."

"Not tomorrow either."

"The day after tomorrow is fine, I'm free."

Locke has been defeated many times, and his main character is cheeky.

When it comes to chasing girls, hesitation will lead to failure, while decisiveness will create miracles.

but……

Miracles didn't happen.

"I'm leaving New York City today."

"What?"

Locke raised his eyebrows, turned over, and sat up from the container.

"Where to go?"

"Paris."

"bar……"

"Fashion week starts soon."

"..."

Good guy, I dare to go to Paris to buy clothes.

Locke thought to himself and sighed quietly.

"K."

"Um?"

"I thought that after what happened last night, I am in your heart, although maybe it should be more important than clothes."

"Who are you."

Catherine smiled and confirmed that Locke's position in her heart was more important than the clothes she wore. Then she changed the subject and said with a smile on her lips: "But, I can't wear your clothes all the time."

Locke smiled.

"If you want, I..."

"Even if you were willing, I don't think your wife Esme would agree."

"Well……"

"Bye, L."

Catherine smiled and said: "Although you are a better liar than Judah, you are indeed a man. I was very happy last night. If there is a chance, we will meet again."

After saying this.

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Catherine hung up the phone without any hesitation, took out the phone card, looked in the direction of the container terminal, and then pinched the phone card in her hand with her slender fingers.

Not long after.

Fine white powder fell from the fingertips to the ground.

Locke listened to the dead tone on the phone, took back the phone, looked at the number on the screen that had been hung up and didn't speak.

Half a while.

He came back to his senses, smiled and shook his head, and then chose to delete Catherine's phone number that he had just saved a few days ago.

Since K chose to forget each other, then he, L, would not insist on dragging K to support each other.

Because if he did so, his legitimate wife Esme would definitely not let him go.

He was sure.

The look of Esme getting angry...

Hiss!

Locke remembered the scene after Esme got angry in his mind, and he couldn't help but shuddered.

At this moment, a depressed dock security guard patrolled under the container. Hearing the noise coming from above, he looked up and saw Locke, who was naked on the container with a scared expression.

The security guard was stunned at first, then reacted.

"Hey, you, you are not allowed to sleep here..."

"Swish!"

"...Where are you?"

The security guard, who was about to yell that he was not allowed to sleep here, felt a flash in front of his eyes and was stunned again when he saw the empty container.

The next second.

"What the hell!"

"Ah!"

"There is a ghost!"

The security guard was terrified, completely broken, and ran towards the entrance of the dock with a shout.

The wind was strong!

Locke was naked, wearing only trousers and leather shoes, holding his shirt and coat in one hand, and passed the container dock as fast as lightning, his right foot touched the water, and then jumped directly into the small park opposite the dock.

Ten minutes later.

Locke walked out of the park while lowering his eyes and adjusting his cuffs. He calmly came to the roadside and waved to stop a yellow taxi.

"Sentinel Secret Service."

"Okay."

The old white driver seemed very happy. After turning on the meter, he drove towards the Sentinel Secret Service while humming a song.

Happiness is contagious.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Locke, who was still recalling the scene last night and was sad that he might never see Catherine again, was infected by the old white driver's happiness and couldn't help asking the driver why he was so happy.

No matter where, taxi drivers are basically very talkative.

This old white driver is no exception.

He saw Locke start the conversation and smiled, as if he had opened a chatterbox.

"It's because there are fewer homeless people in Manhattan now."

"Uh..."

"You can tell you are an elite at first glance. You may not know how many non-immigrants are competing with us for jobs."

Speaking of non-immigrants, the old white driver was full of indignation.

Because this group of non-immigrants came to New York City, they directly disrupted the labor market in New York City.

When there was no such group of people, it was well known that the salary earned by one person was enough to support a family of five, and even rich.

But since those non-immigrants came, the living standards of local New Yorkers have dropped rapidly.

They scramble for jobs, and even in order to get a job, those people can do it for thirty dollars instead of a job that originally cost one hundred dollars.

The old white driver had suffered from this pain before.

"But the situation seems to have improved recently."

"Several taxi companies in New York City suddenly found that those drivers who were originally good and cheap seemed to have disappeared."

"Not only these black drivers, but also the dishwashers behind the restaurants, it seems that all the homeless people in Manhattan have been driven away in the past month or so."

"Look, the good days seem to be back."

When he said this, the old white driver's joy could not be concealed in any way.

Locke listened to the old white driver's story, thought about it, and didn't have the heart to tell the old white driver that the good days he talked about would probably not last long and would return to the original state.

Before, when the Vampire Building was there, Quinn captured a large number of illegal immigrants, who the New York Police Department would never waste police force on as long as there were no corpses, to create vampires.

Quinn captured all the illegal immigrants to become vampires, and naturally, the cheap jobs occupied by those illegal immigrants would be vacated.

But the illegal immigrants will not end, and even as we speak, there may be an illegal immigrant who has crossed the ocean and completely arrived in New York City.

Give the illegal immigrants some time, and they will grow again like weeds.

But now Quinn is dead, and the Vampire Building has been destroyed. When the time comes, the labor market in New York City will return to its original state.

But...

Be happy for a while.

Locke didn't want to be a spoilsport. After arriving at the Sentinel Special Service Building, he took out a hundred dollars from his pocket and handed it to the old white driver: "No need to change."

The old white driver's eyes lit up: "Thank you, boss."

Locke waved without looking back, got off the car, buttoned up his suit, and walked towards the building in front of him.

Debbie was already waiting at the entrance of the building. When she saw Locke appear, she hurried to meet him.

"Boss, someone from New York SHIELD is coming."

"...Okay."

"..."