On Sunday morning in London, a roadside restaurant was open normally. There were not too many people in the restaurant, but some people were dining on their seats, and some were sitting on the long bar drinking hot tea. The waiter was holding coffee

Pots and black tea are served to each customer, and he stops to chat with familiar customers from time to time. The atmosphere in the restaurant is slow and cozy.

Two children who were packing sandwiches were fighting and laughing in the long and narrow restaurant, which ruined the atmosphere. The waitress couldn't help shouting: "Hey! Hey! Hey! Gentlemen, please be quiet."

The two children stopped and stood and looked at each other. After the aunt turned around, the older child twisted his butt and knocked the child down. The child fell on the side of a middle-aged man's chair. The middle-aged man hurriedly reached out to support the child. The child stood

Okay, as if I had done something bad, I apologized with a restrained expression: "I'm sorry, sir."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter, but the restaurant is not a place for fighting."

"Yes, sir." The child nodded.

The waiter said: "Boys, your breakfast is ready."

The eldest child stepped forward and took the paper bag, and walked towards the restaurant door with the child one behind the other.

A bald man in his fifties with a big belly sitting on a bar chair slowly folded the newspaper and reached out to stop the child. He looked at the child with a smile: "I'll treat you to breakfast."

The child was a little nervous, shook his head, turned to look at the older child, and cast a look for help.

The eldest child stood at the door and said nothing, as if waiting for the child to come over on his own.

The aunt noticed something unusual and said from the side: "John?"

The man named John glanced at the child's right pants pocket: "I found he was hungry, right?"

Is that right? It was the child who asked. The child nodded in response to the question. John smiled with satisfaction and pushed the bar chair next to him to let the child sit on it. At this time, the older child quietly left the restaurant.

John ordered a serving of milk and hot dogs, then took out five bills from his coat pocket and placed them in front of the child. The child did not dare to move, so John explained: "I want to buy the wallet in the right pocket of your pants."

The child hesitated for a moment and took out the wallet from his right pants pocket. John took the wallet, threw it on the ground without looking at it, and asked, "What's your name?"

The child replied: "Liang Xi."

John asked: "Vietnamese?"

The child replied: "Chinese."

At this time, the aunt saw the wallet, picked it up and shouted: "Hey, which careless guy lost his wallet?"

Everyone groped around one after another, and then the middle-aged man realized that his wallet was lost and hurriedly stepped forward to claim it.

John pushed the milk in front of Liang Xi and looked at the five banknotes he put on the table: "This is your money, you can keep it."

Liang Xi picked up the banknotes and asked, "Can I count them?"

John chuckled: "Of course."

Liang Xi picked up five banknotes and started counting them. His way of counting money was different from others. He first held the money in his left hand, then took out one banknote in his right hand and placed it on the table. He counted: "One banknote, one banknote, one banknote, one banknote."

Zhang, one piece.”

After counting, Liang Xi's hands were empty, and there was only one banknote on the table. Liang Xi pushed the banknote to John: "I'm sorry, sir, I can't accept your money."

John was very surprised. He knew this was a magic trick and also knew how to use it. He was just surprised that Liang Xi could do it so well. John put away the banknote in front of him and thought for a while: "Liang Xi,

I know you're a student at Blue Coat School."

This time Liang Xi was surprised: "How did you know?"

John smiled and replied: "I am a detective." Chinese children will not be pickpockets unless they are orphans. There is a Blue Coat Charity School four blocks away, and the restaurant is near the bus stop. Based on all the information, John came to the conclusion

in conclusion.

Liang Xi had no interest in the detective profession and tilted his head indifferently: "There are detectives everywhere in Britain."

John thought this was correct, nodded in agreement, and asked: "Do you like being a pickpocket?"

Liang Xi didn't answer, he held the milk in his hand and drank it silently.

John knew it well: "My detective agency is not far away on Bonning Street, and I lack a person to help me clean. If you are willing, I can solve your trouble."

Liang Xi looked up at John: "But...but they are a very bad group of people."

John said: "I'm just asking if you are willing or not. As for how to solve the problem, that's my business."

Liang Xi thought for a while and said: "Sir, it is illegal to employ child labor."

John said unconcernedly: "If you don't pay, it's not employment."

Liang Xi was stunned. Is this the detective's logic?
Chapter completed!