After Liang Xi finished speaking, the car stumbled several times, slowly slid forward for more than ten meters, and then stopped on the side of the road.

The woman was angry: "You are playing tricks with me, are you?"

Liang Xi hurriedly raised his hand: "No, absolutely no. The oil gauge is here." Luke!

The woman stretched out her head, the lights in the car were dim and she couldn't see the dashboard clearly. Liang Xi reached out to hold her mobile phone to prepare for lighting. The woman grabbed Liang Xi's wrist and stared at Liang Xi and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Get your phone to light it." Liang Xi felt the power and dared not move around and said, "Let you see clearly."

The woman: "No." She had long felt that Liang Xi was wrong. If she saw that she was not an ordinary person, then Liang Xi was too calm. If she thought she was an ordinary person, then Liang Xi should not have a question-and-answer attitude. The woman let go of Liang Xi's wrist, lifted up the car central control drawer, reached in and took out a driver's license.

With the help of the interior light, I took a look: "John?"

Liang Xi said: "It's me."

Woman: "The photo is wrong."

Liang Xi: "I mean: it's my grandfather."

What else the woman asked, a black seven-seat van stopped side by side. The woman threw John's driver's license into the passenger seat of the car, held a gun in her left hand, pressed the wound with her little arm with her right hand, and opened the door with her right hand. While doing these movements, the woman looked at Liang Xi vigilantly and pushed the door with her body to get out of the car.

The back door of the van opened, and the woman was about to get on the car, when Liang Xi rolled down the window and shouted, "Hey."

The woman turned around: "What?"

Liang Xi: "Can you give some gasoline?"

The woman turned her head and got into the car, pulled the car door, and the car drove away.

Liang Xi got out of the car, put his hands on his hips and looked at the taillights of the van, and said annoyedly: "Damn Mi." He had less than the woman's 60 kilograms and drove at a constant speed of 80 kilometers. He could run the last four kilometers. Don't he have to refuel when he arrived in London? No, no, anyway, the towing bill was given to John, and he could take the subway home 24 hours a day.

Liang Xi has determined that this woman is not a bad person, but may be a good person who has become bad. The woman's tone and attitude, gun-holding movements, calming emotions, vigilant consciousness, and rather than shouting at Liang Xi than pointing the gun at Liang Xi all explain all this. This also saved her own life, otherwise Liang Xi would brake at the right time, and she would directly penetrate the front windshield and be crushed by.

What Liang Xi cannot be sure of is whether a woman is MI5 or MI6.

Now Liang Xi can only wait for the tow truck in the dark and go back to London with the tow truck. However, good people are rewarded. When Liang Xi was about to call the rescue phone, a passing driver helped Liang Xi. He drew gasoline from his fuel tank to the Beetle. Liang Xi handed over 10 pounds very hypocritically. The driver accepted it boldly and shook hands with Liang Xi and said goodbye, without any politeness.

Liang Xi first drove to the street lights in the suburbs, wiped the blood stains left by the woman in the back seat with drinking water and rags in the trunk. Finally, he drove to John's house at nearly four o'clock in the morning. Liang Xi was still a little proud in his heart. He calculated the limit of gasoline and parked the car into the garage almost when the gasoline burned out. Thinking of John's ignorant looking at the gasoline meter after starting the vehicle, he would wake up laughing tonight. He had to pay the price to calculate.

There is a compartment in the garage, which was Liang Xi’s residence when Liang Xi was in middle school. Mary was very dissatisfied with John's decision to let Liang Xi live with them. Liang Xi agreed with this, and John did not agree. After living together for half a month, Liang Xi moved to the garage silently because Mary was too enthusiastic. She came to knock on the door, gave snacks, tea, and chatted with Liang Xi. She also corrected some bad habits such as Liang Xi lying on the bed when she came back, throwing things around, and messing up the table.

Although the garage compartment is simple, it is the first private space that Liang Xi owns. Here he can post celebrity posters at will, play pop music, and do homework upside down. With a twitch in his brain, he can even dance a crab dance on the spot.

After Liang Xi went to college, the bed, tables, chairs and few furniture quilts were covered with dustproof cloth. Liang Xi pulled the dustproof cloth of the bed and only half opened because he only slept half of the bed. He didn't wash up, and he threw it off his pants and socks at the end of the bed, and lay down and fell asleep.

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At seven o'clock in the morning, the biological clock woke Liang Xi up on time. Liang Xi left the garage and had breakfast with the grass in the front yard. Mary and John, who were breathing fresh air, raised their hands to say hello. Liang Xi washed the bathroom on the first floor and went to the toilet. Back in the front yard, Mary had already poured him tea.

Liang Xi put the car key in front of John, sat down by himself, picked up the Ququbiao and enjoyed breakfast, and explained the process of handling the case yesterday in detail.

After hearing this, John asked, "What is the basis for your doubt?"

Liang Xi replied: "Secretary Cook was invited from London to Reading and witnessed a sealed will. He was sent by the Earl to Oxford to take a plane to France. Cook is an old man. Judging from my understanding of the children of the Earl, the Earl should not have sent Cook like this. I guess it may be that the Earl has no time. From this line, and then comprehensively integrates various information, we finally draw a conclusion."

John nodded: "This case is not difficult for you."

Liang Xi disagreed: "You can't say that. There are several questions that bother me the most in this case: Has the will been destroyed? If the will was not destroyed, is it in the hands of the housekeeper? In the hands of the child? Or in the hands of the maid who has worked in the manor for decades? Once I ask the wrong person or the wrong question, I will lose all my chips."

John did not comment and wiped the tea stained on his beard with a tissue and asked, "Who is more important to the Earl family, Cook or the butler?"

Liang Xi replied: "Of course it is the butler. He knows all the secrets of the family and is responsible for the operation of the entire family."

John said: "Since you have speculated that the Earl's tactful or tough measures made Cook get out of the Davis family, is it possible that the Earl will leave the butler he distrusts in the family?"

Liang Xi nodded slowly: "The butler is one of the most trustworthy people of the Count."

John said: "The two maids entered the Earl's manor in their 20s and were the people that the Count trusted the most. But you have to know that the work of the butler is not comparable to that of the maid. For example, you can ask the story of the Dai Er couple from the maid. But you cannot learn these clues from the butler. In addition, if you contact the four children of the Count, you should be sure that the butler must know the will. The only headache you have is whether the will is still there."

John said: "Suppose the will has been burned, and your conversation with the housekeeper is asking the right person or saying the wrong question. You should not throw out the chips. You should first explain Cook's contribution to the Earl family over the years, ask indirectly, expressing that you know that the housekeeper is clear about the will, and hand over the initiative to the housekeeper. Although the result is good, there are some minor problems in your process, but I am very satisfied with your overall performance. Therefore, I decided to give you two gifts."

Liang Xi rubbed his hands: "John, we are so familiar with each other, why don't you want your gift? Discount it."
Chapter completed!