Chapter 8 Breakfast
After Liang Xi finished speaking, the car jolted several times, slowly slid forward for more than ten meters, and stopped on the side of the road.
The woman was angry: "Are you playing tricks on me?"
Liang Xi quickly raised his hand: "No, absolutely not. The fuel gauge is here." Luke!
The woman stretched her head out. The lights in the car were dim and she couldn't see the dashboard clearly. Liang Xi reached out for his phone to illuminate the car. The woman grabbed Liang Xi's wrist, stared at him, and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"Use your phone to illuminate." Liang Xi felt the power and did not dare to move. He said, "So that you can see clearly."
Woman: “No need.” She had long felt that something was wrong with Liang Xi. If he could tell that she was not an ordinary person, then Liang Xi was too calm. If he thought he was an ordinary person, then Liang Xi should not have the attitude of answering every question. The woman let go of Liang Xi’s wrist, opened the car’s central control drawer, reached in and took out a driver’s license.
I took a look with the help of the interior lights: "John?"
Liang Xi said: "It's me."
Woman: “The photo is wrong.”
Liang Xi: "I mean: it's my grandfather."
Before the woman could ask anything else, a black seven-seater van pulled up. The woman threw John's driver's license onto the passenger seat, held the gun in her left hand, pressed the wound with her right forearm, and opened the car door with her right hand. While doing these actions, the woman looked at Liang Xi vigilantly, pushed the car door open with her body, and got out of the car.
The back door of the van opened, and as the woman was about to get in, Liang Xi rolled down the window and shouted, "Hey."
The woman turned around: "What?"
Liang Xi: "Can you give me some gasoline?"
The woman turned around, got into the car, closed the 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, annoyed, "Damn Mi." Without the 60 kilograms of the woman, he could maintain a constant speed of 80 kilometers and it was entirely possible to run the last four kilometers. Wouldn't he have to refuel in London? No, he wouldn't, anyway, the towing bill was given to John, and he could take the 24-hour subway home.
Liang Xi had already determined that this woman was not a bad person, but she might be a good person who had gone bad. The tone and attitude of the woman's question, the way she held the gun, her calmness, her vigilance, and the fact that she would rather shout at Liang Xi than point the gun at him all explained everything. This also saved her life, otherwise Liang Xi would have braked at the right moment, and she would have gone straight through the front windshield and been run over.
What Liang Xi couldn't be sure of was whether the woman was from MI5 or MI6.
Now Liang Xi could only wait for a tow truck in the dark and return to London with it. However, good deeds are rewarded. When Liang Xi was about to call for help, a passing driver helped Liang Xi by pumping gasoline from his tank into the Beetle. Liang Xi handed over 10 pounds hypocritically, and the driver generously accepted it and shook hands with Liang Xi to say goodbye, without any politeness.
Liang Xi first drove to a street light in the suburbs, and used the drinking water and rag in the trunk to clean the bloodstains left by the woman in the back seat. Finally, he drove to John's house at nearly four in the morning. Liang Xi was still a little proud of himself. He calculated the limit of the gasoline and parked the car in the garage when the gasoline was almost burned out. Thinking of John starting the car and looking at the fuel gauge in a daze, I will wake up with a smile in my dreams tonight. You will pay the price for scheming against me.
There is a compartment in the garage, which was Liang Xi's residence when he was in middle school. Mary was very dissatisfied with John's decision to let Liang Xi live in the garage. She thought Liang Xi could live with them. Liang Xi agreed to this, but John did not comment. After living together for half a month, Liang Xi quietly moved to the garage because Mary was too enthusiastic. She would knock on the door whenever she had nothing to do, bring snacks, tea, and chat with Liang Xi. She also corrected Liang Xi's bad habits such as lying on the bed when he came home, throwing things around, and making the table messy.
Although the garage compartment was simple, it was Liang Xi's first private space. Here he could freely post celebrity posters, play pop music, and do homework while hanging upside down. If he had a sudden inspiration, he could even do a crab dance on the spot.
After Liang Xi went to college, the bed, desk, chairs and the few pieces of furniture were covered with dust sheets. Liang Xi pulled the dust sheet off the bed, but only halfway, because he only slept on half of the bed. He didn't wash up, just took off his outer pants and socks and threw them at the end of the bed, then lay down and fell asleep.
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At seven in the morning, Liang Xi's biological clock woke him up on time. Liang Xi left the garage and had breakfast on the front lawn. Mary and John, who were breathing fresh air, raised their hands to greet him. Liang Xi washed up in the bathroom on the first floor and went to the toilet. When he returned to the front yard, Mary had already poured him some tea.
Liang Xi placed the car keys in front of John, sat down, picked up the Ququ biscuits and enjoyed his breakfast, and by the way, he described in detail the process of his handling of the case yesterday.
After listening to this, John asked, “What is the basis for your suspicion?”
Liang Xi replied: "Lawyer Cook was invited from London to Reading to witness a sealed will. He was also sent by the Earl to Oxford to take a plane to France. Cook is an old man. From what I know about the Earl's children, the Earl should not send Cook in this way. I guess the Earl may not have time. From this line of understanding, and then combining various information, I finally came to a conclusion."
John nodded: "This case is not difficult for you."
Liang Xi disagreed: "That's not the case. The questions that bother me most about this case are: Has the will been destroyed? If it hasn't been destroyed, is it in the hands of the housekeeper? The child? Or the maid who has worked at the manor for decades? If I ask the wrong person or the wrong question, I will lose all my bargaining chips."
John did not comment, wiped the tea off his beard with a tissue, and asked, "Who is more important to the Earl's family, Cook or the butler?"
Liang Xi replied: "Of course it's the butler. He knows all the family secrets and is responsible for the operation of the entire family."
John said, "Since you have speculated that the Earl used euphemistic or forceful means to get Cook out of the Davis family, is it possible that the Earl would let the butler he distrusted stay in the family?"
Liang Xi nodded slowly: "So the butler is one of the Earl's most trustworthy people."
John said, "The two maids entered the Earl's manor in their 20s and are the Earl's most trusted people. But you have to know that the work of a housekeeper is not comparable to that of a maid. For example, you can get information about Dai Er and his wife from the maid. But you can't get these clues from the housekeeper . In addition, you have come into contact with the Earl's four children, so you should be able to be sure that the housekeeper must know about the will. The only thing that worries you is whether the will is still there."
John said, "Assuming that the will has been burned, your conversation with the butler was just asking the right person but asking the wrong question. You shouldn't have played your chips. You should have first explained Cook's contribution to the Earl's family over the years, asked indirectly, expressed that you knew the butler knew the meaning of the will, and handed the initiative to the butler. Although the result is good, there are some minor problems in your handling process, but I am very satisfied with your overall performance. So I decided to give you two gifts."
Liang Xi rubbed his hands together and said, "John, we are so close, how can I accept your gift? Just give me cash."
