Chapter 385 Threat Letter

"There is actually a wound on your foot?" Yixing's face turned very ugly and a little unnatural.

"What? All our efforts were in vain!" Jingzi was very unhappy. He lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"Are you the real Uncle Yifang?" Xiuhe's expression was very depressed and he was very unwilling.

If this guy is real, it means he has a share of the inheritance.

This is very infuriating.

As a fake relative who has lived abroad for many years, what qualifications do you have to come here to divide the inheritance? !
Thinking of this, the people of the Yabuuchi family felt very unconvinced, and their eyes towards Yoshifusa became unfriendly.

The eyes of both sides met, and there was a faint feeling of tit-for-tat.

Ze Yu watched the scene with a smile.

Here it comes, the wonders of the Conan world begin again.

Any family with a little money, such as the Yabuuchi family in front of us, or even those large conglomerates, always has these "filial" descendants within their ranks.

How filial.

Ze Yu said that he felt very filial.

"What do you mean?" Yifang frowned: "Are you doubting me?"

"Brother is absolutely right!" At this point, Yifang suddenly became furious and shouted, "There is not a single good person among you!"

"I was right to bring Carlos here to protect me!" Yoshifusa snorted.

Carlos is the tall Brazilian youth following Yifang. He has dark skin and a dull expression, and seems to be very honest.

This young man is Yifang’s bodyguard.

But this is just a superficial identity.

Ze Yu knew the deeper inside story. Carlos was not a bodyguard at all, but the son of the deceased Yoshifusa.

And at this moment, the "Yifang" that appears in front of everyone is a true friend of Yifang.

After Yoshifusa died, this good friend brought Yoshifusa's son to the island country, ready to take away the property that belonged to Carlos.

Carlos is the nephew of Yifang's elder brother.

Before his death, Yifang's brother left a will, in which he stated that his nephew would have a share of his inheritance.

Therefore, Yifang and Carlos came all the way from abroad.

Although they were short of money, they could still afford a few plane tickets to get the property.

"Uncle!" Hiromi's face returned to normal. She asked in disbelief, "Why do you want a bodyguard? Can't you trust us, your family?"

"Haha, family?" Yifang sneered and took out a piece of paper from his arms.

On this piece of paper, there were a few lines of big words written: [We have no inheritance to give you. If you want to survive, you'd better not come back! ]

"Did you see it?" Yoshifusa asked, "Who sent this piece of paper from the island country to Brazil for me?"

"Who is that person? Can you tell me? My good family?" Yifang said this, his face became cold and full of sarcasm.

"We..." Everyone's expression changed.

"Okay, don't gather here." Yifang's face was not looking good, and he ordered everyone to leave: "If you have nothing to do, leave now."

Obviously, he was the guest who came from afar, but now he has become the host and ordered the owner to be expelled.

This made everyone look a little unhappy.

Conan ran over and said innocently, "Grandpa, can you teach me how to write Chinese characters?"

Yoshifusa turned around with some confusion, looking at Conan who was pulling his clothes. "I just asked my mother, but she refused to teach me!" Conan said with a childlike face, just like a real child.

"Shin...Conan, stop messing around!" Yukiko showed a helpless expression.

Conan ignored his mother and continued to pester Yoshifusa, saying in a coquettish tone: "Just the four words 'Happy New Year', okay?"

"Of course, kid." Yifang nodded, took the paper and pen, and wrote down four big words.

Conan put the paper away.

Ze Yu quietly walked into the living room and approached Yifang who had just finished writing.

He leaned over to Yifang's ear and whispered, "Grandpa, you are not Yifang, I can already tell."

Hearing this, Yifang widened his eyes in surprise, but he did not say anything. Instead, he looked at Zeyu in confusion.

Ze Yu showed a mysterious smile and said softly: "My brother and Yifang are acquaintances. Although the relationship is not deep, I can still recognize whether you are Yifang himself or not, old man."

"Little friend, unfortunately you are mistaken." Yifang replied calmly: "I am really Yifang."

"Really?"

Ze Yu smiled slightly, and instead of continuing to expose him, he took a step back.

"Goodbye, grandpa."

He said goodbye to Yifang and left the living room with everyone else.

Yifang sat in the living room, quietly looking at the closed sliding door, frowning, thinking slightly.

This blond kid...

It's a bit difficult to deal with.

Yoshifusa thought so.

.........

As they walked down the hallway, everyone started to discuss quietly: "That guy actually writes with his left hand!"

"This is outrageous. Who would write with their left hand? Even left-handed people wouldn't do this, right?"

"No, some left-handed people can really write with their left hand, and some people can write with both hands." Ze Yu said casually.

Although he is not left-handed, he can write with both hands, and the words he writes are exactly the same without any deviation.

And both hands write at the same speed.

If Ze Yu wanted to, as long as he held a pen in his hand, he could instantly transform into a printer.

The key to determining his writing or drawing speed does not lie in his hand speed, but in the endurance limit of paper and pen.

"That's true, but no matter what, he must be left-handed." Yoshiyuki nodded and asked his sister beside him, "Sister, was Uncle Yoshifusa left-handed in the past?"

Although he called the other person 'uncle', there was no sense of respect in his tone, instead it sounded like he was calling his younger brother.

"I forgot." Hiromi passed the ball to her best friend: "Yukiko, what about you?"

"I forgot too." Yukiko replied, "But I think this Uncle Yoshifusa is real. After all, there are wounds on his feet from those years."

Xiuhe still didn't give up and said, "No, I still think he is a fake. Maybe he heard someone talk about what happened back then, so he deliberately faked the wound on his foot. Who knows?"

In fact, Xiuhe already had some belief in her heart that the uncle Yifang sitting in the living room was real and not a fake.

But for the sake of money, he absolutely could not admit that there was a high possibility that the man was telling the truth.

(End of this chapter)