Chapter 386 The Well in the Yard

Others had similar ideas.

After seeing the wound on Yifang's foot, they all began to believe that he was the real Yifang.

But no matter whether they believe it in their hearts or not, at least on the surface, they absolutely cannot admit it, but instead have to question it.

At this time, with Xiuhe taking the lead, other people with ulterior motives naturally started to make a fuss.

"That's right!" Yixing nodded.

Jingzi followed suit and said, "I think so too."

Hiromi glanced at them, feeling a little hesitant, but in the end she didn't say anything and chose to remain silent.

Ze Yu looked up at the three people who were making a fuss.

The more he looked at them, the more Ze Yu felt that they were deceiving themselves.

What is in one's heart and what is on the surface are completely different, and one's words and actions are inconsistent.

The reason for this situation is money, something that is very common in life but absolutely indispensable.

Although for Ze Yu, money is the least valuable thing in the world.

But others still attach great importance to money.

Many tragedies in the Conan world unfold because of money.

"I think that old man is real." Conan said silently. He took out the photo from his pocket, held it up and showed it to everyone.

"Look, in the photo, Grandpa Yifang has his baseball glove on his right hand."

Several adults took the photo, took a look at it, and whispered, "It's really like that."

"Is he real?"

"Damn it... Even if he's real, so what? How can we just give up so easily!" Yixing gritted his teeth and said angrily, "A mere stinky old man who came out of nowhere wants to steal our money?"

"Yoshiyuki, be careful with your words!" Hiromi frowned and rebuked: "No matter what, he is our uncle!"

Among the Yabuuchi family, Hiromi is the most conscientious one and still has a bottom line.

If Yifang was a fake, she would definitely boycott him, but if the Yifang sitting in the living room was real...

Well, even though Hiromi would not support him getting the inheritance, she would not object either, she would just try to hinder him.

It was normal for her to maintain a neutral attitude and criticize her impolite brother.

Ze Yu stretched out his hand and took out two pieces of paper from Conan's pocket, one of which was an old New Year's card, and the other was the paper that Yoshifusa had just written.

Ze Yu said: "This is the New Year's card that Conan found in the warehouse before. It was sent by Grandpa Yifang from Brazil. The handwriting on it is exactly the same as what Grandpa Yifang wrote just now."

Ze Yu thought silently in his heart.

Of course, when Yifang lived in Brazil, his New Year's cards were written by his friend, now known as "Yifang".

Who said that the real Yifang lost his arm in the tornado and therefore couldn't write?

I can only let my friends do it for me.

Conan looked at Ze Yu speechlessly.

Are you so skilled at your movements? You took away all the lines I wanted to say.

"It's really the same." Xiuhe looked at the two notes in Zeyu's hand and his face darkened slightly.

The other people's faces didn't look good either.

Ze Yu kindly consoled him: "Although the handwriting is the same, it doesn't prove anything. Maybe he imitated it?"

Ze Yu's words seemed well-intentioned, as he wanted to comfort these guys who were frustrated because they lost the fight for the inheritance.

But when Conan heard these words, why did he feel that Ze Yu was mocking him?
"Perhaps, what you said is true." Xiuhe nodded, as if he had found confidence, and said: "A little handwriting can't prove anything. We can't give up. We must find evidence to prove that guy is a fake."

Ze Yu looked at him and touched his chin in confusion.

Is this guy a little too arrogant? He really knows how to climb up the pole!
After Xiuhe finished speaking, everyone stopped their meaningless arguments and prepared to return to their respective rooms.

As she passed by the corridor, Yukiko casually turned her head and glanced at the old well in the yard, and exclaimed, "Is this well still there? You haven't filled it up yet?"

"Because my father wouldn't let us fill it up. He said that if this old well was filled up, we would forget our mother." Hiromi looked at the old well with a complicated expression and sighed.

Conan walked over and asked curiously, "What is the origin of this well?"

"Little friend, do you want to listen?" Hiromi said slowly: "15 years ago, something happened..."

Hiromi quietly recounted the events of the past.

Fifteen years ago, Hiromi's mother, Yoshifusa's sister-in-law, accidentally fell into this old well while picking flowers and drowned.

On the day of the funeral, the deceased's brother ran to the funeral and made trouble, claiming that someone in the Yabuuchi family must have deliberately pushed his sister into the well.

The brother was very angry and came to Yabuuchi's house several times to cause trouble after the funeral.

But recently, he hasn't been here for a long time and has lost his voice. Even the Yabuuchi family doesn't know where he is.

"We haven't seen him for a long time." Yixing said casually, "I don't know if the old man is dead or not."

When talking about his mother's brother, there was no respect in Yoshiyuki's tone.

"If he is still alive, will he come and snatch dad's inheritance like that bastard Yoshifusa?" Jingzi said with some concern.

"Don't worry, people like that are not qualified to inherit the estate." Xiuhe comforted.

"That's not necessarily true."

In the dark corridor, Yabuuchi Machiko emerged from some corner and said coldly, "If your father mentioned in his will that he wanted to give him a share of the inheritance, then there is nothing you can do."

"Damn it..." Yixing gritted his teeth in anger.

"That guy seems to be holding a grudge against you because of his sister's death." Machiko said in a mocking tone, "But, 15 years ago, when the last wife died, I hadn't married yet, so this matter has nothing to do with me."

"Okay, I have to go to my friend's wedding. I'll leave this to you guys. Bye!"

Machiko laughed, took a step forward, and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Conan's pupils suddenly contracted and he looked at the gate of the yard in horror.

At this time, a crack appeared in the gate, as if someone was standing there, peeping into the yard.

(End of this chapter)