Conan's I am Pikachu

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After seeing the wound on the foot of the Yifang, they all began to faintly 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 can't admit it, but still question it.

At this time, Xiuhe took the lead, and other thoughtful people naturally began to booze.

"That's right!" Yixing nodded.

Jingzi also said, "I feel so too."

Yu Mei glanced at them, hesitated in her heart, and finally did not speak and chose to remain silent.

Ze Yu looked up at the three people booing.

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

The thoughts in my heart and on the surface are completely different, with different opinions.

This happens because of money, which is very common in life but absolutely indispensable.

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

But others still value money very much.

Many tragedies in Conan's world are unfolded because of money.

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

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

Several adults took the photo, glanced at it, and whispered: "It's really like this."

"Is he real?"

"Damn...Even if he is real, so what? How could we give up so easily!" Yixing gritted his teeth and said angrily: "A stinky old man who got out of nowhere wants to take it away. Our family's money?"

"Yixing, be careful!" Yu Mei frowned and reprimanded: "No matter how you say it, he is our uncle!"

Among the people in the Yabunai family, Hiromi is the most conscientious, and she still retains a trace of the bottom line.

If the charity house is a fake, she will definitely boycott each other, but if the charity house sitting in the living room is real...

So, even though Hou Mei will not support him in getting the inheritance, she will not oppose it either.

She maintained a neutral attitude and criticized her impolite brother, which was normal.

Ze Yu stretched out his palm 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 piece of paper that Yifang had just written.

Zeyu said: "This is the New Year 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 the words written by Grandpa Yifang just now."

In Ze Yu's heart, thinking silently.

Of course, when Yifang lived in Brazil, his friends, who is now the "Yifang", helped write the New Year's cards every year.

Who is the real charity who lost his arm in the tornado, so he can't write?

You can only let your friends do it for you.

Conan looked at Ze Yu speechlessly.

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"It's really the same." Xiuhe looked at the two pieces of paper in Ze Yu's hand, her face sinking slightly.

Other people's faces are not pretty.

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

Ze Yu's words seemed to be kind and wanted to comfort these frustrated guys who had lost their inheritance competition.

But this kind of words fell into Conan's ears. How did he feel that Zeyu was mocking?

"Perhaps, what you said is true." Xiuhe nodded, seeming to have found confidence, and said: "A little handwriting can't prove anything. We can't give up. We must find evidence to prove that that guy is a fake.

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

Does this guy stare a little bit?I can really climb up the pole!

Xiuhe's voice fell, and everyone stopped arguing about meaningless topics and wanted to return to the room.

While walking through the corridor, You Xizi turned her head casually, glanced at the old well in the yard, and exclaimed: "Is this well still there? Haven't you filled it out yet?"

"Because my father wouldn't let us fill it out, he said, if this old well is filled out, we will forget our mother." Looking at the old well, Yu Mei looked very complicated and sighed.

Conan walked over and asked curiously, "Is there any origin to this well?"

"Kid, do you want to hear it? Hiro Mei said slowly: "That happened 15 years ago..."

Yu Mei quietly recounted the past.

Fifteen years ago, Hou Mei's mother, the sister-in-law of Yifang, accidentally fell into this old well and was drowned when she was picking flowers.

On the day of the funeral, the deceased's brother ran up to the funeral to make trouble, claiming that in Yabu's house, someone must have deliberately pushed his sister into the well.

The brother was very angry. After the funeral, he came to Yabu Nai's house several times to make trouble.

But recently, he hadn't been here for a long time, and lost his voice. Even Yabuuchi didn't know his trace.

"We have not seen him for a long time." Yixing said casually: "I don't know, whether that old thing is dead or not."

When talking about his mother's brother, Yixing's tone did not show any respect at all.

"If he is still alive, will he come and snatch his father's inheritance like the bastard of Yifang?" Jingzi said a little worried.

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

"That's not necessarily true."

In the dark corridor, Machiko Yabunou didn't know which corner he came out of, and said indifferently: "If your father mentioned in his will that he wants to share his inheritance, then you don’t have any. Way."

"Damn..." Yixing gritted his teeth with anger.

"That guy, it seems that because of his sister's death, he hates you." Machiko said in a mocking tone: "However, 15 years ago, when the last wife died, I had not married, so this matter , It has nothing to do with me."

"Okay, I'm going to my friend's wedding, I beg you here, goodbye!"

Machiko laughed, stepped forward, and was about to leave here.

At this moment, Conan's pupils shrank sharply, staring at the gate of the courtyard in horror.

At this moment, a crack appeared in the gate, and it seemed that someone was standing there, peeping at the courtyard.