The mastermind behind Conan

In the warehouse of the house, a group of people are rummaging through cardboard boxes.

"Really, didn't you find any photos from before?" said Yoshiyuki Yauchi with an unhappy face.

"When Uncle Yoshibo went to Brazil, it seems that he took all of them with him, and he didn't leave a single photo!" Hiromi Yauchi frowned as she looked at the wooden boxes that filled the entire warehouse containing photos of past documents.

"Huh!"

Bai Shiwu suddenly snorted softly, and then pulled out a yellowed photo from a photo album.

The arm was quietly wrapped around Kudo Yukiko's small waist, which was the envy of all women in the world, and Kudo Yukiko also opened his eyes wide and looked at him suspiciously.

"Yukiko, this is what you looked like when you were a child, I didn't expect you to look so cute and beautiful when you were a child!"

Shiraishi Takeshi pointed to the little Lori on the far right who looked to be only five or six years old on the yellowed photo of this chapter, and said in Yukiko's ear.

"Huh!!"

Kudo Yukiko screamed in surprise, glanced at Takeshi Shiraishi with flashing eyes, and then hurriedly said to Hiromi Yauchi: "Hiromi, Takeshi seems to have found a photo!

"Huh!?"

"Really?"

"Is Uncle Yifang in there?"

Everyone hurriedly gathered around, with a look of anticipation.

"Ahh

"You're still wearing a hat," Hidekazu Yanuchi frowned.

"This is more than twenty years ago, too young to provide a reference at all!"

Hiromi Yauchi took the photo from Takeshi Shiraishi's hand and looked like she was full of memories: "But it's really nostalgic! This photo seems to have been taken when the town held a baseball tournament!"

"Yes, I remember, the two of us went to cheer for Uncle Yifang together!" Arikiko laughed wistfully.

"It seems that my uncle's foot was kicked by a runner's spikes at that time, and he was seriously injured!"

"Well, I also got several stitches in the hospital!"

"Yes, at that time, the two of us still went to the hospital to visit our uncle every day!"

"Guangmei, I remember that at that time, the doctor said that even if the injury on my uncle's leg is healed, the scar will be difficult to erase, and you are still crying!"

"You're a kid, you guy, didn't you cry at that time?

The two of them laughed and talked about their childhood.

"Wait!

Shiraishi Takeshi suddenly had a flash of inspiration and interjected, "You just said that the scar on Mr. Yauchi's leg is difficult to erase, right?

"Hey!"

"That's right!"

"That's true!"

The faces of the Yamanai family were excited, and a group of people suddenly stopped what they were doing and discussed in the warehouse.

A moment later.

The door of the room of the Yamani room.

Hiromi Yauchi stood in front of the door with two cups of hot tea.

Not far away, there was Yamanichi with an expectant face.

"Come on, Hiromi!" Arikiko gestured to Hiromi Yauchi with a triumphant jewelry.

"Hmm. "

Hiromi Yauchi nodded, pushed open the door, and walked in with a smile.

In the room, Hiroshi Yauchi and Carlos are sitting cross-legged on tatami mats.

"Uncle, and Mr. Carlos, shall you have a cup of tea?" said Hiromi Yauchi with a smile.

"Ah, I'm really bothering you, Hiromi!" Yoshibo Yamanai thanked and reached for the teacup.

But at this time, Hiromi Yauchi pretended to trip accidentally, and the teacup on the plate fell over, falling directly on top of the robe of Yamani.

"Oh!!" Yamanai exclaimed.

"Ah, yes, I'm sorry, I'm here to help you!" Hiromi Yauchi hurriedly reached out to help Yauchi Yoshibo remove the water stains from his robe, and then took the opportunity to roll up his pants.

“！？"

Hiromi Yauchi's face changed drastically, her face was full of seriousness, and she exclaimed, "No, no scars!"

"What!?"

"Really?"

"No scars!"

Hearing the exclamation of Hiromi Yauchi, a group of Yoshiyuki Yauchi, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, rushed in one after another.

But at this time, Yamani did not hurry up the trouser leg of his right foot and said, "Scar?

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“！？"

"How..."

The crowd exclaimed in disappointment.

At this time, Yauchi Yoshibo explained: "This is more than 20 years ago, when I was participating in a baseball game and defending first base, I was suddenly kicked by a runner and injured!"

"Cut, it's really scarred!"

"Then this person is really him!"

"What a disappointment!"

Seeing the scar on Yoshiyuki's leg, Yoshiyuki Yauchi and the others sighed in disappointment.

"Hmph! You're really suspicious of me! My dead brother is right, there is no one here who has a good heart! It seems that it is right to bring Carlos here!" said Yamanai solemnly.

"Yes, yes?" Hiromi Yauchi wondered.

...............

"Don't you understand? He's not my friend at all! Carlos was hired by me in Brazil - bodyguard!" shouted Yamanai.

"Bao,"

"Bodyguard!"

"Why..."

Everyone was surprised, but Shiraishi Takeshi thoughtfully glanced at the so-called bodyguard Carlos and Yamanai Yoshibo, and the corners of his mouth raised playfully.

"I can't help it! "

As he spoke, Yamanai took out a threatening letter from his clothes, and on it was a bloody line of big letters: The inheritance is not your share, don't come back if you want to live!

"Live..."

"Live!?"

"Threatening letter!"

"Uncle Yoshibo, when is this letter..."Hiromi Yauchi asked as she looked at the threatening letter with a surprised face.

"Just last month, a few days after my brother died of cancer, I received it at my home in Brazil, and the letter didn't have the sender's name on it!"

As he spoke, Yamani's eyes were sharp, and his voice became low: "Hmph, I have no interest in my eldest brother's inheritance at all, but I really want to come and see the person who sent these letters... What the hell does it look like?"

"These letters—" Shiraishi's eyes flickered.

"It doesn't seem that simple!"

(Say a couple of words.,Everyone is saying that it's been written off lately.,The protagonist is not dark and evil.,I also found out.,But I've written all of this plot.,So I can't change it.,I'll restore the dark and evil style of the next plot!10,000)_

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