bullyxtreme Chapter 287-286- Threat letter
Chapter 287-286- Threat letter
Chapter 287-286- Threat letter
However, having said that.
This kind of drama Bai Chuanyou is not uncommon.
The silly children of the landlord's family conspired for inheritance, threatened each other and killed each other... This is even more common in the world of Ke Xue.
This time, Bai Chuanyou was just an outsider, not to the point of commenting on other people's family affairs.
Therefore, he did not deliberately look down on these people.
During this time, Bai Chuanyou put away his mobile phone, joined the queue of everyone, and went to the warehouse to help together.
It will take a certain amount of time for Bourbon to investigate the information. During this period of information vacuum, Bai Chuanyu has not been able to expose the truth.
——The specific content of this incident, due to the fact that there were too many people present, was beyond the normal scope of choosing one of the three. Even if he recalled, he could only recall the general idea, but could not remember the specific case.
And, there is one more thing.
In just a few minutes, he had already seen countless people with the surname Yaubai, all kinds of men and women of similar age dangled in front of his eyes, and he was about to suffer from face blindness.
Just sorting out the relationship between characters is very laborious.
Even with the [Analysis] ability to make a distinction, Bai Chuanyou is still too lazy to remember who is who.
So, feeling for fish in the corner.
In this family, the photos of Yabunei’s righteous house were taken to Brazil by myself 30 years ago, and there is almost no one left.
The only one they found was a black-and-white group photo of the young Yifang on the baseball team, with a little loli Yukiko at his feet, grinning at the camera.
People gathered around to look at the photos.
I have to say that the pixels of photos from decades ago are really scumbag.
And I don't know what the young Yabuchi Yoshibo was thinking, the c group photo was wearing a peaked cap, and the photo was taken to cover most of the face, so that the face could not be seen clearly, which really made people vomit blood.
"It's the baseball game..."
"Well, but the righteous house uncle in this photo is too young to be used as evidence at all."
"And wearing a hat..."
Everyone was talking about it.
In the end, Yabuuchi Hiromi remembered that the young Yabuuchi Yoshifua had an accident in that baseball game, and his calf was trampled by another runner's spikes, leaving him with serious scars.
Hearing this, a group of people suddenly became active.
So that means——
By looking at this scar, they can judge the authenticity of the old man's identity.
With this in mind, just do it.
Everyone decided to test the old man simply.
Hiromi Yabuuchi went into battle, and "accidentally" spilled tea on Yifang's leg, so that he could directly roll up the trouser leg to check the scar.
This is probably the easiest and most effective way.
So at the time of drinking tea after dinner that day, the plan was officially implemented.
According to the script, Yabuuchi Hiromi brought tea and went in to find the old man of Yifang.
A group of people stood in the corridor nervously, listening to the movement inside through the paper door.
Not long after, the cup was thrown.
From the room of the old man Yifang, Yabuuchi Hiromi exclaimed: "No! There is no injury on his leg!"
"what!"
Hearing this, the faces of everyone outside the door were gloomy.
Without further ado, he opened the paper door and rushed into the room.
However, just entering the room, I saw the old man was slightly taken aback: "Scar...?"
"It's not this scar that you want to see, is it?"
As he spoke, he rolled up the other trouser leg that was not wet with tea.
There, there is a hideous long and narrow scar, jumping out on the ankle——
"Thirty years ago, when I was running at the bases, I was unfortunately trampled by a runner's spikes, and now it looks like this... Is this what you mean?"
"..."
Seeing this scene, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, speechless.
There are scars, and can clearly tell the cause and effect of the injury...
Does it mean that the old man is really Yabuuchi Yifang's deity?
At this time, Bai Chuanyu followed behind the crowd, took a step forward, looked at the scar, and activated the [Analysis] ability.
Then he showed a shallow smile of understanding.
Trampled 30 years ago?
This old man is quite good at making up...
He is basically sure now that there must be something wrong with Mr. Yifang.
But the specific information has not yet been obtained, so he doesn't want to reveal it.
At this moment, seeing so many people doubting him, the old man was a little angry:
"Sure enough, you guys are doubting me..."
"My brother is right. None of you are good. It is really wise for me to bring Carlos."
"Ah? What do you mean by that?" Everyone was slightly taken aback.
The old man snorted and said, "Let me explain."
"Actually, Carlos is the bodyguard I hired in Brazil..."
Hearing this, Bai Chuanyou couldn't help being amused quietly.
Good guy.
A Brazilian jiu-jitsu master, one-on-one is almost worthy of anyone's existence, and he still needs to hire bodyguards?
Really smiled.
What's more, Carlos' physical fitness is similar to that of ordinary blacks, at best he is taller.
Suitable for fencing or playing basketball.
If you want to say that he can have the strength of a bodyguard, it is obviously impossible.
On the side, Conan obviously thought of this too, and stared at the old man with a strange expression, showing a somewhat surprised expression.
Then, he exchanged glances with Bai Chuanyou again.
If the other party's guess is correct, then Mr. Yifang can't afford to hire bodyguards at all.
I have strength comparable to that of a bodyguard, even if I have a cautious personality, it seems a bit unnecessary.
Either the old man is lying, or there is something else hidden.
Conan thought silently.
But the old man's words still bluffed the others on the field.
Indeed, a tall black man can give people a sense of oppression just by his appearance.
At this time, everyone looked at Carlos with a little more fear.
Yabuuchi Hiromi asked in surprise, "Uncle Yoshikazu, why did you do this?"
"Of course it's not unreasonable..."
The old man snorted coldly, took out a letter from his pocket, and showed it to everyone.
The content of the letter was a threatening letter clipped from a newspaper.
There is only one sentence written on it--
[We have no inheritance to give you, if you want to survive, it is best not to come back. 】
At this moment, everyone's eyes widened and they were completely speechless.
They each knew very well in their hearts that those who could send the letter must be people within the family, and they sent it in order to compete for the inheritance, which meant that the inner ghost was by everyone's side.
Therefore, no one spoke for a while, and began to observe each other with defensive eyes.
The dignified atmosphere lasted for a few seconds, and finally, everyone left the room silently.
As the night gets darker.
Machiko, the owner's wife, bid farewell to everyone and drove to the town to attend the dance.
The others calmed down in their rooms, and then they got together to have a supper in one room in order to entertain the guests.
After eating and drinking well, before going to bed is naturally the traditional Japanese bath time.
The location of this house is remote. Before taking a bath, you need to burn firewood to prepare bath water, and then everyone goes there one by one in order, which is very troublesome.
According to the principle of seniority, the first person to wash is naturally the old man Yifang.
It's just that when the old man is taking a shower, everyone else needs to stay in the dining room and must not leave the sight of Carlos, the "bodyguard".
Bai Chuanyu also stayed with the others.
It's just that he stared at the phone with great interest.
After half a day passed, the information Bourbon collected for him had already been sent.
Raising his spirits, Bai Chuanyu browsed through the information by himself.
It used to be more than ten minutes.
Just after reading it, Bourbon called impatiently.
The sudden ringing of the phone startled everyone.
Bai Chuanyou stood up and smiled apologetically at everyone.
Then he walked out of the room and picked up the phone in a secluded place where no one was around.
"Bourbon?"
……
Barley
(End of this chapter)