Ke Xue: The thief Cao is actually myself

Chapter 518 As long as the new love is good enough, there is no old love that cannot be forgotten! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)
"!!!"

Hatamoto Natsue's delicate body shook violently, as if struck by lightning. The blood instantly drained from her face and turned as pale as paper.

Her eyes were full of shock and fear, her lips trembled violently, and she tried to say something, but was choked by the sourness in her throat.

She didn't want to believe that her once gentle and kind husband would be twisted to this extent by hatred, but the cruel truth was right in front of her and she had no choice but to believe it.

All of a sudden, a chaotic stream of thoughts flooded into her mind like a tide. All the little moments she had spent with Xiao Wu in the past, those gentle smiles and affectionate gazes, at this moment, turned into sharp thorns, piercing into her heart fiercely, deeply hurting her heart and quickly spreading to her whole body.

In severe pain, she subconsciously clutched the corner of her clothes with both hands, her knuckles turned white, and her body swayed slightly. If Bai Ye beside her had not reached out to support her in time, she would probably have lost her balance and fainted.

Even someone close to her was like this. Hatamoto Akiie, who was already "heartbroken" by the death of her husband, widened her red and swollen eyes instantly after hearing what Mori Kogoro said. Her bloodshot eyeballs seemed to bulge out of her sockets, and her eyes were filled with endless fear and despair.

She hugged the body of Hatamoto Ryuo tightly like a drowning person grasping at the last straw, with veins bulging on her arms, as if this could give her a sense of security. She murmured to herself, "Ryuo, my Ryuo, how could you die like this! What should I do if you die?"

Her voice was trembling and shrill, with a hint of crying in it. Under the blowing sea breeze, it seemed particularly desolate and miserable, and heartbreaking.

Ichiro Hatamoto, who was standing beside her, heard Kogoro Mori's reasoning and Akiie Hatamoto's miserable wail. The muscles on his face twitched involuntarily, and a trace of shock and uneasiness that was hard to conceal flashed in his eyes.

His hands were originally hanging naturally, but at this moment he unconsciously clenched them into fists, with fine beads of sweat oozing out from between his fingers. He then slowly loosened his hands, repeating this several times, as if to relieve the tension and anxiety in his heart.

Family members know their own business. Others may not know how Hatamoto Gozo and Hatamoto Ryuo died, but how could he not know?
Feeling somewhat guilty, he lowered his head slightly, letting his bangs fall down to cover his eyes, so that no one could see the complicated and tangled emotions in the depths of his eyes.

While trying to conceal his true emotions, he also did not forget to secretly and quickly glance at the expressions of the people around him. Seeing that everyone was attracted by Maori Kogoro's words and their attention was not on himself, he breathed a sigh of relief. The shock in his eyes was quickly replaced by a hint of hidden relief. Then he began to secretly wonder in his heart how he should deal with this increasingly complicated situation, and how he could clear himself of suspicion of murder.

Not only them, but other members of the Hatamoto family were also shocked by Kogoro Mori's terrible speculation. They were stunned, their faces turned pale, and their hearts were filled with fear and anxiety.

Some of the women covered their mouths, their eyes widened with tears welling up in their eyes, but they tried hard not to cry out loud; others simply collapsed on the ground, covering their faces with their hands, sobbing softly, their bodies trembling with fear.

Although the men tried hard to maintain their composure on the surface, their slightly trembling legs, the beads of cold sweat that kept appearing on their foreheads, and the subconscious swallowing of their saliva exposed their inner panic.

Yes, even Hatamoto Takeru could cruelly kill Hatamoto Natsue, who was close to him, so what could these outsiders count for?

In other words, for revenge, this guy Hatamoto Takeshi was willing to cruelly kill even his own wife, so how could he let go of those Hatamoto people who had only an ordinary relationship with him!

Shrouded in this solemn, depressing, and chilling atmosphere, no one dared to raise the slightest objection and silently followed Maori Kogoro's arrangements. They left together with trepidation, leaving behind only the crime scene filled with the breath of death and numerous doubts. Under the blowing of the sea breeze, it looked even more eerie and terrifying...

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In the restaurant.

"Wuwuwu...Dragon Man..."

Hatamoto Akiie slumped in her seat, crying bitterly, her heart broken, sobbing uncontrollably, tears streaming down her cheeks like beads that had broken off the string.

Hatamoto Xiajiang couldn't bear to see his sister so sad, so he hurried forward to comfort her, "Sister..."

It's a pity that Hatamoto Akiie seemed to have been blinded by hatred and completely ignored her good intentions.

Not only that, Hatamoto Natsue's words of comfort not only failed to comfort her, but instead seemed to touch Hatamoto Akie's most sensitive nerve, causing veins in her neck to bulge. She raised her head abruptly, and her originally beautiful eyes were now filled with a chilling sternness and deep resentment.

"It's all your fault. This happened because you brought Xiao Wu into our Hatamoto family."

Hatamoto Akiie glared at Hatamoto Natsue fiercely, as if Natsue was the culprit of all the tragedies, and said with gritted teeth, "This is all your fault! It's all your fault!"

This sudden accusation caught Hatamoto Natsue off guard. Her body shook involuntarily as if she had suffered a heavy blow.

Her face lost all color in an instant, her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were wide open, full of fear and disbelief.

Because, although she had thought about the murder of her grandfather Hatamoto Gozo, some people would blame her because Hatamoto Takeshi was her husband and she was the one who brought him into the Hatamoto family.

But she never expected that the first person to accuse her would be her sister, with whom she was once very close and close.

I never expected that my sister, with whom I used to be so close and could talk about anything, would now treat me with such vicious and hateful words!

Mariko Hatamoto had been watching coldly for a long time. She took advantage of the opportunity and said with a mocking smile on her face, "You are right. Your husband killed your father and then inherited all the inheritance. This is your purpose, right?"

Hatamoto Natsue was extremely anxious. She shook her head desperately and waved her hands in front of her in panic, trying to defend herself, "It's not like that. I never thought about the inheritance."

Her voice was already a little hoarse from crying so hard and she was so sad, and now it was slightly out of tune due to her excitement.

Unfortunately, because they had already been influenced by preconceived notions, or because they did not want to see Hatamoto Natsue get out of trouble and deliberately pretended to be confused, everyone turned a deaf ear to her desperate defense, as if she had never spoken a word.

Noticing that everyone's gazes were either as cold as ice, as if they were looking at an unrelated stranger, or full of suspicion, as if they were trying to find hidden secrets from her face, Hatamoto Natsue was still unwilling to give in and tried to convince everyone of her innocence, "It wasn't me... I really didn't..."

"You said there is no, so there is no." Hatamoto Mariko rolled her eyes and snorted disdainfully: "Who knows if what you said is true, maybe this is all a self-torture trick you discussed in advance."

"I didn't...it really wasn't me..."

"What should I do so that you can trust me?"

As she spoke, her voice was trembling and choked, and every syllable seemed to be using up all her strength to accuse herself of innocence.

However, in this atmosphere full of suspicion and accusations, her defense was like a stone thrown into endless darkness. It did not create a ripple of trust. It seemed so weak and powerless. The only response she got was dead silence and more suspicious eyes.

These looks, whether cold, suspicious, mocking, or accusing, made Hatamoto Natsue feel as if he was in an ice cellar. The chill ran from the soles of his feet up to his heart, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Hatamoto Natsue closed her eyes in despair, tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes, her body was shaky, and she felt as if she had fallen into an endless dark abyss, unable to extricate herself...

"Shut up!"

Seeing this scene, a strange color flashed in Bai Ye's eyes. He knew that now was a good time for him to help, so, as if he could no longer endure this absurd scene, he stood up with a "swoosh", veins throbbing on his forehead, his eyes wide open, and his face flushed with anger.

Because he was too excited, the chair he was sitting on even rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound.

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"Xia Jiang was just like you. She had no idea about the distribution of the inheritance beforehand. Now that her beloved grandfather has passed away and Xiao Wu has ruthlessly deceived her in love and marriage, she is the saddest person here. It would be fine if you didn't comfort her, but you actually added insult to injury, spoke harshly to her, and made unwarranted accusations. How dare you call yourself her family after doing this?!"

Bai Ye's scolding was like a heavy hammer, smashing into the atmosphere of suspicion and accusation in the restaurant, instantly freezing the noise of the crowd.

"Bai Yejun..."

Hatamoto Natsue raised her tear-stained face and looked at Bai Ye, her eyes full of gratitude and grievance. Her pitiful appearance made people feel pity.

Unexpectedly, when her family members were speaking ill of her and making accusations against her, Bai Ye would actually stand up, support her and comfort her.

Sure enough, this time, she was not wrong about him!
Bai Ye patted her shoulder gently, giving her a little comfort and strength, then turned to face the crowd, his eyes as sharp as torches, as if to penetrate the prejudices and suspicions in everyone's hearts.

"Moreover, everything must be based on evidence. You have accused Xia Jiang of all kinds based on baseless assumptions. Don't you think you have gone too far?"

Bai Ye's voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the restaurant. "Before the truth comes out, no one has the right to convict an innocent person, not to mention that she is a victim!"

"What we should do now is to thoroughly investigate the truth, rather than blaming each other and letting the murderer go unpunished."

Hearing Bai Ye's words, a touch of emotion flashed across Hatamoto Natsue's beautiful eyes. Then she took a deep breath, pursed her pink lips, slowly raised her head, looked at everyone, and revealed a hint of determination in her eyes: "No matter what you think, I really didn't harm grandpa, and I will definitely find out the truth and clear my name."

Although her voice was not loud, it was full of power and determination, echoing in the chaotic restaurant, as if it was her declaration of war against fate.

She knew that because of the issue of inheritance rights, she had become the target of public criticism in the family.

Right now, the only thing she can do is to find out the truth of everything and clear her name. Only in this way, perhaps, will she and her family members have a chance to "reconcile".

Hatamoto Akie was slightly startled, as if the words of Bai Ye and Hatamoto Natsue had touched a trace of her rationality, but soon, sadness and anger, jealousy and unwillingness occupied her heart again. However, she was intimidated by Bai Ye's momentum, so she opened her mouth but couldn't say a word.

Mariko Hatamoto was shocked by Bai Ye's momentum. The sarcastic smile froze on her face. Her eyes were wandering and she didn't dare to look directly at Bai Ye. Her body also shrank back slightly, showing embarrassment and uneasiness, but her eyes revealed a hint of unwillingness.

As for the others, although a few showed ashamed expressions, some were still muttering in low voices. Their eyes were still full of suspicion and distrust, and they seemed unwilling to give up their suspicion of Hatamoto Natsue easily.

At this time, Maori Kogoro, who had been silent all the time, stepped forward. His eyes swept over everyone's faces, as if he was examining and thinking. Finally, his eyes fell on Bai Ye. After a pause, he coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and said calmly: "Everyone calm down. The clues we have now are far from enough. Everything is still just speculation. We need more evidence to restore the truth. Before the truth comes out, we can't draw conclusions based on speculation alone, and we should not easily convict others."

Conan interjected at the right time: "That's right, we can't be sure that Xiao Wu is the murderer."

Since the murderer of Hatamoto Gozo and Hatamoto Ryuo was not necessarily Xiaowu, then there was naturally no question of Hatamoto Natsue and Hatamoto Takeshi conspiring to kill Hatamoto Gozo and then seize the Hatamoto family property.

Bai Ye gently comforted the still sobbing Hatamoto Xiajiang beside him, and said calmly: "I wonder if you still remember that when Uncle Maori and Conan went to find Xiaowu, the door of the warehouse was open and not locked?"

"The lock on the warehouse can only be opened from the outside."

Maori Kogoro's pupils shrank suddenly, and he reacted quickly. He touched his chin with a serious expression, "And the lock has no signs of being damaged. Unless someone opens it from the outside, the person inside will definitely not be able to open it."

After saying this, he and Bai Ye looked at each other and saw the same conclusion in each other's eyes - there must be an accomplice behind this matter!

"Who, then, opened the door for him?"

"There must be an accomplice here!"

(End of this chapter)