"Actually, Mozi himself has a number in his heart, and her grandmother with such a face doesn't actually look very similar to herself, right?"

“…… Huh? ”

The thunderstorm outside the window was fierce, the girl in the room was quite sluggish, and the sudden topic of grandfather was confusing, but the tone was trembling.

"Actually, there is one thing, I have always been very sorry for your mother, although she has never mentioned it to you, but I believe that she must have remembered it all these years. At the same time, the elders in your family do not wait to see old age from time to time...... Hehe, Mozi, do you know why? ”

Where does Aoyama Meidong know anything, Cangtian Mingjian, she was just called upstairs by the old man coldly, and then was abruptly poured into such a bunch of topics. After all, her stay in Miyamoto Mansion is only two months, and it is already remarkable that she can initially adapt to life here and start her own business at every turn. As for the grievances and grievances between this big family, does she understand a fart?

"Hopefully...... Grandfather solves puzzles. ”

"See this?"

The old man shook his finger at her: "This ring? ”

Midong stared intently.

In fact, I also pay attention on weekdays, the old man wears a thick ring of brass on his thumb, inlaid with a ruby, which is very historical. As for its meaning, it is nothing more than a family heirloom or a patriarchal symbol, and Mi Dong is well-informed and can naturally guess its meaning.

"This ring is something that only the patriarchs of my Miyamoto clan can wear."

Look, right?

"It's also a key."

Well, that's a typical setting.

“…… Huh!? ”

What is it!?

"Key!?"

Midong was really stunned by this expected bloody setting.

"Well, as for what exactly it will turn on, I won't tell you for the time being......"

The old man smiled happily, and his wrinkled hand came to the depths, and gently touched the back of Midon's hand: "Because, this must be when the old man is really dying, and he can tell the heir in person." In the inheritance of nine generations, who is not a big man in my Miyamoto family, and there is no time to talk to the heir when he is dying, but it really has never happened......"

"Oh......"

"So, Mozi."

The old man turned to look at Mei Dong and said deeply: "The old man's serious illness today is likely to make those young people have some thoughts that they shouldn't have. Although according to the will, all of them together can only share one-tenth of the assets of my consortium, even if they are united, they will definitely not be able to confront you and my ancestors and grandchildren. But even if it's just one of the eleventh......"

As he said this, the old man coughed violently, something he had not done in the past two months. Meidong sees it in her eyes, cares about it in her hands, and thinks about it in her heart.

"One percent per person...... That's too...... Hey, hundreds of millions of dollars, isn't it? ”

"What grandfather means, Mozi understands."

Midong continued to deal with him, her eyes swept the ring a few times, but she was obviously unimpressed: "But I think you should go back to the house and rest first." Today, the air pressure is low, the rainstorm outside the house continues, and the typhoon is coming, so you have to rest well. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, yes. In the end, it's still Mozi, Mozi......"

With such nonsense, all he got was insignificant news, and Midong felt unimpressed from the bottom of his heart. With her background, it is great news to be able to inherit 100 million US dollars, not to mention the total assets of the family of 180 billion yuan, and the entire consortium of even larger magnitude? Whether it's a ring or a key, maybe the people of the Miyamoto clan will be interested in it, but Midon hasn't bothered about that yet.

Before dying, lying comfortably on the hospital bed, explaining the last family mystery to the heir?

Midong really laughed, what can be the secret?

After finally sending her grandfather back to the bedroom, she glanced down at her ankles.

The red letter M is clearly tattooed on it.

"Hmmm......"

She just moved her eyes, and without doing anything else, she returned to her room lightly.

Little by little, time is ticking.

Midong wasn't nervous at all, as if the meeting with her eldest brother at the love hotel a few days ago didn't exist at all.

As if she hadn't drugged her stepfather last night and had collected a lot of evidence with her underpants.

It's as if the stepfather's drowsiness that lasted until breakfast today was not there.

It seems that she has no intention of carrying out her plan to murder her grandfather and ascend to the throne in advance.

At least until lunch, Mito just stayed in her boudoir calmly, continuing to read the documents she had stolen from her grandfather's computer on the first day she walked into the Miyamoto Mansion. The annual meeting report of the eighteen companies lasted for 30 years, and it took a long time to simply read it, let alone digest and absorb it. Considering that Midong still has a lot of work to do, even after the past two months, she has not completely completed this task.

But at the same time, she is also paying attention to the movements of the whole family. After all, when the murder happens, everyone's previous all-day schedule will be a very important thing.

Although Meidong is her, she is ready to be the back pot.

And the implementation of this whole plan is undoubtedly based on her understanding of the whole family during this time.

Meidong, who can't wander around at will and investigate everyone at all times, is really just the accumulation of weekdays plus the ability to reason about human nature, and then rely on several searches at fixed points to verify.

The current external environment is that the typhoon has arrived just right, creating an environment for her to be in a secret room, and the number of alternative suspects has become extremely large. And on the premise that my grandfather went into the house to take a rest after breakfast, there were so many people in a huge mansion, and all of them had plenty of time to commit crimes—as long as "it" had this intention.

So, when the whole family can't get out of the house, what do they do according to everyone's own personality and hobbies, as well as living habits?

"That's a lot of work."

Midong sat at her desk, unhurriedly making a form. In front of the dresser next to it, pink and blue potions were placed there, as if they were just two tubes of ordinary cosmetics, but who would have thought that their black market prices were so high that they could be used by dozens of customers served by Meidong in the past?

"At 2:30 in the afternoon, Uncle Zu and Aunt Xia were playing mahjong, and Tai Po was going to Dragon Ball as usual, well, it was Dragon Ball GO going, um. Then at half past four in the afternoon, my mother would cut the fruit as usual, and then I would definitely send one to my grandfather, and I would take over here. But before that, it's 1:30 now, so ......"

Filling out the last part of the form, Midong glanced at the dresser and walked towards it.