Can Wang Zijing help them testify?

What to do?

Proof that the deceased did not eat the food of the shop, or did the deceased not die in the small cave?

For Wang Zijing's words...... Just listen to it, after all, he is also a student of Huai'an Academy, and the two are classmates!

For the sake of a restaurant, if Wang Zijing comes out to testify, will he still be mixed up in the future?

"I was in Xiaodongtian that day, and Wu Yiru was sitting next to me."

First of all, Wang Zijing corrected her a little.

Wu Yiru is not a student of Huai'an Academy.

"And where is he?"

"He is a student of Huaiyang Academy, and his brother Wu Chenru is a classmate of Huai'an Academy with me."

"You go on."

Next, Wang Zijing broke out an important piece of information.

Wang Zijing's family is not rich, jumping, barely enough to be well-off, the early investment of "studying" is very large, he usually spends mainly on paper, ink, pen and inkstone, such as going to Xiaodongtian, this kind of expenditure, the specific details are impressive.

On that day, he went to the small cave.

I wrote a poem and handed it to the lady who collected the money at the door, and she reminded him to sign it.

"She borrowed my pen, and it was from Hanmozhai."

"I wanted to sit on the unitary seat, and she also changed the brand for me."

He then went into the shop, and as usual, took off his shoes and took his seat, and immediately a woman brought him a set meal.

The woman had just placed the tray in front of him.

The person in the next seat was displeased: "What a thing! The big hole in the bowl, you still bring it out?! ”

"Wu Yiru?"

"Yes, it's you?"

Wu Yiru's eyes were a little evasive.

He thought it strange at the time.

Because he has a good relationship with his classmate Wu Chenru, he has met Wu Yiru a few times, and he has the impression that he is more scholarly than Wu Chenru, and he is a little shy when he speaks.

The fire is too high.

Out of the idea of not wasting food, he offered to exchange his share with him: "Dishes are fragile things, bumps and bumps are inevitable, do you think my dishes are still complete?" ”

Wu Yiru didn't open his mouth.

He took the initiative to change his share.

It's just a different serving, and the food inside is still the same.

I pick up the wooden sign and savor the sentence on it.

In vain.

There was a muffled sound.

Wu Yiru collapsed beside him.

He twitched a few times, white foam pouring out of his mouth.

"I called out a few times, but he didn't respond at all."

"Someone shouted outside...... The dead man was dead, and after a short time, the official came to the shop. ”

Wang Zijing spoke in much more detail than the others.

She thought about it in her mind, and then asked, "At that time, did Wu Yiru carry anything strange?" ”

"Strange stuff?" Wang Zijing shook his head after a while: "It's just an ordinary object." ”

"What is it?"

With pen and paper he carried, he probably wanted to copy the articles on the wall. In the beginning, the thing was just in a cloth bag, and when something happened, the pen fell to the ground, and there was also a bottle. ”

"What bottle?"

"The cloth bag was resting next to his lap, and just as he was twitching, a porcelain bottle rolled out of the cloth bag, I don't know what it was, but the things were brought back to the officials who came."

"Any other impressions?"

After a while, Wang Zijing suddenly said, "That's right! His pen is also the ...... of Han Mo Zhai Oh, it's nothing special. ”

Hanmo Zhai is a cost-effective stationery store on Xuefu Road, where ordinary students will buy paper and pencils, and the supplies of each stationery store basically have their own logos, unlike the modern unified purchase.

The shopkeeper of Han Mo Zhai can not only imitate handwriting, but also make brushes, and with a pinch of paper, you can judge where the paper is produced.

There are only so many details that Wang Zijing can recall, and after listening, she expressed her gratitude, regardless of whether he will come out to testify in the end.

Why?

Even if Wang Zijing is willing, there are many people who will not agree.

I found a place to live near the bustling square.

The bed board is stiff.

I can't fall asleep after tossing and turning.

"Wu Yiru, Huaiyang private school...... Wu Chenru, ...... Huai'an Academy"

"Bottles."

"Poisoning."

"Hanmo Studio ......"

As soon as I closed my eyes, these words popped into my head.

Roll over and sit up.

The sky is about to dawn.

Wang Zijing said that Wu Yiru was just across the river.

Two quarters of an hour later.

She tumbled into a yard.

The courtyard wall here is not too high.

Someone!

One of them jumped, squatted, and hid behind a water tank in the corner of the yard.

It takes only two seconds before and after.

Footsteps...... But it's getting closer.

Listen to the footsteps of a woman.

As long as she doesn't know martial arts, she should be able to deal with it.

Imagining this, the man took some water and went forward.

Neck shrinking.

Looked.

All that was left was the sound of snoring coming from next door.

Yesterday, Wang Zijing pointed in a direction, but it was not difficult to find the Wu family, and there was a white lantern hanging in front of the door.

One side of the courtyard.

Three rooms.

One room is lit up.

I went to one of the unlit rooms, opened a small window, and there was a man lying on the bed.

Sigh.

Turning over, another sigh.

At this time, there were footsteps again, and the woman in front of me went to fetch water from the jar.

"Bring the steamed buns."

"I don't want to eat it."

"How can you make it without eating...... You are the only one left in the Wu family......"

"Mother!"

"Let's go."

"Fu Yin will be back soon, my brother's affairs will definitely give us justice!"

"Justice is not just, alas...... I can't let your brother come back to life, he can come back sooner, let's see each other again, and settle down as soon as possible. Son, don't do anything stupid, you are a student of government studies, and you will be a big official in the future. ”

Mother and son didn't say a word.

When the others left, she went to the room where the lights were originally on.

The bed was littered with bedding.

There are dozens of books piled up on the bookcase, but they are neatly organized.

The paperweight pressed a few pages of written paper, scanned his eyes, did not know what was written, only recognized the words "bring to justice".

Pen holder, pen wash, pen holder, ink cartridge, poetry holder......

After a general look, I went to another room.

Compared with the previous room, it is clean and tidy, stationery, cabinets, bed quilts, everything is neat and tidy, it seems to be a bit deliberate.

Nothing was found.

When I walked to the door, my eyes fell on the crack in the ground under the shelf next to the door.

A pen?

Pick out the pen.

The brush is hairless, only a bare barrel.

One end is badly worn, as if it was used to pry over something.

Foot stomped.

Immediately, she pried up the crack with the pen in her hand and pushed it inside.

Bring a board.

At the bottom is a small pit with several clay pots, one of which is a porcelain jar.

The jars were about the same size, a middle finger long, cylindrical, and had many small cages on the lid.

What is this?

I took a jar out and restored the outside.

The pen barrel is tucked back.

I left Wu's house, went to the street, and walked into a pawnshop that had just opened.

"How much is this worth?"

The guy rolled his eyes: "Let's go, let's stay." ”

"That's good stuff!"

"Good stuff? A broken cricket jar, or pottery, are you blind to me?! ”