There was no wine on the table, which is somewhat inexplicable. Jing Wan'er looked at Pei Tan, and Pei Tan also glanced at her at this time.

Jing Wan'er lowered her eyebrows and slowly walked in front of Pei Tan. "My lord, Liu Yong even spilled on the floor when he drank, why didn't he have it on the table?"

Pei Tan glanced at her at this time: "Liu Yong fell downstairs drunk, and the ground is so slippery, is it possible that he fell unintentionally while drunk." ”

Jing Wan'er paused, and suddenly had an idea: "But Liu Yong only needs three jars of wine, and two jars are sprinkled on the ground, that is, he only drinks one jar at most, how can he get drunk?" ”

This is back to the results of Shen Xingwen's autopsy just now, Shen Xingwen said that the deceased should be self-conscious and sober after ruling out the control of being drugged by others.

"How much does this Liu Yong drink?" After a pause, Pei Tan asked Zichan'er.

Zichan'er's eyes moved slightly, "Liu Gongzi is a scholar, and he drinks averagely, but... I will not get drunk with a jar of wine. ”

This is the Tang Dynasty, which literati and high-roller is not a drunken daughter, and a jar of wine is already a very elegant way to drink.

Then the traces left from the scene of drunkenness can also be denied and ruled out.

It is impossible for Liu Yong to be so drunk and unconscious that he jumped from the third floor after drinking only one jar of wine.

How can a sober person want to seek death, although the world is painful, it is not easy to make up your mind to seek death.

"Liu Gongzi didn't win the first place, and he has been drinking for days, so he should be depressed." Zichan'er lowered her eyes and said quietly.

Pei Tan didn't say anything, since the release of the list, how many scholars like Liu Yong have been gloomy and hopeless, and their lives seem to be gloomy. But when it comes to seeking death, there are so many desperate things in life, how can you take this step.

Jing Wan'er suddenly looked at the son-like chic man: "Shen Chengzuo, may I ask if the cocoon between the index finger of the deceased's right hand is thick?" ”

Shen Xingwen called out to himself unguardedly, looked at Jing Wan'er, and said: "Between the two fingers of the deceased, the cocoon is three inches thick, which is formed by holding a pen all year round. ”

Jing Wan'er looked at Pei Tan: "My lord, it's as thick as three inches, if it's an ordinary scholar, it will definitely not reach this level." That's it

Liu Gongzi wrote articles at least every day during his lifetime, so he worked hard and accumulated over time to make such a change. ”

Pei Tan is Pei's son, and the master's teaching he has received since he was a child is extremely strict, and he has a deep understanding of the thickness of the cocoon between his fingers. And after the crown ceremony, Pei Tan, who became an official, could no longer be like he was in the cabinet, and he needed to hold a pen every day.

Pei Tan said: "Did Liu Yong live here before his death? ”

This asked Zichan'er and Wen Lang.

However, Zichan'er's face was pale, "My lord, the restaurant is operated on a small budget, and it is only used for drinking during the day, and there is no place to rest in the guest room." ”

The Moon Tower, run by Wen Lang and Zi Chan'er, is just an inconspicuous one of the many restaurants in Chang'an, and it is still open on a remote street, so only poor scholars will come here to buy wine.

Jing Wan'er was clear no matter what, she had already known the details of this place after staying in the Moon Tower for a few days.

Zichan'er shook her head, and seemed to be even more sad: "We don't know where Liu Gongzi lives. ”

Looking at Liu Yong's appearance, it is unlikely that he can afford to live in a slightly decent inn, but this is the period of the big exam, which is extremely special, even if it is the most broken stable in Chang'an City, it is the same as what is expensive.

Jing Wan'er turned back from the railing at this time, her eyes were clear: "My lord, maybe those people downstairs can give us an answer." ”

Downstairs were onlookers, many of whom looked at the corpses on the ground and did not want to disperse for a long time.

"You can have people come and collect the corpses, otherwise it will cause a riot in the streets." Shen Xingwen said.

It was a matter of falsity to collect the corpse, but he could not do it alone, and he could not carry the corpse back to Dali Temple from the street.

This kind of corpse is to find relatives to identify the corpse, but Liu Yong is a foreigner, he will not have relatives in Chang'an, and the general scholar will bring a waiting scholar next to him, but I don't know Liu Yong... Please don't afford to invite a scholar.

"Liu Yong? He lived under the bridge in front of him, and lived for several days. ”

The result of the interrogation was very surprising, Liu Yong didn't stay in any inn, and had been sleeping under a bridge in Chang'an.

Although most scholars are down-and-out, how can they be down-and-out like this?

"Your Excellency, don't you know something?" Some of the people laughed, "There are so many people who can't afford to live in the inn, not all of them find a place by themselves, either on the street corner or under the bridge, there is always a place to lie down and deal with it for one night." If it's a guest house, how much will it cost this month..."

What's more, scholars, in order to prepare for the big exam, how much paper and pen they have to use every day have to be bought.

Chang'an City, everyone yearns for, a piece of paper here is more expensive than other places.

Everyone seems to be used to it.

Pei Tan looked at the faces below, and interrogated the people if the officials went down to do it, and the officials came back to report to Pei Tan, Pei Tan's eyes were light, as if he knew.

Pei Tan said again: "Send someone to take a look under the bridge I said." ”

In fact, there is nothing to see, and there are ragged beggars under the bridge every day, and the beggars often occupy a place for themselves, and no one will stay with them for a long time.

This time, Zi Chan'er and Wen Lang were purely unjustified, and when they went downstairs, Pei Tan instructed the officials to separate the crowd and take care of Liu Yong's body alone. At this time, Jing Wan'er suddenly raised her head with bright eyes.

"My lord, can you let Wan'er take a look at the corpse?"

Pei Tan's eyes moved: "What's wrong?" ”

Jing Wan'er looked at him, and the girl's eyes, which were already clear, were shining: "Wan'er wants to take a look." ”

The official and Shen Xingwen were already preparing to bag the corpse, and a large wave of people were ready to go.

Pei Tan's lips moved slightly: "Wait a minute." ”

Both the official and Shen Xingwen, who covered his mouth and nose, looked at Pei Tan.

At this time, Jing Wan'er stepped forward and couldn't help but walk into the middle of the officials, and Shen Xingwen frowned and looked at her.

"Let me show me the corpse's hands." Jing Wan'er raised her head and said to Shen Xingwen.

Shen Xingwen became more and more inexplicable: "Miss Jing, what are you going to do?" ”

Jing Wan'er didn't care about Shen Xingwen at all, and stepped forward and pulled the corpse's arm out of the body bag.

Shen Xingwen: "..."

He couldn't help but look at Pei Tan, who was standing not far away, wouldn't he stop it?

What Jing Wan'er anxiously wanted to see was also Liu Yong's right hand.

She didn't even care about the filth on the corpse, and used her white, tender, jade-like fingertips to break Liu Yong's hand.

Liu Yong's hand was slightly curled up, and Jing Wan'er broke each of his fingers to look at it.

Even if he wanted to touch the corpse, no one would be so big as to do any protection, Shen Xingwen looked at Jing Wan'er's indifferent appearance, and at first he just felt that this girl's style of acting was very different from ordinary people, but he didn't expect it to be so bold and terrifying.

He couldn't help but want to remind him out loud, "Miss Jing..."

Jing Wan'er's expression changed, as if she had really found something, staring at a certain finger of the corpse without moving.

She was looking at her index finger.

The words in Shen Xingwen's mouth became: "Dare to ask Miss Jing what she saw?" ”

As a puppet, he had examined this corpse in detail just now, and naturally knew that he had not let go of any clues.

But Jing Wan'er's gaze really seemed to be like that.

In Shen Xingwen's heart, there was a hint of interest.

Jing Wan'er wiped the fingertips of the deceased's right index finger with her hand, she thought well, this fingertip not only has a purple red produced by force, but also a little wet between the fingers.

"What does Shen think this is?" Jing Wan'er raised her head, but took the initiative to look at Shen Xingwen meaningfully.

Shen Xingwen was noncommittal, "The index finger of the deceased's right palm was squeezed by external force before his death, and it was congested. ”

The deceased all fell from the third floor, and a mere little finger injury was nothing.

This is obviously not a clue that Shen Xingwen thinks can be said.

But Jing Wan'er was silent for a moment at this time, and she looked at Pei Tan, who was looking at her.

"My lord, Wan'er has a conjecture of her own."

Shen Xingwen and the officials around him, because of Jing Wan'er's actions, could only stop their behavior temporarily.

At this time, Jing Wan'er also talked to Pei, saying that she had her own conjecture.

Everyone can only look at Pei Tan.

Pei Tan stood opposite, "What a conjecture." ”

Jing Wan'er has conjectures at every turn, which also makes many people except Pei Tan unable to understand.

The identity of the palace maid sent by the Zhongzong to assist in the case is enough for people to pretend to be silent even if they have doubts.

Jing Wan'er couldn't think too much for a while, she pinched the deceased's index finger like pinching an onion, and said: "This index finger refers to the abdomen, showing a bruise that is completely absent from other fingers, Shen Yanzuo said that this is due to external forces, I think it's true." ”

Shen Xingwen had no choice but to stare at Jing Wan'er as well.

There was a look in Jing Wan'er's eyes: "When I checked the wine table just now, I found that the table was wet, but it was not spilled wine, it was water." The deceased may not have been on the third floor to drink, but his finger and the water on the table were the result of him writing on the table. ”

Writing on the table with his fingers dipped in water will cause the phenomenon that there is no wine on the table, only water, and Liu Yong's right index finger is so swollen because of the hard writing and soaking in water.

Such a conjecture suddenly coincided with the facts, and Jing Wan'er also looked at Pei Tan with slightly bright eyes, hoping to hear his conclusion.

Shen Xingwen looked at Jing Wan'er, and his eyes couldn't help but deepen.

Such an inference is bold and careful.

Pei Tan looked at the girl, and sure enough, only Jing Wan'er, who was a woman, and the identity of Jingmen's daughter who had read poetry and books, could imagine all this.

"What do you think?" Jing Wan'er asked.

Pei Tan actually couldn't make a judgment, but when Jing Wan'er subconsciously wanted to check the corpse, he already had a preset in his heart about the possible assumptions that the girl would put forward. However, whether it is possible to judge whether Liu Yong wrote on the table with his fingers before his death caused the kind of scene traces, anyone can only find the answer from speculation first.