Master Xing was intimidated by the sharp knife, and in a short period of time, he didn't dare to say anything more.

In fact, the most deterrent is, of course, Jin Wuwei, who is guarding outside Dali Temple at the moment.

There are a lot of people in Dali Temple who have two hearts for Pei Tan, starting with Master Xing, but no one will dare to do anything under Jin Wuwei's nose.

Jing Wan'er didn't know anything about what happened to her, and when she appeared in front of Pei Tan the next day, her expression was no different.

Pei Tan looked at the girl and asked slowly, "Did you hear anything last night?" ”

Jing Wan'er shook her head and said with a smile: "The slave and maid slept deeply, and she slept when she returned to the room last night." ”

Pei Xian's eyes at the door were gloomy, and there was a touch of coldness.

Jing Wan'er glanced at Pei Tan's bloodshot eyes, "My lord, it seems that you didn't rest well last night?" ”

This year's Chang'an seems to be really not peaceful, and it has not been long since Zhongzong ascended the throne for the second time, and it is necessary to make great efforts to stabilize the world, but God seems to have sent heavenly punishment in the dark. Originally, this grand event of the imperial examination was a good thing for both the Tang Dynasty and the people of the world.

Pei Tan saw that Jing Wan'er was refreshed, and shook his head silently in his heart.

In the afternoon, someone cried and shouted to report to the official, and Jin Wuwei dragged a frightened person and threw him into the lobby.

The person who reported the case said that he saw a scholar who jumped from the third floor of the Mochizuki Tower and died on the spot.

I don't know if the ominous revelation is really being fulfilled.

Pei Tan heard that the girl standing beside him also froze when he heard Mochizuki Tower.

The leader of the Jin Wuwei said in a faint voice: "I will guard the Dali Temple for the Lord Siqing, and the Lord will go out to handle the case." ”

Listening to the ears of people with different thoughts, these words naturally have different interpretations, and those people in Master Xing's book didn't dare to raise their heads in the first place.

"Take our new servant with you." Pei Tan said quietly.

When the frame of Dali Temple came to the bottom of the Mochizuki Tower, I saw that the onlookers were already crowded around.

The dull days need to sting, and the people look at the corpse of the scholar, pointing and talking.

"Dali Temple handles the case, and no one else retreats!" The officials reluctantly drew their waist knives and shouted at the passers-by.

The onlookers hurriedly made way for a road, and the officials immediately stepped forward and occupied the road, letting Pei Tan go first.

Jing Wan'er wrapped her big hat, covered her head and face, and followed Pei Tan's side.

After all, no one would pay attention to her, and it was scary to see the corpse in the pool of blood in her clear eyes.

Originally, the third floor was not too high, but this scholar actually planted his head down, and his skull was so stressed that naturally blood was splashed, and it was impossible to live.

This is really a deliberate short-sightedness, and the appearance of bent on death.

The new servant of Dali Temple, Shen Xingwen slowly stepped forward, glanced at Pei Tan and said: "The deceased looks bad, please go to a distance to avoid it." ”

Pei Tan glanced at him, and said for a moment: "This official is standing here, you go and inspect it." ”

Shen Xingwen was noncommittal, ordinary adults who would like to watch this kind of bloody scene, especially Pei Tan, who has a thin skin and white face, is about the least like Dali Siqing.

Shen Xingwen took a few steps forward, lifted up his clothes, and squatted beside the deceased. His hand probed the throat of the deceased, and the brain of the deceased was still adhered to the throat, especially when he opened the mouth and tongue of the deceased to look at it.

The tongue is clean, and the fishy smell of alcohol is pressed underneath, which proves that it is not poisoned.

Lifting the placket of the deceased's clothes, the chest was skinny, the face was yellow and thin, he had not eaten for many days, and with the inferior wine, this body had been destroyed and did not look good.

Poverty, serious illness, is enough to be a mountain that crushes a person.

And this person should be the candidate who failed in this imperial examination.

Shen Xingwen stood up, actually took out a white and clean handkerchief from his sleeve, and wiped his fingertips and hands leisurely.

"Back to my lord, a preliminary autopsy shows that there are no traces of murder on the deceased."

There was no poisoning, no sweat medicine, and the body jumped off the third floor on its own while conscious.

This conclusion made the surrounding people sigh. After all, ants are still greedy for life, even if they commit suicide in Chang'an City, it is still very much

Fresh.

"My subordinates want to go upstairs and have a look." Shen Xingwen's gaze glanced at the railing upstairs.

Unless there is still a possibility that someone has been pushed downstairs, then there should also be traces of dispute with others on the third floor.

The officials guarded the surroundings of the Moon Tower, and Pei Tan took a few people to the third floor.

Zichan'er and her husband Jun Wenlang were standing in front of the stairs with pale faces, guarded by two officials.

Hearing the movement on the stairs, Zichan'er subconsciously looked up, and when she saw Pei Tan, especially the figure behind Pei Tan, her eyes couldn't help but tremble violently.

"My lord, when the scholar was drinking on the third floor, only this couple was around, if it was pushed down, the couple would definitely not be able to escape suspicion."

The official said to Pei Tan a little indifferently.

Zi Chan'er's eyes trembled, obviously she wanted to stop talking, the Moon Tower, which she and Wen Lang had worked so hard to manage, was afraid that because of this murder case, it would be impossible to turn around.

This is the second time Wen Lang has seen Pei Tanlai, and the fear from last time is still in his heart, and the whole person is speechless.

Pei Tan walked to the railing on the third floor, and there was a shallow five-finger mark printed on the railing.

"This third floor is short, and most guests are reluctant to come up, only this Liu Gongzi likes to sit by the railing every time he comes." Wen Lang whispered, and the voice of explanation rang out.

The layout of the third floor is cramped and cramped, and there are not even a few tables, so the cold weather even has a stuffy and dry feeling.

Pei Tan observed the area around the railing, and the ground was dirty like a mud puddle, and there were messy footprints on it.

Judging from the shape of the footprints, it is the footprints of the same person. It should be the deceased who drank here before.

These chaotic steps seem to show what kind of state the deceased is like before death.

Generally, people who want to commit suicide will go through a long mental process, and when they decide to die, they are often self-tormented and deeply afraid.

"The footprints on the ground show that there was no second person present when the deceased fell from the third floor."

After Shen Xingwen inspected the scene, he reported to Pei Tan.

Because the whole ground is slippery, it is impossible for a person to walk on it without leaving footprints.

The master book next to him looked at Pei Tan with a wandering gaze: "My lord, since this is the case, then close the case according to suicide, right?" ”

Suicide does not need to be tried and passed, as long as there is evidence and circumstantial evidence, it is over by writing a closing statement.

There is also a doubt at the scene, that is, why the entire floor of the building is wet.

Pei Tan slowly squatted down next to the table and chairs, looking at the cracks in the ground, these water stains emitted a smell of wine, could it be that all the spills on the ground were wine.

"Repeat everything that happened after the dead man came in."

After hearing the question, Wen Lang began to repeat mechanically: "As soon as Liu Gongzi came in, he went directly up the stairs, he went to the third floor with the least number of people, and asked us for three jars of wine, so he stayed on the third floor alone and never came out..."

When Pei Tan heard the key place, he narrowed his eyes, "He asked you for three jars of wine?" ”

Fumiro replied stiffly, "Yes, it's the rice wine he drinks most often." ”

Rice wine is the cheapest wine, even the cheapest wine can only be used for a maximum of three jars, thinking of the skinny corpse downstairs, this kind of poor and destitute scholars who can only rely on food and sleep in the open to come to Chang'an, it is too much.

Seeing that in addition to the people from Dali Temple here, it was Zichan'er and her husband, and Jing Wan'er took off her hat.

Her beautiful and pale face, Zi Chan'er looked at her, and the two delicate and red faces were surprisingly consistent.

Perhaps more consistent is the calmness and coolness in the face.

Both of them are in troubled times, but they also have tenacity.

"Three jars of wine are not enough to wet the ground." Pei Tan got up at this time and said.

Shen Xingwen looked at Pei Tan's appearance, and seemed to feel a little interested, he wouldn't squat on the corner of the table to check the clues.

"The ground is filled with water and wine."

Pei Tan turned around and looked at Zichan'er and his wife, "You are the owner of the restaurant, you don't care what the guests do upstairs?" ”

Looking at the mess on the third floor, I'm afraid it will take a long time to clean it afterwards.

Jing Wan'er suddenly raised her feet and walked towards the drinking table.

Zichan'er lowered her eyes, and her face had been a little sad: "Because there have been a lot of guests in the restaurant recently, Wen Lang and I are entertaining guests downstairs." And this Liu Gongzi... When he came today, he told us not to come to the third floor to disturb him. ”

The guests downstairs were noisy, and who would hear what was happening on the third floor.

I'm afraid that it wasn't until the guests on the first floor heard the sound and saw the bloody corpse that they scattered in all directions in fright.

After Jing Wan'er walked to the table, she reached out and touched the tabletop, seemingly frowning.

Shen Xingwen looked at her a little urgingly: "I don't know what Miss Jing has to say?" ”

Jing Wan'er had been woken up by Pei Tan before, and she had already ignored this young man, she said softly: "I just want to see if these are wine on the table." ”

Shen Xingwen knew that Jing Wan'er was sent by the palace, and this woman also had a lot of strange things, and their new Dali Siqing always took her by her side, in the eyes of others, a young court official should always avoid suspicion, and he was entangled with a palace maid in the palace, and it was not like what a noble and famous gate lord would do.

Shen Xingwen's inquiring gaze has been numb to Jing Wan'er, since she entered the palace at the age of ten, such a gaze has not stopped, and those people will not do anything useful at all except for their unnutritious curiosity.

She put her finger to the end of her nose as if she were random, and sniffed it gently, the room was full of wine, but her fingers were clean and she couldn't smell anything.

There is no taste except for water