There are also a lot of commonalities, but they are all commonalities among scholars.

What do scholars like? Read some books, occasionally write some poetry articles or something. It seems that it is indeed a commonality, but since they are all scholars, it seems that it is not surprising to do this.

Liu Yuan only felt as if he was surrounded by a barrier that he couldn't see clearly, and he faintly caught something, but he really wanted to see it clearly, but he couldn't see anything for a while.

At this moment, listening to Lin Fei's voice sounded in his ears: "Reading books, writing poems, writing essays, etc., are all what scholars like, nothing special. Do you remember what Ruan Zhan and Han Jun like to do in addition to visiting the study?"

Mentioning Ruan Zhan and Han Jun again, who couldn't speak anymore, Liu Yuan was stunned, and instinctively replied, "I also like to visit the pen and ink shop."

"This is the list opened by the owner of the pen and ink shop that the two of them frequent, and the things that these two people often buy are on it." Lin Fei put the two pieces of paper full of writing on the eucalyptus and motioned for Liu Yuan to look down.

Liu Yuan lowered his head and looked at the full amount of paper written on the eucalyptus.

The pen and ink shop naturally sells things like the four treasures of the study, and there are various styles of wolf hair, grinding inkstones, paints, etc...... Hey? Pigment?

Seeing Liu Yuan's sliding fingers fall on the paint and stopped, Lin Fei pointed to the wolf hairs of different sizes on the top, and said, "If ordinary scholars are just used for writing, they don't have to be so particular, there are several kinds of wolf hairs of the same size, and only painters need to pay attention to these. That's why they love to paint."

I like to draw...... This does not seem to be an abrupt preference for a scholar, and although not every scholar has it, it is not surprising.

"Including Ruan Zhan and Han Jun, there are fifteen people in total." Lin Fei stretched out his hand and pointed to the files of the rest of the missing scholars, and said, "Although the missing files of these government offices are not exhaustive, they are all mentioned."

Speaking of this, Lin Fei continued, Liu Yuan said with a subtle expression, "These scholars all have a taste for painting."

Although none of them painted so well, it became a generation of everyone! But the murderer obviously didn't care whether these scholars' paintings were good or bad, but only preferred to attack the scholars who liked to paint.

Can...... Why choose a scholar who likes to paint?

Lin Fei stretched out his hand and took the old eucalyptus file that was pressed on his head and took it out of the warehouse, opened it, pointed to the handsome-looking scholar on the file, and said, "The scholar killed by the rouge lady back then is also a person who likes to paint."

Maybe the painting is not very good, but there are indeed not a few women that the scholar attracted with the painting back then.

All this was seen in the eyes of people back then, and it was deeply remembered.

"The murderer hates such good-looking scholars who like to paint." Lin Fei said.

It's not that it doesn't make sense, but ......

"Ruan Zhan and Han Jun died so strangely, but those scholars just disappeared, why is that?" Liu Yuan was puzzled and asked Lin Fei, "Why didn't Ruan Zhan and Han Jun simply disappear?"

At least if these two people are missing, they may be regarded by their families as running out and being happy, and they will be treated as missing eucalyptus and thrown to Chang'an Mansion, instead of attracting the attention of Dali Temple like now.

In this regard, Lin Fei was not surprised.

"The night when Tang Yuan was frightened was foggy, and he couldn't see the road ahead," Lin Fei reminded Liu Yuan of the events of the day, "That day, Tang Yuan went back late because she ate an extra bowl of porridge and a salted duck egg, and if she went back according to the previous hour, she might not have encountered such a thing."

These trivial-sounding little things are not wrong, if you hadn't eaten an extra bowl of porridge and a salted duck egg, the glutinous rice balls would have gone back early, and they might not have encountered such things.

"The sudden appearance of the rice balls can be said to be an accident." Lin Fei said, "Her voice even attracted the people on the street next door."

Although the little girl in Tangyuan was small, her voice was loud, and she howled and called out the people near the street to see the excitement.

"So, if the tangyuan hadn't appeared that day, maybe we wouldn't have seen the corpse until midnight, when the street patrol passed by." Liu Yuan thought for a while and said.

"It's possible." Lin Fei nodded, and reminded Liu Yuan calmly: "If the murderer's original plan was to leave people here, it would indeed not be seen until midnight."

The premise of being seen is that the murderer intended to leave the body here and wait for someone to find it.

Liu Yuan understood, heard this, and immediately said, "What if the murderer's original plan was not to leave people here at all, but to take them away? If he hadn't met Tangyuan that day, wouldn't Han Jun have disappeared quietly?"

Lin Fei glanced at him, turned around, took down the map of Chang'an City hanging on the wall behind him, and put it on the eucalyptus. Then, he took a pen and drew a circle at the location of the relic mountain, and drew a circle at the mouth of the alley where Han Jun was found that day, paused, and drew a circle at the location of Zhuang Meiniang's study.

"Let me ask you," Lin Fei pointed to the location of the relict mountain and the location of Zhuang Meiniang's study on the map, and said, "What do you do to transport a corpse from the relict mountain to Zhuang Meiniang's study?"

What kind of strange problem is this? Liu Yuan's belly scolded, but he thought about it seriously, and said, "The corpse is a bit troublesome to transport, in order not to arouse suspicion, the best way is to find a carriage or something, and hide the corpse inside."

"Not bad!" Lin Fei affirmed Liu Yuan's answer, but said, "They don't know how to drive a carriage."

"Then ......" Liu Yuan thought for a while, and was about to speak, when he heard Lin Fei say, "In the middle of the night, the fog is thick at night, and you can't see the road ahead, and the two of you are supporting a drunk friend, will you still attract attention?"

Liu Yuan, who heard the words, was dumbfounded, and when he reacted, he immediately exclaimed: "So Lin Shaoqing means that after Han Jun's death, he was brought down from the relic mountain by someone who was "helped" all the way? Ready to be transported to the study?"

This...... How can it be?

There was no basis for his words, Lin Fei raised his feet and stepped out of the door, saying, "Come with me!"

He took Liu Yuanjing to the back office to find Wu Bucai, when he passed the public kitchen, it was when Wen Mingtang and others were cooking twilight food, a strong fragrance of fried food spread, and he was already a little hungry, at this time, the smell of the smell was even more mouth-watering, Liu Yuan subconsciously glanced at the kitchen, and saw Wen Mingtang and others frying something around a big oil pot.

The fragrance really went straight to people's noses, and listening to Wen Mingtang's voice teaching Ah Bingtong Tangyuan came from inside, "It is crispier to fry once", Liu Yuan swallowed his saliva subconsciously.

Just glancing at the peak in front of him, Liu Yuan still forced his thoughts of raising his feet to step into the public kitchen, and caught up with Lin Fei.

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