There was no wine on the table, which was inexplicable. Jing Wanyu 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. "Sir, Liu Yong spilled wine all over the floor, so why is there none on the table?"

  Pei said at this time, looking at her: "Liu Yong was drunk and fell to the bottom of the building. The ground is so slippery, could it be that he accidentally fell while drunk?"

  Jing Wan'er paused, and suddenly a clever idea struck her: "But Liu Yong only had three jars of wine. Even if he spilled some on the ground, at most two jars would have been wasted. That means he could have drunk no more than one jar. How could he be so drunk?"

  This is again referring back to Shen Xingwen's autopsy result earlier, Shen Xingwen said the deceased ruled out being poisoned or controlled by others, and should have been in a state of clear consciousness.

  "What about Liu Yong's drinking capacity?" Pa Tarn asked Zi Cui'er after a pause.

  Zi'an's eyes flickered slightly, "Liu Gongzi is a scholar, his drinking capacity is average, but... it's not like he'd get drunk from just one jar of wine."

  This is the Great Tang Dynasty, where every literati and wealthy guest drinks wine worth a thousand gold coins. A jar of wine is already a very elegant way to drink.

  So drunk one said from the scene left behind traces have also been able to deny exclude.

  Liu Yong could not have gotten drunk from just one jar of wine and jumped down from the third floor.

  A sober person, how can he want to seek death? Although life is bitter and painful, it's not easy to make up one's mind to seek death.

  "Liu Gongzi didn't pass the exam and has been drinking for days, he must also be feeling depressed in his heart." Zi Yan'er lowered her eyes and said quietly.

  Pei Tan did not make a sound, after the list was released, how many Liu Yongs, such scholars, were disheartened and desperate, their lives seemed dull and hopeless. But when it comes to seeking death, there are so many desperate things in life, why take this step.

  Jing Wan'er suddenly looked at the gentleman-like Xiao Zuo and asked, "Xiao Zuo, may I ask if the callus between the right thumb and index finger of the deceased is thick or not?"

  Shen Xingwen was caught off guard and called to himself, looked at Jing Yuanyu and said: "The deceased had two fingers between them, the cocoon was as thick as three inches, it must have been formed by holding a pen for many years."

  Jing Wan'er looked at Pei Tan: "Sir, it's three inches thick. If it were an ordinary bookworm, they wouldn't be able to reach this level. It can be seen that this person"

  Liu Gongzi, before his death, wrote articles every day. He worked tirelessly with his pen, accumulating his work over time, and that's how he was able to make such progress.”

  Pei Tan was the young master of the Pei family, and from a young age, he received extremely strict lessons from his tutors. He had a deep understanding of the thickness of the calluses between his fingers. After coming of age and entering officialdom, Pei Tan would no longer be able to hold a brush every day like he used to in the pavilion.

  "Did Liu Yong live here before his death?" Pei Tan asked.

  This question involves Ziyue and Wen Lang.

  However, Zilian'er's face turned red as she stammered, "Sir, our wine shop is a small business, only open during the day for drinking, and we don't have any guest rooms for resting."

  Wen Lang and Zi Yan's Moon Viewing Pavilion was just an unremarkable one among the many wine houses in Chang'an, located on a remote street, only poor scholars would come here to buy wine.

  Jing Wan'er was clear about it no matter what. She had stayed in Wangyue Tower for a few days and already knew the inside story here.

  Zi'an'er shook her head, seemingly with a hint of sadness: "We're not quite sure where Master Liu is staying."

  Looking at Liu Yong's appearance, it is unlikely that he can afford to stay in a slightly better inn. However, this is during the imperial examination period, which is extremely special. Even the most dilapidated stable in Chang'an City would be as expensive as something precious.

  Jing Wan'er turned back from the railing at this time, her eyes shining brightly: "Sir, perhaps those people downstairs can give us an answer."

  Downstairs were onlookers from all walks of life, many people staring at the corpse on the ground, unwilling to disperse for a long time.

  "It's time for someone to come and collect the body, otherwise it will cause a disturbance on the streets," said Shen Xingwen.

  Collecting corpses is a mortician's job, but he alone cannot carry the corpse back to the Temple of Great Rites from the street.

  These corpses all need to be identified by their relatives, but Liu Yong is an outsider and won't have any relatives in Chang'an. Usually, a scholar would have a young servant boy accompanying him, it's just unknown whether Liu Yong...can afford to hire such a servant boy.

  "Liu Yong? He lives just up ahead under the big street bridge and has been there for quite a few days."

  The result of the inquiry was astonishing, Liu Yong had never stayed in any inn, but had always slept under a bridge in Chang'an.

  Although scholars are often down on their luck, can they be so unlucky?

  "You don't know about this, do you?" Some of the common people chuckled and said, "There are many who can't afford to stay in an inn. They just find a place for themselves, either on a street corner or under a bridge. As long as they have somewhere to lie down, they can get by for a night. If they were to stay at an inn, how much would they have to spend in a month..."

  What's more, students have to spend a lot of money on paper and pens every day in preparation for the imperial examination.

  Chang'an City, everyone's dream destination, where even a piece of paper is more expensive than anywhere else.

  It seems like everyone has gotten used to it.

  Pei Tan looked at the faces below, and asked the officials to inquire about the people. The officials returned to report to Pei Tan, who slightly paused with a knowing expression.

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

  Actually, there's nothing much to see. Under the bridge, there are people begging in tattered clothes every day. Beggars often occupy a spot by themselves, and no one will stay with them for more than a moment.

  This time, Zilian and Wen Lang were purely innocent victims. When they walked downstairs, Pei Tan ordered the bailiffs to separate the crowd and deal with Liu Yong's body alone. At this moment, Jing Wanyan suddenly raised her head with bright eyes.

  "Sir, may Xiaoyu take a look at the body?"

  "What's wrong?"

  Jing Wan'er gazed at him, her originally bright and clear eyes sparkling even more: "Wan'er wants to take a look."

  The yamen runners and the coffin makers were preparing to put Shen Xingwen's body in a sack, while a large crowd was gathering momentum.

  "Wait a minute."

  The yamen runner and Shen Xingwen, who covered his mouth and nose, both looked at Pei Tan.

  At this time, Jing Wanyu stepped forward and walked into the midst of the yamen attendants with some emotion, Shen Xingwen frowned at her.

  "Let me take a look at the corpse's hand." Jing Wanyu raised her head and said to Shen Xingwen.

  "Jing, what are you going to do?" Shen Xingwen asked with increasing puzzlement.

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

  Shen Xingwen: "..."

  He couldn't help but look at Pei Tan standing not far away, and he didn't even make a move to stop him.

  Jing Wantong was also anxious to see Liu Yong's right-hand man.

  She didn't even mind the filth on the corpse's body, using her own white and tender, jade-like fingertips to pry open Liu Yong's hand.

  Liu Yong's hand was slightly curled up, and Jing Wanyu opened each of his fingers one by one to take a look.

  Even if the coroner had to come into contact with the corpse, no one would be so reckless as not to take any protective measures. Shen Xingwen looked at Jing Wanyu's nonchalant appearance and initially thought that this girl's way of doing things was vastly different from ordinary people, but he didn't expect her to be so daring and frightening.

  He couldn't help but want to speak out and remind her, "Jing... young lady..."

  Jing Wan'er's expression changed suddenly, as if she had really discovered something, and stared at a certain finger of the corpse motionlessly.

  She was looking at her index finger.

  "What did Miss Jing see?"

  As a coroner, he had just examined the body in detail and naturally knew that he hadn't missed any clues.

  Ke Jing's eyes seemed to be really like that.

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

  Jing Wanner wiped the palmar surface of the deceased's right index finger with her hand, and what she thought was correct. The palmar surface not only had a purple-red color produced by force, but also had a bit of moisture between the fingers.

  "What does Shen Xingwen think this is?" Jing Yu'er raised her head and looked at Shen Xingwen with a deep, meaningful gaze.

  Shen Xingwen nodded, "The deceased's right palm index finger had been subjected to external force compression before death, showing signs of congestion."

  The deceased all fell from the third floor, and a small finger injury is nothing.

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

  But Jing Wan'er fell silent for a moment, looking at Pei Tan who was gazing back at her.

  "Sir, Wan'er has an idea of her own."

  Shen Xingwen and the surrounding yamen runners could only temporarily stop their actions due to Jing Yu'er's movements.

  At this time, Jing Wanyu was still facing Pei Tan and said that she had her own conjecture.

  Everyone can only watch Pei Tan.

  Pei Tan stood opposite him, "What guess."

  Jing Wan'er often has conjectures, which also makes it difficult for many people except Pei Tan to understand.

  The identity of the palace maid who came to assist in the case was enough to make people keep silent even if they had doubts.

  Jing Wanyi couldn't think too much for the time being, she pinched the deceased's index finger like a scallion, and said: "This index finger points to the abdomen, showing a purplish color that is not present in other fingers. Shen Zhen said it was due to external force, I don't think so."

  Shen Xingwen could only stare at Jing Yuanyuan too.

  Jing Wan'er's eyes had a hint of insight: "Just now when I checked the wine table, I found that it was wet but not with spilled wine, so it must be water. The deceased may have been on the third floor not to drink, and this finger and the water on the table are because he wrote on the table."

  When fingers get wet and write on the table, it will only cause the phenomenon of no wine on the table, only water. Liu Yong's right index finger is so swollen because he used force to write and soak in water.

  Such a guess coincided with the fact, and Jing Yu'er also looked at Pei Tan with a bright eye, hoping to hear his conclusion.

  Shen Xingwen looked at Jing Wanyu, his eyes deepening by a layer.

  Such reasoning is bold and meticulous.

  Pei Tan looked at the girl and indeed only as a woman, Jing Wanyu, plus her previous identity as the daughter of the wealthy Jin family who had read poetry and books, could have thought of these things.

  "What do you think, sir?" asked Jing Wanyu.

  Pei Tan actually couldn't make a judgment, it's just that when Jing Wanyan subconsciously wanted to check the body earlier, he had already made some assumptions in his mind about what the girl might ask. However, whether or not Liu Yong was writing on the table with his fingers before his death, creating those traces at the scene, anyone can only grope for answers from speculation for now.