Someone had already done that.

After Lin Fei finished eating, he put down the chopsticks in his hand and said slowly: “The deceased’s surname is Han, and his courtesy name is a single letter “jūn”. He was a student from Gusu who came to Chang’an to study. He came to Chang’an more than three months ago and is now in the north of the city. He studied at Yishan Academy. He lived in the academy on weekdays. When he came to Chang’an, he was accompanied by a book boy. Two days ago, Han Jun and his book boy no longer appeared in the academy. The people in the academy did not know where they had gone.”

Liu Yuan couldn’t help but sigh when he heard this, and immediately said: “Now that Han Jun is dead, it’s hard to say whether his book boy is alive or not.”

A guard on the side interjected: “Maybe the book boy killed his master.”

Generally, under such circumstances, unless the book boy died together, he would most likely be the real murderer.

As for Han Jun’s emotional entanglement…

Zhao You raised his head from the small mountain of fried rice in front of him and said: “This Han Jun has only been in Chang’an for a short time. According to his classmates at Yishan Academy, he has not been in Chang’an for a long time. They hadn’t seen him have any contact with any women. He usually attends classes, and takes his book boy to go shopping in the city in his spare time.”

This behavior seemed to be completely normal. He was just an ordinary person who came to Chang’an to study from other places. Just an ordinary student.

Liu Yuan rubbed his chin and said: “But for such a student, who left his hometown and entered Chang’an City for the first time, and whose classmates are unfamiliar to him, is probably when his heart is the most empty, lonely, and boring! Under such circumstances, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not meet some woman, fall in love at first sight, or something like that.”

Wen Mingtang took out a handful of five-spice pumpkin seeds from her sleeve pocket, cracking them open while listening to their conversation about the case.

Most people in Dali Temple were more curious than others and had richer imaginations.

Tangyuan licked the fried pumpkin seeds, which had a frankincense flavor. She liked them very much. She knocked them lightly and the seeds opened, revealing the tender white flesh inside. She listened to Liu Yuan and the others talking about the case while eating melon seeds, it was really interesting.

Some cases were much more exciting than the stories in storybooks!

“In the end, the romantic man became an unjust ghost and was killed by the woman’s lover or husband.” Liu Yuan excitedly patted the food table and said.

Lin Fei glanced at him and said coolly: “The autopsy results from Wu Bucai came out. Han Jun died of poisoning!”

Those wounds on his fists and feet looked embarrassing, but they were not the real cause of Han Jun’s death.

And…

“Why did those people put that kind of makeup on him?” Lin Fei said.

“Is it just to show off?” Liu Yuan thought for a while, glanced at Wen Mingtang who was eating melon seeds behind the counter, and said, “Did they want to scare people like Master Wen?”

Wen Mingtang: “…”

Lin Fei glanced at Wen Mingtang, who paused while eating melon seeds, and said: “It makes some sense!”

Liu Yuan was stunned with one sentence: Shangfeng… Shangfeng can also joke?

Just as he was thinking about this, he saw Lin Fei getting up and before leaving, he did not forget to tell him: “I will leave the recording of her and General Liang’s confessions to you!”

Liu Yuan: “…”

Recording the confession of Wen Mingtang and Liang Hong, of course, was just a joke. But the fact that it was Shangfeng who made it, surprised everyone.

However, now that the identity of the deceased had been determined, it was much easier to trace this person.

Han Jun’s daily behavior was not strange, it looked very normal. But when it came to details, everyone had different views.

“Han Jun is usually a gentleman who loves reading. When shopping, he often goes to pen and ink shops and study rooms,” said the classmate who was stopped for questioning. At this point, he suddenly paused and said to Liu Yuan, “Wait a minute.” Then he turned around and returned to the academy. Not long after, a handsome, tall, and thin student was brought out from the academy.

Liu Yuan glanced at the student who was brought out, and subconsciously took another look. As for why he wanted to look more… He couldn’t explain the reason himself, but subconsciously, his eyes stayed on this person’s face for a moment longer.

The student who was brought out bowed his head and bowed to Liu Yuan, called “Liu Sicheng” and then reported his name: “Student Ruan Zhan has met Liu Sicheng.”

Liu Yuan nodded in response and looked at the student, waiting for him to speak.

After the student leaned over and gave a salute, he said: “Student Ruan Zhan, although he and Han Jun don’t go together normally, because they like to visit calligraphy and painting shops and study rooms, we go shopping together. Really speaking, he can be regarded as the closest to Han Jun in this academy.”

This answer was candid. Liu Yuan glanced at Ruan Zhan. Although he didn’t speak openly, the student named Ruan Zhan in front of him had very good senses.

Ruan Zhan said: “Just now my classmate asked me about the places Han Jun often went to besides the academy. There are two calligraphy shops and three study rooms. I will wait for the student to write the names of the shops and the study rooms to Liu Sicheng later.”

While investigating cases and enquiring about news, it was quite comforting meeting such cooperative people. But no matter how comfortable he was, no matter how good his impression about him was, he still had to ask Ruan Zhan where he was when Han Jun died.

Ruan Zhan was as frank as ever and said: “I live in the dormitory of the college, and several classmates sleep on the same bunk. All the classmates can vouch for me.”

After saying that, he called his classmates again, and Liu Yuan stayed there. After several of his classmates confirmed his alibi, they let Ruan Zhan leave.

After returning to Dali Temple with the name of the pen and ink shop and the name of the study room, Liu Yuan went to find Lin Fei.

After telling what he had learned from Ruan Zhan, Liu Yuan said to Lin Fei with the note in his hand: “Lin Shaoqing, I will go to these calligraphy and ink shops and study studios tomorrow to ask. Maybe I will gain something.”

Lin Fei Looking at the note in Liu Yuan’s hand, said a faint “Hmm”, looked at the excited Liu Yuan in front of him, pointed at the map laid out in front of the case, and asked Liu Yuan: “Is there a mountain behind Yishan Academy?”

Liu Yuan nodded and replied: “It’s a hill, not too high. The academy is located in front of the mountain.” After a pause, he took the initiative and said, “I only went to the academy today and haven’t gone up to see it yet.”

Lin Fei said “OK” and said to Liu Yuan: “Go for a walk in the mountains tomorrow to see if there are any houses or temples.”

It was not surprising that there were temples or houses in the mountains. Although Liu Yuan didn’t know why Lin Fei asked this, he still said yes.

Lin Fei lowered his eyes and did not look away from the map. He just paused for a moment and then said: “If there is one, ask who lives in it and record the name and origin.”

Liu Yuan answered again, and Lin Fei continued to lower his head. After looking at the map in silence for a moment, he suddenly looked up at Liu Yuan and asked, “What kind of person is that classmate Ruan Zhan who was close to Han Jun? How does he look?”

Liu Yuan was confused by this question and recalled. After thinking about Ruan Zhan’s appearance, he replied to Shangfeng: “He is well born, elegant and handsome, tall but not strong, he is thin…”

Before he finished speaking, Liu Yuan’s face suddenly changed. It wasn’t until this moment that he realized why he couldn’t help but take a second look when he saw Ruan Zhan.

Ruan Zhan looked exactly like Han Jun. Was this a coincidence?

Lin Fei lowered his eyes and didn’t say much. He just touched the white paper placed on the corner of the table, and the bright red lipstick on Han Jun’s mouth was printed on the white paper.

Lin Fei took the white paper to his nose, sniffed it, put down the white paper in his hand, and said nothing.

(End of chapter)