"That's enough, stop making excuses." Pei Xian's face fell.

  Jing Wan'er smiled and deliberately exposed her white neck: "Then kill me." Anyway, she didn't care about life or death.

  Bai County wanted to draw his sword several times, but his hand couldn't move steadily. If Zhong Zong really wants to retry the case, who will he look for among all the civil and military officials?

  It must be Pei Tan.

  Killing Jing Wanyi might be cutting off a path for future survival.

  Jing Wan'er raised an eyebrow and looked at Pei Xian: "If you don't kill me, I'll leave."

  She said and turned around, completely exposing the empty door behind her. She had been to Dalit Temple before, so she naturally knew where Pei Tan's study was.

  She can go by herself.

  While Pei Shi Wei indeed watched her walk far away and didn't stop her again.

  When he arrived at Pei Tan's place, he saw Jing Wanyu washing her clean body, and the girl's charm was revealed without a trace.

  Jing Wan'er saw the dishes on the table, although they were only plain porridge and small dishes, but for someone who hadn't eaten in a few days, it was already a delicacy.

  "Sit down."

  Jing Wan'er couldn't help but glance at him; he was an official, she was a slave, and it was unheard of for officials and slaves to sit at the same table to eat.

  On the other hand, Pei Tan had already picked up his chopsticks and was serving himself a dish.

  Alright, she was really hungry. Just as she raised her chopsticks to start eating, her gaze caught sight of a cup of clear water placed beside her.

  For someone who has been starving for a long time, a cup of water can moisten the esophagus and prevent being choked by hard food.

  She slowly put down her chopsticks and picked up the cup of water to take a sip.

  The whole meal was extremely quiet, and Jing Wanyu finished the bowl of porridge in front of her and three small dishes on the table before finally letting out a satisfied sigh.

  She looked at Pei Tan and said, "Thank you, sir." Especially that cup of water.

  Pei Tan had already put down his chopsticks. He was originally a light eater, and the dishes on the table today were obviously deliberately made in excess by the kitchen.

  At this time, the voice of the bailiff came from the door: "Report to your lordship, the coroner has finished examining the body and asks if you will cremate it tomorrow."

  Unidentified corpses cannot be confirmed as identities and are directly sealed and closed in the Temple of Justice.

  At this time, Jing Wanyi's expression changed slightly. Before she could even react, Pei Tan beside her had already said, "Let's do it then."

  It's all in vain if things go on like this.

  After the official left, Jing Yuanniang's expression was strange, and she suddenly asked: "Sir, why did you bury him so quickly? Why not post a notice in the city to ask if anyone is missing?"

  An unidentified corpse isn't necessarily really nameless; if someone from a family happens to come out and claim it, wouldn't that match up?

  Pei Tan looked at Jing Wanyu and said, "The body was found outside the city, and its identity has been basically confirmed as a candidate who came to Chang'an for the imperial examination. Even if notices were posted in the city of Chang'an, no one would have recognized him since he had traveled thousands of miles from home."

  Since the deceased was not a resident of Chang'an City, how could they go post notices to search for him?

  This is naturally the basis for the verdict of the Temple of Great Justice. Every day in Chang'an, there are many cases of all kinds, and it's not possible for the Temple to find clues to crack every single one, although some may seem ruthless, but this is reality.

  Jing Wan'er seemed to be deep in thought as she looked at Pei Tan. Pei Tan said: "What do you want to say?"

  It seemed like she was hesitating, and after a moment, Jing Yuanyu said: "Sir, the knife wounds on the corpse, didn't the coroner find anything unusual?"

  Jing Wanner was the one who had "intimate contact" with the corpse. Although it was dark and lightless inside the coffin, Jing Wanner could feel every inch of the corpse's skin under her more clearly because of this...

  Pei Tan felt something was off, "What do you think the autopsy should reveal?"

  Jing Wan'er blinked at this time. Pei Tan's expression was really ignorant, could it be that the majestic Da Li Temple's coroner didn't even notice such an obvious wound?

  "Although there are many knife wounds on the corpse, only one is fatal. Can these morticians tell you, sir?"

  Pei Tan looked at the girl's face: "I know."

  Jing Wan'er's expression was a bit strange: "That adult must also know that, except for the deadly knife blade at the heart, all the other wounds were cut after the deceased died?"

  The expressions of Lord Pei and Guard Pei both changed in an instant.

  Jing Wanyi realized that she had guessed correctly, and many things about the corpse were not clear to Pei Tan, who was the head of the Dali Temple.

  The reason is that the forensic doctor told him that the "autopsy result" was normal.

  But why didn't Yu tell Pei the truth?

  What is his purpose of hiding the truth?

  "How can you tell if it's a post-mortem wound?" or "How to distinguish between pre-mortem and post-mortem injuries."

  "I've dealt with corpses in the palace before, ones that were flogged to death and then sent over. After death, because the skin loses its vitality, the color of the wounds will be different, making it easy to distinguish."

  The last sentence is saying that an experienced doctor, it's impossible to not see such an obvious thing. But the fact is either the doctor really can't see or he was deceived by Bai Tong.

  Once the body is cremated, there will be no evidence of death. Moreover, the body was only brought to the Grand Temple today, and tomorrow it will be hastily cremated and buried, which in Jing Yu'er's opinion is even more suspicious.

  "Sir, if you don't believe me, you can go and see for yourself before the body is dealt with."

  Jing Wanyi may not be a coroner, but the number of corpses she has touched with her hands is probably no less than any coroner. Unexpectedly,

  At night, the bailiff guarding the morgue was drowsy and about to fall asleep. The corpse wouldn't grow legs and run away after all. This job is basically just a sinecure.

  When Pei spoke, the yamen runners' shouting had already been heard for nearly two miles.

  When he opened his eyes and saw Pei Tan, three souls were scared away by two and a half souls. "Big, big man!"

  The yamen runner scrambled up and fell down with a thud.

  Pei Tan said nothing, but stared at the door and said faintly, "Open the door."

  The bailiff fumbled and took out the key from his waist, immediately rushed over to open the door.

  As soon as the door opened, the stench became even more unbearable and pungent, and all the officials struggled to hold back their urge to vomit.

  Pei Tan has taken the lead and walked in first.

  "Your Honor!" The bailiff, somewhat dispirited, subconsciously called out, "The corpse has already been examined by the coroner today, and the cause of death has also been reported to Your Honor. May I ask what else you wish to see?"

  Pei Tan didn't bother with him and just glanced at him: "Take the door with you."

  The yamen runner gritted his teeth and closed the door again.

  Jing Wan'er was calm and composed, this smell, she had been accustomed to it for five years.

  The corpse was laid out on the autopsy table, covered with a white cloth, revealing the bulging dark blood color.

  Pei Tan slowly stretched out his hand wrapped in a handkerchief and lifted the white cloth covering the corpse.

  The corpse's appearance was extremely frightening. This entire body was indeed the most miserable, even in the Dalu Temple, it was rare to see someone with such a difficult-to-look-at death.

  But then he looked at Pei Tan and continued to pull the white cloth down, all the way to the corpse's feet.

  Pei stood beside the corpse's feet and lit an oil lamp.

  Jing Wan'er pointed to the wound on the corpse and said, "Your Honor, please take a look. The corpse was killed by a single knife stab in the chest, and the wound is red and purple. The deceased didn't even have time to struggle when they died."

  Pai Tan had already seen it, that chest wound, flesh and blood bulging out in a gruesome manner.

  "How does the coroner describe the cause of death?" Jing Yu'er asked casually.

  In fact, from Pei Tan's expression, it was already clear that what she said and what she did were not the same.

  "He was killed by a chaotic knife chase, with excessive blood loss." Although the coroner said that the wound to the heart and mouth was fatal, his focus was on the fact that the deceased had been hacked at randomly, which implied that the deceased had died at the hands of bandits.

  Jing Wan'er shook her head, and after a moment said: "The corpse had not been slashed by knives before death. So many wounds were all made after he died."

  Jing Yuanyu pulled out a handkerchief from her sleeve and said slowly: "You have offended me, sir."

  Then she wrapped a handkerchief around her two fingers like a glove and slowly inserted the finger into a wound on the deceased.

  Inside, there were already white worms.

  Pei Tan said: "......"

  "Sir, don't you think these knife wounds are too neat?"

  Chaotic sword, chaotic is quite chaotic, but looking closely at each knife mouth, they are all so neat and clean.

  When did bandits who block roads and rob people have such exquisite knife skills?

  Pei Shuaiwei's eyes sank down.

  Jing Wan'er quickly took off the handkerchief from her hand and threw it into the candle flame to burn.

  The Pei family guards were well-trained, and each of them had practiced sword fighting for over a decade to achieve such skills.

  The deceased was completely disfigured, including his face, which had numerous knife wounds, all of which were inflicted intentionally.

  No bandits, no robbers, from start to finish it was a targeted killing.

  Just then, Jing Wanyu suddenly froze, staring at one of the corpse's hands. The hand was slender and weak, but between the thumb and index finger, there was a layer of calluses visible to the naked eye.

  "This hand often holds a pen." What kind of person would often hold a pen? Only a scholar.

  "An adult, plotting to kill a candidate during the imperial examination should be a serious crime, shouldn't it?" Jing Yu'er said lightly.

  In the morgue, three people were silent for a moment. The bailiff was waiting nervously outside and was startled again by Pei Tan, who had come out of the door unexpectedly.

  "Big, big person!?"

  "Have the body temporarily not buried, order people to post notices in the city, and ask if there are any missing persons."

  The yamen runner's eyes widened: "Yes, yes, sir..."

  Jing Wantong didn't know that the coffin she had temporarily crawled into would actually give rise to a case.

  "Capable of killing a person with one knife, even the deceased has no time to react, it's enough to show that he is a professional killer. In Chang'an City, only aristocratic families have the ability to raise dead soldiers, but being able to make an aristocratic family take action to kill someone, this person must not be an ordinary candidate who came to Beijing for the imperial examination."

  Pei Tan looked at the girl without a word, and this ring after ring became a premeditated murder case.

  Jing Wan'er said: "The coroner was bought, and before the Thousand Bulls brought the body into Chang'an, someone had already set up a backhand."

  The body was disguised as an unidentified corpse and intentionally abandoned on the official road, so that it would be discovered by the Qian Niuwei who were patrolling the city walls, and then brought back.

  A wealthy family wants to buy a person, that's easy, the salary of a coroner in a large temple for ten years may not be worth a single silver note.