"Du Li..." The shopkeeper frowned for a while and said firmly, "Yes! There is indeed such a person, but he left about a month and a half ago!"

Mei Zihan's eyebrows and eyes were instantly entangled, thinking that the past so long, I was probably going a long way. Even if I wanted to find someone in this huge Luoyang city, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The shopkeeper asked him in a low voice: "What? That scholar...he is in high school?"

"No, he gave up the exam." Mei Zihan said, his tone slightly indifferent.

"Give up the exam?" The shopkeeper found it incredible, "How could this happen... The scholar studied hard at that time, and in our eyes, he was quite talented! We all thought he was likely to be on the list this time!"

Mei's eyes drooped slightly from the cold, and thoughts emerged. "I am also puzzled by this matter. This candidate has always been the first in the several provincial examinations in Binzhou. With his qualifications, he is very likely to stand out in the palace examination and rank in the top three. As for why he gave up the exam, I also want to ask in person." He suddenly thought, "Have he said something before he left? Or, what happened?"

"If I really think about it, something unusual has happened." The more the shopkeeper recalled, the more hesitant hesitated. "The villain remembered that just one day in the middle of the month, a group of people suddenly came to the inn to look for him, took him to a place with few people in the backyard, and gave him something."

Mei Zihan's eyes were aggravated: "What?"

The shopkeeper's mouth twitched, revealing a hint of embarrassment: "Since the lord asked, I'm not afraid of bad luck when I said it. It was a person's body, as if it was specially sent to him for recognition..."

"The corpse?" Mei Zihan was shocked, "Whose corpse?"

The shopkeeper pursed and said, "We watched from the side, and I don't know who it was. It was a girl who died for a while. Maybe it was a relative of the scholar, or a good friend? Because he knelt beside the corpse and cried all day long, crying so sadly..."

Mei Zixiao's heart was filled with doubts: "What's next?"

"Later?" the shopkeeper thought about it again, "The scholar was in a downturn and could not even pay the house. How could he have the money to do the funeral for the dead? But for some reason, he suddenly became rich after a few days. Not only did he settle the house for several months, but he also placed the body, and then he couldn't say it."

Mei Zihan asked, "Did he mention where he was going on the day he checked the bill and said he would go?"

"No, he said he was leaving. We all thought he was going back to his hometown to give up the funeral and went back to Beijing to take the exam in a few days, but who would have thought that he would give up without saying a word? What a pity..." The shopkeeper sighed repeatedly, glanced inadvertently, and took the opportunity to see someone coming in from the guest in the hall, and called out, "Hey? Wugui!"

A tall and thin man at the door looked up suddenly. His name was Zhang Wugui. Everyone on the street knew him. He was an unemployed vagrant who specialized in doing some speculative work for people and came here for dinner on a daily basis.

"Wugui, come, I'll ask you something." The shopkeeper waved to him. When he walked to the counter, he asked him in front of Mei Zihan, "Do you still remember that the scholar named Du who lives here was taken away by you more than a month ago? Do you know where he went?"

Wugui secretly glanced at Mei Zihan, feeling something was wrong. He was afraid that someone would come to trouble the scholar, so he didn't want to be implicated, so he acted as if he was not involved in his own affairs, and his eyes were sloppy and said casually: "What scholar? I don't know..."

Mei Zihan looked at him with a pair of cold eyes: "The scholar is called Du Li. If you know his whereabouts, please tell him the truth."

Wugui was a little shocked by his aura, and the shopkeeper hurriedly advised him: "This is the Grand Tutor, he is the imperial official. He must have something important to come to find Du Li today. You know what you know, don't hide it!"

Wugui's heart beat, and when he heard that he was an official, he immediately became weak. He looked at Mei Zihan again with a cowardly look. Seeing that he was still staring at him coldly, he became even more afraid. He changed into a humble look and spread his hands to ask him to sit down and speak at the table in the corner.
Chapter completed!