He quickly opened the autopsy report and sat around and observed carefully. Even Lin Hui, who had not yet adapted to face the photos of the corpse, was forcing himself to endure the boredom in his chest and forcing him not to miss any details.

However, the autopsy report was reviewed by everyone over and over again, and it was almost broken and there was no information at all.

"Actually, this is normal." Song He glanced at his companions who were a little confused, and he began to continue to look through the autopsy report unwillingly: "If the information is really so easy to find, Team Zhang and the others would not have delayed the case for more than ten years."

"There is no other way. Let me simulate Kong Xiangtian's status before his death based on the autopsy report. You can count the detailed data, which may also be implied information."

When everyone heard this, they nodded, spread the photos and reports on the conference table, and began to conduct statistical analysis of each wound.

With the assistance of Zhou Kai and Lin Hui, Song He quickly simulated Kong Xiangtian's condition after being tied up in his mind according to the autopsy report and practiced his experiences and behaviors.

After a while, Song He closed his wrists in front of him, trying to move to the greatest extent, and touching various positions on his body: "Kong Xiangtian's hands were always tied together, but they were not tied behind him, so his hands had a certain degree of freedom of movement."

Seeing this, Zhou Kai immediately understood Song He's intention and thought: "Judged based on the binding marks on his wrist, his range of movement is actually not large. If you want to leave death information, you can only limit it to a very small range."

Song He nodded: "So you need to focus on checking the chest, abdomen, thighs and other positions."

At this time, Wu Xuerui and the other two had completed the statistics. When they heard Song He's words, they approached and said, "Not only, the face, neck and other positions need to be checked."

When Song He heard this, he glanced at Wu Xuerui. Seeing that her expression was plain but her eyes were confused, he knew that she had gained something.

So Song He hurriedly asked: "How is it?"

"He has many scars on his body." Wu Xuerui organized the following words: "From top to bottom, there were many fractures on his face and many bruises. It was obvious that he was beaten during his lifetime, and he had experienced it many times."

"Then there was a very obvious strangle mark on the neck, and there were scratches around the strangle marks, which were caused by his attempt to pull the rope with both hands when he struggled. The scapula bleeding subcutaneously and muscles were typical of being strangled."

"There are more bruises from the neck to the lower abdomen, and there are also some bone cracks on the ribs. There are scars caused by blunt attacks on the internal organs, but they did not cause internal bleeding."

"As for the thigh position you mentioned, the position with the least scars on the body. It was identified that there were some bruises on the outside of the leg, and a slight scar on the inner side of the left leg."

"besides"

"Wait a minute" Song He suddenly spoke out and asked in confusion: "What type of scars are there on the inner side of the thigh?"

Wu Xuerui said: "Abrasion. The skin is caused by excessive friction. Forensic identification of the time when the wound is formed during the kidnapping."

"This position" Song He frowned: "What did the kidnappers do to leave scars at this position of Kong Xiangtian? I remember the photos of the scars that were not in place. This is left by Kong Xiangtian himself."

Ma Xuexian quickly found the corresponding photo and handed it over. Song He took it and showed it to everyone, and he gestured: "Look at the direction of the scars. If Kong Xiangtian was sitting, even if he was tied with his wrist, he could easily make such scars with his right hand."

"But if the scar was caused by the gangster, it would take a very disgusting and weird posture to do it."

Song He's words immediately made everyone outline a picture in their minds, and they couldn't help but feel chills in their hearts. The eyes that looked at Song He also clearly conveyed the words "perverted".

Wu Xuerui gave Song He a blank look. Before she could complain, Song He was the first to ask: "Where are similar scars?"

Wu Xuerui paused for a moment and said a few positions.

Song He thought about it for a moment and shook his head and said, "No, those scars are not something he can do, so it is very likely that this is the information he left behind."

"Information" Zhou Kai thought about it and couldn't help but frown, "Is there anything to say about this position?"

Lin Hui pushed the glasses on his nose and thought, "Will it be reminding us through homophones or acronyms?"

Song He fell into deep thought when he heard this, and Ma Xuexian began to murmur: "The homophonetic word is not correct to repel it. The abbreviation dt gangster is not correct, the carpet is not correct, and it is even more wrong to take it alone."

Zhou Kai looked at Ma Xuexian speechlessly, feeling that his thoughts were interrupted. He finally calmed down and thought about a direction. He quickly raised it before he was disturbed by Ma Xuexian:

"Would it be a gambler?"

Song He raised his head when he heard this, turned his eyes and said, "If you have this, you may write it down first."

At this time, Lin Hui suddenly spoke: "There is a square in Xiucheng called Dongtang Cultural Center. Will it mean there?"

"Impossible." Gu Xiaole, who had a very weak presence, said: "Thirteen years ago, there were very prosperous places, especially during the Chinese New Year. There were so many people, so it was impossible for the kidnappers to choose there."

Lin Hui nodded when he heard this and began to think again.

Song He used his brain with all his might, but suddenly he realized that Wu Xuerui looked at him with a silence, and asked, "Xiaoxue, what did you think of?"

"Although this is very likely a message left by Kong Xiangtian, my question is not about this scar." Wu Xuerui said, picking up a photo and said, "This scar is similar to that scratch, and it is located further upside the back of the left leg."

"The scar is very shallow and small. If there were no bruises around, I wouldn't even be photographed by the forensic doctor."

"What I care most about is how this scar is formed."

Song He took the photo and observed it carefully.

I saw a wound less than five millimeters in the corner of the photo. The wound was oval in overall shape. Although it had scabbed on the photo, the color was extremely light, and it seemed that there was only a small piece of superficial skin missing.

Song He thought for a moment and soon realized something was wrong.

There are many bruises around this small wound, but there is only one wound with broken skin. Judging from the time the wound was formed, it was obviously only about two days, just during the period when Kong Xiangtian was kidnapped.

Song He quickly analyzed: "Skin defects indicate that the things that caused the injury at that time had directly acted on the wound location and there were no clothes separated."

"Strictly speaking, this position belongs to the buttocks, and the criminals will not easily contact it, so this wound is probably caused by Kong Xiangtian himself."

The two did not avoid their companions in their conversation, and this new discovery immediately attracted their attention.

Ma Xuexian, who stopped talking to himself, asked: "In other words, Kong Xiangtian caused a wound on his left leg and hip, hoping to convey some key information to us."

Song He nodded: "It should be so. And for the sake of investigation, his information should not be difficult to guess. It is probably the homonym or abbreviation that Lin Hui said."

Ma Xuexian said in confusion: "But the two are still dt together."
Chapter completed!