After Su Yuanyi followed Hu Hui into the neighborhood, on the way, the four of them walked while talking about some things in the middle of forensic work. "A while back, one of the victims I autopsied had his neck cut by the head of a scythe." "Sicklehead?" Quoth the curiosity, "A case in the countryside?" "Yes," Su Yuan Yi sighed, "after that deceased died, he was buried in the mountain, and if it wasn't for the fact that there happened to be some local people who went up the mountain to dig up all the sweet potatoes, it would have been impossible for them to find him." "If it's not found, this body will be buried in the barren mountains, and in a few years it will become a pile of white bones, and then we won't even know how it died, right?" Qu was whiny interested in this. Su Yuanyi smiled and shook his head, "That won't be the case, how the deceased died, most of us forensic pathologists are able to recognize how they died after go
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