Standing beside Xu Jing, Mu Qing immediately noticed the strangulation mark, frowned, and said, "How could Little Dongzi have such a mark on his body? Should we ask his parents?"
Xu Jing didn't answer her question and asked instead, "Can you tell what kind of rope left this mark?"
Mu Qing was taken aback, pondered for a moment, and shook her head, "I can't tell, it doesn't look like hemp rope, nor cloth strips..."
For ordinary people, the ropes commonly used to tie things usually fall into these two categories.
Xu Jing said no more, and continued examining other parts of Little Dongzi's body, her frown deepening.
Mu Qing couldn't help but ask, "Jing, have you found anything?"
"The only place where there's a strangulation mark on Little Dongzi is above his waist, nowhere else," Xu Jing replied thoughtfully.
Xu Jing pondered aloud, "If it was only tied around his waist, he would have been able to free his hands and feet to untie the rope himself, so why didn't he?"
