At Teno' clock in the evening, in the Special Investigation Group's office, Zhao Yu complained to Zeng ke,"there are 11 videotapes in total, and the total time is more than 400 minutes. But, you tell me that there is no effective comparison?"
"The hands, shoes, legs, and feet of the photographer were exposed in so many places. Is there no way to prove that it was Kang Ziqing himself?"
"Team leader," Zeng ke explained,"the problem is not in the video, but in Kang Ziqing!"
"Kang Ziqing is dead. His body's data is too little! We don't even know how tall he is!"
"Impossible!" Zhao Yu shouted,"what does the welfare Institute do? Didn't you arrange for a doctor to check on Kang Ziqing regularly?"
"The doctor only paid attention to his health and didn't leave any useful data!" Zeng ke replied helplessly,"besides, Kang Ziqing is in a vegetative state. He doesn't have any friends or relatives to take care of him. Their regular check-ups are just a formality!"