At this moment, he held the skull, gently rubbing each subtle groove with his fingertips, as if engaging in a silent conversation with the deceased beyond death.
Zhang Yean, a hint of teasing smile on her face, spoke up, "Who would have thought, all the muscles are gone, yet the teeth remain so strong?"
Wan stood beside, hurriedly nodding in agreement to Zhang Yean's words, "Yes, the durability of these teeth is truly unusual, it feels like there's a hidden story behind it."
Speaking, he couldn't help but lean forward slightly to take a closer look at the teeth on the maxilla.
Contrary to their relaxed demeanor, Jiang An was integrating and analyzing every little discovery.
He was full of confusion, as if caught in layers of fog.
Why did the deceased suffer such a severe head blow, yet the face, especially the teeth, were unscathed?
Earlier, when his finger touched the teeth, he detected a slight wobble.
