In the photo, Zhang Biao's left upper canine is a protruding fang.
However, when examining the corpse last night, the deceased's teeth were very flat.
Instantly, Jiang An found it somewhat incredible.
He hurriedly brought the photo closer.
After a minute, he looked up and asked, "Mr. Zhang, are you sure this is a picture of Zhang Biao while alive?"
A hint of doubt flashed across Mr. Zhang's face.
"That's right, it's him!"
"At the start of our project, we specifically hired professional photographers for shooting."
After a brief pause, Jiang An asked, "I want to take this photo away; would that be convenient?"
"Absolutely!"
"Anyway, he's no longer around, keeping the photo is useless."
Subsequently, Jiang An drew the photo from the album.
As he walked out of the office, Zhang Yean suddenly asked, "Jiang An, can this photo be of use?"
Jiang An nodded.
"It's useful! I now suspect the deceased is not Zhang Biao."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yean was momentarily stunned.
