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As Chang Annchun and the others found themselves at a loss in the face of this predicament, even more alarming news arrived from Cairo: all members of the excavation team had suddenly died in the cave.
The announcement sent shockwaves through everyone, leaving them utterly stunned.
While there had been instances in the past where scientific expedition members had died unexpectedly in tombs, usually determined by forensic examination to be due to some unknown bacterial infection, such a large-scale incident of sudden deaths could hardly be explained by mere bacteria.
The collective demise of the expedition team was like a stone thrown into a tranquil lake, instantly stirring up a torrent of rumors and speculation across various countries.
Under this immense pressure, research efforts were inevitably forced to come to a halt once again, and the Black Head could only be temporarily secured in the museum's heavily guarded safe.
As experts from various nations departed one after another in disappointment, Chang Annchun felt an overwhelming sense of loss and frustration deep within.
He slowly opened the safe, his eyes fixated on the Black Head, which had already brought about one disaster after another. He fell into a profound state of contemplation and confusion.
Could it be that the curse lingering for millennia still possessed an irresistible and formidable power?
Suddenly, Chang Annchun's pupils dilated sharply as he clearly observed that the black gelatinous substance on the head was beginning to flow slowly.
No, no, no... This was not just an ordinary flow; it resembled a violent boiling state.
A bubble began to form on the black surface of the head's cheek, not transparent but shimmering with an unusual and eerie glow.
With a sharp "pop!" the bubble burst instantly, splattering liquid directly onto Chang Annchun's face.
Chang Annchun let out a cry and staggered backward, hurriedly using his hands to wipe away the black liquid from his face in a panic.
The liquid was extremely viscous, resembling the glue or paste one would typically use.
Chang Annchun stared blankly at the oily substance in his palm, filled with confusion and disbelief. How could this black, gelatinous material that had taken everyone months of effort and various methods to remove suddenly fall away on its own at this moment?
Just then, a faint sound of water came from the safe. Instinctively, Chang Annchun turned his gaze toward the sound and saw the black gelatinous substance on the head slowly melting at a visible rate, gradually trickling down along the surface of the skull.
It was indeed flowing!
Chang Annchun stared unblinkingly, completely focused on the skull. As the black substance continued to melt away, the gray bony layer that had been covered began to gradually reveal itself.
By the time the black liquid flowed out of the safe and spread beneath Chang Annchun's feet, the skull was fully exposed before him.
Queen Suri finally revealed her true form, hidden for a thousand years. This scene was utterly incredible and hard to believe.
Yet Chang Annchun had to admit that this was an undeniable fact. All his archaeological knowledge seemed pale and useless at this moment, as it could not explain the strange phenomena occurring before him!
"Why is this happening?" Chang Annchun murmured as he gazed into the deep-set eye sockets of the skull, his eyes filled with bewilderment and confusion.
Despite repeatedly explaining in detail to experts from various countries what he had witnessed with his own eyes, it seemed no one was willing to believe his words.
However, no one dared to question the undeniable fact that the black gelatinous substance on the surface of the skull had fallen away on its own.
Perhaps this is where the instinct and weakness of human nature lie. When something occurs that is exceedingly exaggerated and beyond reason, and the existing knowledge cannot provide a reasonable explanation, the only response people can often muster is silence.
Chang Annchun personally experienced and witnessed the entire sequence of events, yet he remained utterly perplexed by it all.
From a scientifically rigorous perspective, the black gelatinous substance on the head could not have simply fallen off by itself; from a supernatural and mysterious viewpoint, the incantation at the top of the skull remained clearly visible, and Jacques' Curse seemed to have not vanished. So what factors led to such an astonishing outcome?
Chang Annchun suddenly recalled a quote from Arthur Conan Doyle: "When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth..."
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