Legendary FBI Detective

Chapter 158 The folk customs are simple, harmonious and loving

"Of course."

Seeing the expression on Roan's face, the old forensic doctor chuckled, put the blue covering cloth back on the corpse, and continued:

"As far as I know, all regular hospitals in New York State no longer use polyacrylamide as a material for breast augmentation surgery on women."

Lacey on the side heard this, and then asked:

"You mean, the only ones that still use this kind of material are those underground clinics?"

"That's right."

After receiving the affirmative answer from the old forensic doctor, Lacey blinked and turned to look at Roan.

Seeing Lacey's gaze, Roan shook his head helplessly.

"There are too many underground clinics in New York."

The city of New York has always been known for its simple folk customs, harmony and love.

Citizens have also developed a good habit of falling asleep accompanied by gunshots.

One day, if there are not a few gunshots, New Yorkers will not be able to sleep well.

But when there is a gunshot someone gets hurt, and when someone gets hurt, they need medical attention.

The United States is a country that adheres to the capitalist development line, so it is natural to provide supply when there is demand.

So things like underground black clinics have sprung up in the underground world of New York, and they are distributed in various districts.

If you want to thoroughly figure out these black clinics, except for the IRS, neither the NYPD nor the FBI can do it.

Hearing what Roan said shaking his head, Lacey frowned immediately, and she also thought of this.

Just when she was about to say something, Roan suddenly looked up at the old forensic doctor and asked:

"The doctor who performed breast augmentation on these girls, what do you think of his technique or technique?"

"Manner or technique?"

Hearing Luo An's question, the old forensic doctor immediately raised his brows, he really didn't think of this.

Putting his arms around his chest and thinking carefully, the old forensic doctor finally said in a deep voice:

"During breast augmentation surgery, this doctor used a multi-level repeated puncture injection method to diffuse the hydrogel in the breast tissue.

Moreover, during the hydrogel injection, there was no acute bleeding caused by the needle point puncturing a small blood vessel, nor was there any laceration or oozing of blood caused by the injection gap being too deep or too shallow..."

"Sorry."

Hearing a lot of professional vocabulary from the old forensic doctor, Lacey was in a daze, and hurriedly waved her hands and asked:

"Can you directly state the conclusion?"

The old forensic doctor immediately rolled his eyes when he heard the words, while Roan leaned on his chin and nodded thoughtfully:

"You mean, this doctor has a lot of experience in breast augmentation surgery, and is even very likely an expert in this field."

The old forensic doctor nodded in satisfaction, and then gave Lacey a "Look at her" look.

Lacey: "..."

At this moment, Lacey's cell phone rang suddenly.

After pressing the answer button and chatting briefly, Lacey tilted her head and looked at Roan:

"The girl who survived all the operations has been completed and she just woke up. Shall we ask her now?"

"certainly."

Roan nodded, chatted briefly with the old forensic doctor, and turned to leave the NYPD's anatomy room.

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Hospital, hallway.

Roan walked in the direction of the elevator, and Lacey held a folder on the side, and introduced the girl's relevant information while walking:

"Janelle Skrodov, 21 years old, Ukrainian.

In the autumn of three years ago, she flew from Kiev to JFK International Airport, and the visa she applied for was a two-year tourist visa. "

"Ukrainian?"

Luo An frowned, tilted his head and thought for a while, and continued to ask:

"Does she have any relations in New York?"

"No."

Lacey shook her head, closed the folder in her hand, walked into the elevator with Roan, and explained:

"Janelle's parents are Ukrainian, as are other relatives.

According to customs information, Janelle came to New York and lived in a hotel suite. But Mona just checked the check-in records of that hotel, and Janelle never stayed there.

In fact, the day after Janelle arrived in New York, she lost contact completely. "

After listening to Lacey's narration, Roan frowned, the elevator door opened, and he led Lacey to the girl's ward.

Janelle, whose body was wrapped in bandages in many places, was lying on the hospital bed. When Roan and Lacey opened the door and entered the room, she was crying silently.

After taking a brief look at Janelle, Roan found that she was indeed a beauty in line with European aesthetics. He took out the golden FBI badge from his pocket and said:

"Hi Janelle, this is the FBI, can I ask a few questions?"

"FBI?"

Janelle was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously trying to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, but her hands were all injured and she couldn't move at all.

Seeing this, Lacey hurriedly pulled out a few pieces of paper from the side, and gently wiped Janelle clean.

"Thanks."

Janelle cast a grateful look at Lacey, thanked her with a hoarse voice, and then turned to look at Roan:

"Is your FBI investigating this case?

I beg you, make sure to catch them! There are so many other girls like me out there. "

"Of course, that's where we came from."

Roan tilted his head to look at Lacey, who immediately took out a small notebook from her pocket, preparing to record key information that might be useful later.

After getting Roan's affirmative answer, Janelle didn't talk nonsense, and immediately narrated the whole incident.

At the age of 18, Janelle saw an advertisement for a modeling agency in a newspaper in rural Ukraine, which said that she could take them to New York as a model to earn a lot of money.

Young girls without much social experience always had dreams of becoming a model, so Janelle called the newspaper's number without hesitation for too long.

In a certain company in Kiev, after passing a simple physical fitness test and identity information investigation, Janelle successfully got on the plane to New York.

Janelle, who was sitting on the plane, thought this was her first step towards success in life.

But unexpectedly, this is actually the last bus for her to fall into hell.

"When I first arrived in New York, a man named John came to pick me up.

John was very nice to me that day, not only took me to see the sights in New York, but also took me to eat some food in a restaurant. "

Speaking of this, Janelle's face was full of hatred and regret:

"That night John handed me a glass of champagne and I drank it without thinking.

When I woke up the next day, I found myself lying in a basement with my limbs bound by chains.

Soon John walked in and told me that if I resisted he would kill me and my family.

Then, he brought two other men to strengthen me for three whole days..."

Speaking of this, Janelle's face was pale and she couldn't cry.

Lacey's face turned ugly when she heard this, and while comforting her in a low voice, she picked up the paper and helped Janelle wipe away her tears again.

Roan's expression remained unchanged when he saw this, but he shook his head deep in his heart.

There is no free lunch in the world, the free one is the most expensive, this sentence applies everywhere.

After a few minutes, Janelle's mood stabilized. Seeing this, Lacey briefly comforted her and asked in a low voice:

"Janelle, where is John imprisoning you?"

"I have no idea."

Janelle shook her head, choked up and replied:

"In that place, there are several basements, and in each basement are women like me imprisoned.

But every time he went out to sell cause, John would have someone blindfold me. "

Hearing this, Lacey frowned, and just as she looked at Roan, Janelle suddenly said:

"But I know one thing."

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