Legendary FBI Detective Chapter 158

  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 asked:

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

   "Exactly."

  Received an 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 famous for its simple folk customs, harmony and love.

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

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

  But when a gunshot sounds, someone must be injured, and an injury needs to be healed.

  The United States is a country that adheres to the capitalist development line, and 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 suddenly, 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 surgery on these girls, what do you think of his technique or technique?"

   "Manner or technique?"

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

  Holding 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 and repeated puncture injection method to diffuse the hydrogel in the breast tissue.

  In addition, during hydrogel injection, there was no acute bleeding caused by the needle tip puncturing small blood vessels, and there was no laceration or oozing of blood caused by too deep or too shallow an injection gap..."

   "Sorry."

  Hearing the old forensic doctor spit out a lot of professional vocabulary, Lacey looked blank, 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: "…"

   Right at this moment, Lacey's cell phone rang suddenly.

  Pressed the answer button, and after a brief chat, 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, briefly chatted with the old forensic doctor, and turned to leave the NYPD's anatomy room.

  Hospital, hallway.

  Roan walked in the direction of the elevator, and Lacey held a folder beside her, and introduced the girl's relevant information as she walked:

   "Janelle Skrodov, 21 years old, Ukrainian.

  In the fall 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?"

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

   "Does she have any relatives in New York?"

   "No."

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

   “Jenelle's parents are Ukrainian, as are other relatives.

   According to the information from the customs, 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, Janelle completely lost contact the second day after she arrived in New York. "

  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 in a hoarse voice, and then turned to look at Roan:

   "Is your FBI in charge of investigating this case?

   I beg you, catch 'em! There are so many other girls like me out there. "

   "Of course, that's how we got here."

  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.

  When she was 18 years old, Janelle saw an advertisement for a modeling agency in a newspaper in the countryside of Ukraine, which said that she could take them to New York to become models and earn a lot of money.

   Young girls without much social experience always have longings for becoming a model, so Janelle called the newspaper without hesitation for too long.

  In a 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 in 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 he told me that if I resisted, he would kill me and my family.

   Then, he took two other men to strengthen me for three 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 is a woman like me imprisoned.

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

  Hearing this, Lacey frowned, and just looking at Roan, Janelle suddenly said:

   "But I know one thing."

  (end of this chapter)

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