The real reason is that several neighborhoods around here are mostly white families above the middle class, and there are many powerful people among them.

For example, in the remote woods where Jack is now, under normal circumstances, the mobile phone should not expect to have a half-bar signal, but now the signal is full, and the reason for this does not need to be thought through.

Jack called Jubal Valentine, who looked a little agitated on the other side, apparently suffocating by the quiet days after the last case.

"We have confirmed the identity of the girl, her fingerprint information and a long-term tourist visa match, her name is Hailey Nureyev, 22 years old, a citizen of Ukraine.

Entry information shows that she flew from Kiev to JFK International Airport the year before last, and the photo was sent to you. ”

Jack directly chose to put it out, then clicked on the mailbox, and found the photo sent by Jubal, "This girl doesn't look like a Ukrainian." ”

There is not much difference between Ukrainians and Russians, their facial features are softer than those of Europeans and Americans, and girls mostly have short round faces, small chins, straight noses, and the tip of the nose looks like a small round ball.

Therefore, there is always a stereotype among netizens in the previous life, it seems that the quality of Mao Mei is a grade higher than that of Europe and the United States, and the reason is that Mao Mei is more in line with the aesthetics of Asians.

"Hayley's mother was American, from northern California, who went abroad to study in the late '90s and fell in love with a Ukrainian, well, and then went to Ukraine and settled there until she died of illness a few years ago."

Jubal Valentin spoke intermittently, and the sound of papers churning, presumably someone was constantly supplementing him with the information he had just gathered.

Hannah leaned over and asked, "So what did Hayley do in New York?" Seek refuge with loved ones? ”

"I don't know, it looks like she should have no relatives in the United States, her mother is an only child, her grandparents have long since died, and the address shown on the visa is Sutton Suites Hotel, but we just asked about the hotel and didn't find her check-in information."

"Model or call girl?" Jack had roughly guessed what was really going on with the girl.

"I'm leaning towards the latter, and maybe both." Jubal Valentin was blunt.

At this time, Mike Taylor beckoned to the two of them, "Hey Jack, I'm getting ready to go back to the lab, our forensic doctor has already made a preliminary conclusion, do you want to come with me?" ”

Jack subconsciously glanced at the time, it was just after noon, and CSI's forensic efficiency was somewhat outrageous, so he hurriedly responded, said hello to Dana Moge and left with Hannah first.

Follow Mike Taylor's car to the CSI lab, where the equipment once again opened Jack's eyes, he thought that the CSI lab in Las Vegas was good enough, but the lab in New York was not inferior to it, and it seemed to be even better.

He saw more than a dozen high-end mass spectrometers with different functions and models, and even more instruments that he couldn't recognize but were valuable at a glance.

Mike Taylor arrives at the forensic laboratory in the basement, where a handsome-looking black forensic doctor with distinctly mixed-race characteristics is busy in front of the dissection table.

"Dr. Hawke, good work." Mike Taylor introduced the two sides to each other, the black forensic doctor named Sheldon Hawke, in his early thirties, with a beard, and a rare African American temperament.

"I compared the two bodies with the most ossification and the least decomposed, the victims who had been killed in succession over the past three years, the most recent of which had died a month earlier.

Their common debut was that each had been stabbed at least thirty times, and that the murder weapon was a five-inch-long dagger-shaped blade with a jagged side.

I also found a small patch of peeled skin of similar size above their left breast. ”

As he spoke, he lifted the white cloth covering a corpse, which was supposed to be the closest corpse he said had died.

In early spring, New York, especially along the northern bay coast of Long Island, although the humidity is very high, the temperature has been very low, although the smell of corpses is pungent, but the corruption is not very serious, at least not to the level of giants, perhaps this is also related to the fact that the corpses have been buried in the ground.

"And I found that the deceased all exhibited professional characteristics of sex workers."

"Is there any trace of an STD?" Hannah asked.

Dr. Hawke nodded, adding, "Their health is poor, almost everyone has had an abortion, and the cosmetics they use are very cheap. ”

"God, most of them are under the age of 20." Hannah hadn't shown any discomfort with the severe stench of corpses before, but she covered her mouth in shock.

"Serial killers do favor selective sex workers because they tend to be left alone, and even if they go missing, they won't be noticed."

Jack is considering whether to turn to BAU for help, and judging from the situation on the scene, it may take a long time to expect CSI to find enough evidence to advance the investigation of the case, and this case does show obvious characteristics of a serial killer.

That's when Mike Taylor seemed to notice, "What is this?" Like some kind of mark? He was referring to the location of the wound on the deceased's chest that had been peeled off, and there seemed to be some patterns remaining on the dark red muscle tissue under the blackened yellow fat particles.

"Good eyesight." Dr. Hawke put on rubber gloves and flattened the wound as much as possible, "I recorded it in the autopsy report before, and it looks like the killer deliberately removed a mark.

But it's not like a tattoo, because the tattoo usually only penetrates the ink into the dermis, and the mark has penetrated deep below the dermis and even left marks on the muscle tissue. ”

"Could it be a brand?" As soon as Jack's words came out, he rejected the speculation himself, "No, even the imprint can't be so deep." ”

Mike Taylor frowned and revealed the answer, "If it had been cut with a hot blade, it would have been like this, I have dealt with some human trafficking cases in Eastern Europe, and some Eastern European gangs will leave a mark on their slaves with the surname in a similar way. ”

The scene fell silent for a while.

It took a moment for Jack to continue, "Is there any hope of recreating the original pattern?" ”

Dr. Hawke shook his head, "The entire piece of skin has been cut off, and the body has decomposed, and there is not enough left to form a complete pattern.

My advice is to try your luck at that survivor. ”

As soon as he thought of it, Jack called Jubal directly and explained what he had found so far, and soon, Jubal gave him an affirmative answer after contacting the hospital.

"Hayley is out of danger and has regained consciousness, but she has surgery ahead, and if you move fast enough, you can have a brief visitation time in between."

Jack and Hannah turned around to say goodbye, but were stopped by Dr. Hawke, "One more thing, I found out that one of the girls had a prosthetic implant, uh, breast augmentation, but the material used is very rare, polypropylene amine. ”

"Isn't this material obsolete a long time ago? You said that most of the deceased were not more than 20 years old, but polypropylene amine implants were replaced by safer materials in the 90s. ”

Jack was a little puzzled, although his forensic skills were added by the system, there was still a big gap between him and the real forensic doctor in terms of knowledge reserves, but he was constantly learning in his daily life, which happened to belong to his current knowledge category.

"As far as I know, only in Eastern European countries is this cheap material still used." Dr. Hawke said.

Jack and Hannah left the CSI lab and rushed to Columbia and Cornell Presbyterian Hospital in New York, one of the largest and best general hospitals in New York City and the United States, with their sirens in hand.

(End of chapter)