"Of course."

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

"As far as I know, all the regular hospitals in New York State no longer use polyacrylamine for breast augmentation surgery for women."

When Lacey on the side heard this, she answered and asked:

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

"That's right."

Receiving an affirmative reply from the old medical examiner, Lacey blinked and turned to look at Roan.

Seeing Lacey's gaze, Luo An 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 to the sound of gunshots.

If a few gunshots don't go out one day, New Yorkers won't be able to sleep.

But when the guns are fired, someone is injured, and the wounded need to be treated.

The United States is a country that adheres to the capitalist line of development, and when there is demand, it naturally provides supply.

Therefore, such a thing as underground black clinics has sprung up in the underground world of New York, and it is distributed in various districts.

It is impossible to completely figure out these black clinics, except for the IRS, neither the NYPD nor the FBI.

Hearing what Luo An shook her head and said, Lacey suddenly frowned, and she also thought of this.

Just as she was about to say something, Luo An suddenly looked up at the old forensic doctor and asked:

"Do you have any thoughts on the doctor who performed breast augmentation on these girls about his technique or technique?"

"Technique or technique?"

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

With his hands folded in front of his chest and thought about it carefully, the old forensic doctor finally said in a deep voice:

"When this doctor performs breast augmentation surgery, he uses a multi-layered repeated puncture injection method to diffuse and distribute the hydrogel in the breast tissue.

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

“Sorry。”

Hearing the old forensic doctor spit out a lot of professional words, Lacey's face was dazed, and she hurriedly waved her hand and asked:

"Can you tell you the conclusion directly?"

The old forensic doctor immediately rolled his eyes when he heard this, and Luo An on the side held his chin and nodded thoughtfully:

"What you mean is that this doctor is very experienced in breast augmentation surgery, and most likely even an expert in this area."

The old forensic doctor nodded in satisfaction, and then threw Lacey a "look at people" look.

Lacey: "......"

Just then, Lacey's phone rang suddenly.

After pressing the answer button and chatting briefly, Lacey tilted her head to look at Luo An:

"The girl who survived the operation is all done, and she has just woken up, are we going to ask her now?"

"Of course."

Luo An nodded, chatted briefly with the old forensic doctor, and turned to leave the NYPD's dissecting room.

——

Hospitals, corridors.

Luo An walked in the direction of the elevator, and Lacey on the side held a folder, introducing the girl's relevant information as she walked:

"Janel Scrodov, 21 years old, Ukrainian.

Three years ago in the fall, she flew from Kyiv to John F. Kennedy International Airport on a two-year tourist visa. ”

"Ukrainians?"

Luo An raised his eyebrows, tilted his head and thought about it, and continued to ask:

"Does she have relatives in New York?"

“No。”

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

Janelle's parents are both Ukrainian, and the rest of her relatives are Ukrainian.

According to customs information, Janel came to New York and lived in a hotel suite. But Mona had just checked the hotel's check-in records, and Janel hadn't stayed there at all.

In fact, the day after Janel arrived in New York, she completely lost contact. ”

After listening to Lacey's narration, Luo An's brows furrowed, the elevator door opened, and he walked with Lacey to the girl's hospital room.

Janelle, who was wrapped in bandages in many parts of her body, was lying on the hospital bed, and when Roan and Lacey pushed the door open and entered the room, she was silently crying silently.

After a brief glance at Janelle, Luo Ann found that she was indeed a beautiful woman who conformed to the aesthetics of Europeans, took out the FBI's golden badge from her pocket, and said:

"Hello, Janelle, we're the FBI, can you ask a few questions?"

“FBI？”

Janeelle was slightly stunned, and subconsciously wanted 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 took out a few pieces of paper from the side and gently wiped Janel clean.

"Thank you."

Janeelle cast a grateful look at Lacey, thanked her in a hoarse voice, and then turned to look at Juan:

"Are you FBI in charge of investigating this case?

I beg you, you must catch them! There are a lot of girls out there just like me. ”

"Of course, that's why we're here."

Luo An tilted his head to look at Lacey, who immediately took out a small notebook from her pocket, ready to record key information that might be useful for the rest of the day.

After receiving Luo An's affirmative reply, Janel didn't talk nonsense and immediately recounted the whole incident.

When she was 18 years old, Janel saw an advertisement for a modeling agency in a newspaper in rural Ukraine, saying that she could take them to New York to make a lot of money as models.

Young girls who don't have much social experience to become models always have aspirations, so Janel didn't hesitate for too long and dialed the number in the newspaper.

At a company in Kyiv, after a simple physical fitness test and identity check, Janel was successfully boarded on a plane to New York.

Sitting on the plane, Janel thought it was her first step towards success in life.

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

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

That day, John was very nice to me, not only showing me around the sights of New York, but also taking me to eat 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 chained.

Soon after, John walked in and told me that if I dared to resist, he would kill me and my family.

Then he took two other men and strengthened me for three whole days......"

At this point, Janelle's face turned pale and she couldn't stop crying.

Hearing this, Lacey's face was ugly, and while whispering to comfort her, she picked up the paper and helped Janeel wipe away her tears again.

Luo An's expression remained unchanged when he saw this, but he also shook his head in his heart.

There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world, the free one is the most expensive, and this saying applies everywhere.

After a few minutes, Janelle's mood stabilized, and when Lacey saw this, after a few words of simple comfort, she asked in a low voice:

"Janelle, where is John imprisoning you?"

"I don't know."

Janeel shook her head, choked up and replied:

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

But every time I went out to sell my cause, John would blindfold me. ”

Hearing this, Lacey frowned, and just looked at Luo An, Janel suddenly said:

"But I know one thing."

(End of chapter)