"Good morning, doctor."

Outside the back door, Ethan's figure appeared, he put down his raised foot, and walked in with a smile.

Quake tried to get up with his hands and feet, but was slipped up by Esenti, dragged all the way in and pressed to the chair: "Where are you in a hurry?" ”

Phillips tapped the sunglasses on his hand and said with a smile:

"You're too rude to let me speak, do you want to try again?"

Quake looked at the three men around him and gritted his teeth and sat in his chair.

After seeing that he was honest, Phillips nodded:

"I've checked your information, and your medical license has been revoked, and the one just now was a client looking for your breast augmentation, right, this is a felony."

Quake slapped the shoe print off his chest and took a few heavy breaths, "I don't offer any surgery here. ”

"It was my friend, and she asked me to help see the results of the breast augmentation, and that's it."

"I see."

Phillips shook his leather shoes: "So what did you just run?" ”

"I don't like the police."

Quake thought of something, and said fearlessly, "I don't like you in black either, can I?" ”

As the two of them talked, Ethan looked around the room.

Where they were, it was an office, and there weren't even filing cabinets.

There was also a large door next to it, with frosted glass on it, and a large lock on the doorknob.

He grabbed the lock and shook it, it was incomparably strong.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Caught by the movement, Quake turned around and shouted, "You don't have the right to do this, where is the search warrant?" ”

"Who told you I needed a search warrant?"

Ethan noticed the key he hung on his waist and forcibly snatched it directly: "I'm not a policeman." ”

"Waterfa?"

Quake spread his hands and looked at Phillips, "Aren't you from the FBI?" Just watching? ”

Phillips took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped it carefully against his sunglasses.

His performance made the corners of Quake's eyes twitch with anger.

After a few attempts, I quickly found the corresponding key.

Pushing the door open, a small operating room came into view, and on the table next to the operating table, seven or eight pairs of silicone bags were placed in order from small to large.

Ethan smiled at Quake and rummaged through it.

"It's an illegal practice of medicine, right?"

Hank walked up behind Quake and slapped him the shoulder.

"Don't think I don't know the law." Quake sweated on his forehead, and he frequently looked back at Ethan in the operating room, "The evidence you searched for like this is illegal. ”

"Listen."

Phillips snapped his fingers a few times, drawing Quake's attention:

"You can do this with me, but I can assure you that in the end, things will get complicated and boring, your business will not be able to continue, and you will definitely lose."

Hank grabbed Quake's face with both hands, making him look at Phillips and wink at Ethan, who was searching.

"Or."

Phillips raised his voice, distracting his concentration:

"You can answer me a few questions, and if the answers satisfy me, we haven't met today, and your business can continue."

"How's that, interested?"

"Okay." Quake was held down by Hank and had to give up struggling: "What do you want to know?" ”

"Body modification."

"I'm listening."

"Are you still doing it?"

"Occasionally."

Hearing the sound of ping-pong bells inside, Quake replied casually.

The noise quickly stopped, and Ethan stepped out of it and sat down at a table next to him.

Seeing him empty-handed, Quake breathed a sigh of relief.

Hank also let go of the hands that were holding him at the right time to make him less nervous.

Phillips put down Erlang's leg and stared at him with sharp eyes: "So, you must have had some very perverted surgery, right?" ”

"The ones I refuse to do, even more perverted."

Quake shook his head and said, "The people now, they're so crazy that you can't believe it. ”

"Good."

Phillips stood up and walked over to Quake and looked down at him:

"Hand over all your medical records, and we'll leave right away."

"Are you kidding?" Quake met his gaze without fear: "How can I keep medical records if I do this." ”

"All the guests come here, I only accept cash and never ask for their personal information."

"Whatever you want to know, I don't have what you're looking for here."

"Do you think I'll believe your?" Phillips pulled up a chair and sat down face to face with him: "Tell me the truth, or I'll take you away." ”

"I'm starting to think that what I just told you is not worth it, that you are going too far."

Quake reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone:

"I'm going to call the lawyer, you can talk to him."

"Forget it."

Ethan stepped forward and patted Phillips on the shoulder: "It seems that he really doesn't know anything, let's go." ”

After speaking, he squeezed him on the shoulder.

Phillips stood up, though a little confused.

Based on his experience, this Quake must know something, but at this time, it is not suitable to argue with his companions, and it is a big deal to wait and come back.

"I'm not happy with this conversation, Dr. Quake."

Phillips took the business card out of his pocket and handed it over: "If you are a smart person, I suggest you call me." ”

Seeing this, Quake put down his phone.

He took the card and sneered at Phillips.

Hank followed them, and the three of them left the dry cleaner that sold dog meat on sheep's heads.

Returning to the Chevrolet SUV, Ethan stopped.

"What is this for, I haven't used the means yet?"

Phillips spread his hands, indicating that he had a lot of ways to force him to speak.

"There was no fear in his eyes, not a trace of it."

Facing the puzzled gazes of the two of them, he reached out and took out a camera from his jacket and shook it at them: "He won't say important things, so there's no need to talk to him." ”

"What's in this camera might help."

Hank held out his arm, "Good job." ”

"Thank you."

Ethan clashed his fist with him, then turned on the camera: "He hid it tightly, but I was able to find it." ”

The camera flipped quickly under Ethan's press, and the photos on the screen flipped rapidly.

It's all a list of photos that record the post-operative situation, so that Quake can make a better judgment during the follow-up visit.

Looking at the anti-human photos inside, all three of them frowned.

"In my opinion."

Hank reached out and tapped the screen, "Everyone in this area has the potential to be a serial killer." ”

"There are dozens of people in here, do we have to look for them all?"

Ethan put away his camera and lit his cigarette:

"Perhaps, we're going to go to last night's bar again."

(End of chapter)