"Of course."
Seeing the expression on Luo An's face, the old forensic doctor chuckled, put the blue covering cloth back on the body, and continued:
"As far as I know, all regular hospitals in New York State no longer use polyacrylamide for breast augmentation surgeries 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?"
"That's right."
After receiving a positive reply from the old forensic doctor, Lacey blinked and turned to look at Luo An.
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 the good habit of falling asleep to the sound of gunfire.
If a few gunshots are not heard one day, New Yorkers will not be able to sleep well.
However, when gunshots ring out, someone is bound to be injured, and injuries require medical treatment.
The United States is a country that adheres to the capitalist development path, and it will naturally provide supply when there is demand.
Therefore, things like underground black clinics have mushroomed in the underground world of New York and are distributed in various districts.
It is impossible for the NYPD or the FBI to completely figure out these black clinics except the IRS.
Hearing what Luo An said while shaking his head, Lacey frowned suddenly, and she also thought of this.
Just when she wanted to say something, Luo An suddenly looked up at the old forensic doctor and asked:
"The doctor who performed breast augmentation surgery on these girls, do you have any opinion on his technique or technique?"
"Method or technique?"
Hearing Luo An's question, the old forensic doctor suddenly raised his eyebrows. He really didn't expect this.
He folded his hands in front of his chest and thought about it carefully. The old forensic doctor finally said in a deep voice:
“When this doctor performed breast augmentation surgery, he 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 tip puncturing small blood vessels, nor was there any tearing or bleeding due to the injection gap being too deep or too shallow..."
"Sorry."
Hearing the old forensic doctor spit out a lot of professional words, Lacey's face was blank, she waved her hands hurriedly and asked:
"Can you directly explain the conclusion?"
The old forensic doctor immediately rolled his eyes when he heard this, while Luo An on the side tilted his chin and nodded thoughtfully:
"What you mean is that this doctor is very experienced in breast augmentation surgery and may even be an expert in this field."
The old forensic doctor nodded with satisfaction, and then gave Lacey a "look at me" look.
Lacey: "..."
At this moment, Lacey's cell phone suddenly rang.
After pressing the answer button and chatting for a few words, Lacey tilted her head and looked at Luo An:
"The girl who survived has completed all operations and has woken up just now. Should we go and question her now?"
"certainly."
Luo An nodded, briefly chatted with the old forensic doctor, then turned and left the NYPD's autopsy room.
——
Hospital, corridor.
Luo An walked towards the elevator. Lacey was holding a folder beside her, introducing the girl's relevant information as she walked:
"Janelle Sklodov, 21 years old, Ukrainian.
In the fall of three years ago, she flew from Kiev to JFK International Airport and applied for a two-year tourist visa. "
"Ukrainian?"
Luo An raised his eyebrows, tilted his head and thought for a moment, then 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 Luo An, and explained:
“Janelle’s parents are Ukrainian, and so are her other relatives.
Information from the customs shows that Janelle came to New York and lived in a hotel suite. But Mona just checked the occupancy record of that hotel, and Janelle had never stayed there at all.
In fact, the day after Janelle arrived in New York, she completely lost contact with her. "
After listening to Lacey's narration, Luo An frowned, the elevator door opened, and he took Lacey to the girl's ward.
Janelle, who was wrapped in bandages in many parts of her body, 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, Luo An found that she was indeed a beauty that conformed to European aesthetics. He took out the FBI's golden badge from his pocket and said:
"Hello, Janelle, we are the FBI, may I ask a few questions?"
"FBI?"
Janelle was stunned for a moment 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 Janelle clean.
"Thanks."
Janelle cast a grateful look at Lacey, thanked her in a hoarse voice, and then turned to look at Luo An:
"Is your FBI responsible for investigating this case?
I beg you, catch them! There are many girls like me out there. "
"Of course, that's why we're here."
Luo An tilted his head and looked at Lacey. Lacey immediately took out a small notebook from her pocket, preparing to record key information that might be useful.
After receiving Luo An's affirmative reply, Janelle immediately recounted the entire incident without any nonsense.
When Janelle was 18 years old, she saw an advertisement for a modeling company in a newspaper in rural Ukraine, which said that they could take them to New York to make a lot of money as models.
Young girls who don’t have much social experience always have aspirations to become models, so Janelle didn’t hesitate for too long before calling the number in the newspaper.
After passing a simple physical fitness test and identity information investigation at a company in Kiev, Janelle successfully boarded a plane to New York.
Sitting on the plane, Janelle thought this was her first step towards success in life.
But she didn't expect that this was 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. He not only took me to visit the attractions in New York, but also took me to eat some delicious food in a restaurant. "
Speaking of this, Janelle's face was full of hatred and regret:
“That evening, 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 tightly bound by chains.
Soon John came in and told me that if I resisted, he would kill me and my family.
Then, he took two other men to strengthen me for three whole days..."
At this point, Janelle's face turned pale and she burst into tears.
Lacey's face turned ugly when she heard this, and while comforting her in a low voice, she picked up the paper and wiped Janelle's tears again.
Luo An's expression did not change when he saw this, but he shook his head deep down.
There is no free lunch in the world, free is the most expensive, this sentence applies everywhere.
After a few minutes, Janelle's mood stabilized. When Lacey saw this, she briefly comforted her and asked in a low voice:
"Janelle, where is the place where John imprisoned you?"
"I have no idea."
Janelle shook her head and replied with a choked voice:
“There were several basements in that place, and women like me were imprisoned in each basement.
But every time I went out to do business, John would have me blindfolded. "
After hearing this, Lacey frowned, and just when she looked at Luo An, Janelle suddenly said:
"But I know one thing."
(End of chapter)
