Chapter 157 Breast augmentation surgery

"certainly!"

  Mona nodded, instantly understood what Roan meant, and immediately got up and said:

   "I'm going to check Philomena's cell phone and find out who is behind that phone number."

   As a client of a john, that man has 100% contacted the people involved in this case.

   "Good."

  Seeing that Mona understood his thoughts so quickly, Roan showed a smile on his face, and then led Lacey to the elevator.

  The elevator descended slowly. Lacey glanced at Roan who was bowing his head in thought, and a strange light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

She thought carefully about Mona's behavior these days, and found that not only did Mona guess that Roan's thoughts were getting faster and faster, but also that Mona's occasional small movements in life and work were more and more like Roan's. shadow…

  —

  NYPD, Planing Room.

   "Good morning, FBI agent."

   "Good morning, Mr. Forensic Doctor, just call me Roan."

  The white old forensic doctor in front of him, Roan is no stranger.

  In the car accident that happened because of the CIA, when Roan and Mona came to investigate Evander's body together, they met this old forensic doctor.

  The CIA agent stole Evander's computer while the old forensic doctor was obsessed with dissecting corpses.

   "Okay, Roan."

  After all, he had met Roan once, so the old forensic doctor didn't talk nonsense this time, he just picked up a cup of coffee and drank it, then said with a smile:

   "My name is Latham."

   "Thank you, Latham."

   Glancing at the covered female body, Roan selectively ignored the coffee next to him, and asked in a deep voice:

   "Can you tell me about the condition of these corpses?"

"certainly."

  The old forensic doctor nodded, and then took out a set of fast food noodles in a square paper shell from the cabinet next to him:

   "But before that, I need something to eat."

  The old forensic doctor said that he was getting old, and this time 22 corpses came at once again.

  Although there are colleagues to help, he is still too busy these days.

  Smelling the faint scent of corpses in the air, and seeing the old forensic doctor sitting next to the corpse, eating calmly, Lacey twitched the corner of her mouth and looked away.

  In these years in the FBI's trace inspection department, Lacey has seen such scenes many times.

   But seeing her many times does not mean she has fully adapted to it. Although Lacey no longer has nausea, she still feels very uncomfortable.

  Luo An didn't care. Not only did he not change his face, he even asked the old forensic doctor where he bought the fast food noodles. It smelled delicious, and he wanted to try it later.

  Seeing this, the old forensic doctor immediately cast a satisfied look at Luo An.

  He has worked in the forensic profession all his life. When he saw himself eating in front of the corpse, most of them, except for the forensic colleagues, would vomit and choose to leave the room.

  A small number of people will be like Lacey, who are used to it but are still not used to it, and choose to quietly look away.

   And like Luo An, who is not a forensic doctor, and does not often come into contact with disemboweled corpses in his own work, but who still does not change his face when he eats himself, belongs to the minority of the minority.

   "I'll give you the address later."

   After eating the noodles in the box in two or three bites, the old forensic doctor wiped his mouth, and then took an attitude several times more serious than usual to Luo An, the detective who made him very satisfied, and introduced carefully:

   "These victims were killed one after another in the past three years.

  The most recent victims, numbers 018 and 019 died a week ago, and 020, 021, and 022 died three days ago. "

  Hearing this, Luo An suddenly narrowed his eyes.

  The body No. 021 was Philomena's younger sister. He had guessed before that she was ruthlessly killed by the murderer after calling for help.

   Now it seems that he did not guess wrong.

  “The bodies of these victims were all stabbed 15-25 times by the murderer with a jagged short knife.”

   Lifting off the blue veil covering the corpse, the old forensic doctor pointed at the breast of the corpse, and introduced with a serious expression:

   "These corpses all showed the characteristics of Xinggong workers.

   And above the chest, all of them had a piece of skin the size of a bottle cap that had been cut off by the killer. "

  Looking at the cut skin of the corpse, Lacey's face was ugly, Roan lowered his head and looked carefully.

   After a while, Roan suddenly noticed that there were still some uneven marks on the flesh and blood under the skin, and he raised his head and asked:

"What is this?"

"good eyesight."

  The old forensic doctor smiled and patted Roan on the shoulder, explaining:

   "Clearly, this is a marker that would identify the victim."

  Luo An heard the words, nodded in silence for a while, and said in a low voice:

   "And it was forcibly carved on the victim's body with a heated blade."

   "What?"

  Hearing this, Lacey on the side was full of doubts:

   "Why is it engraved by a heated blade? Isn't it directly branded?"

   "No."

  Roan shook his head, turned around and explained seriously:

   "The heat emitted by the brand is limited, it is impossible to penetrate through the skin, into such deep flesh and blood.

   Only with a heated blade can this be achieved. "

   After finishing speaking, Roan turned to look at the old forensic doctor, and continued to ask:

   "A total of 22 corpses, which corpse has clearer traces?

  Or, can you restore the original appearance of the traces? "

  Combining the incident of the cousin calling for help described by Philomena before, now the corpses all show the characteristics of Xinggong workers, and the corpses have the same brand marks.

   It is not difficult to judge that all victims should serve the same organization.

  The murderer removed the branding marks on the corpse in order to make people wonder which organization this organization is.

  Faced with this situation, besides being a serial murderer, the real culprit behind this case may also be a human trafficker.

  As long as the original shape of the brand can be restored, with the help of the Organized Crime Investigation Section, Roan believes that they will soon be able to find out where the organization is located and who is behind the scenes.

   Then bust the group, catch whoever was behind it, and get the remaining girls out.

  Lacey on the side thought for a moment, thought of this, and immediately cast a hopeful look at the old forensic doctor.

  Seeing this, the old forensic doctor shook his head with a serious face:

   "The corpse is very decomposed, and it has been sinking on the bottom of the sea. We can't restore the original appearance of the brand."

"All right."

  Roan was a little disappointed when he heard the words, but the expression on his face didn't change much, while Lacey's expression collapsed instantly.

the more you hope, the harder you fall.

"And one more thing."

   Seeing Luo An's calm expression, the old forensic doctor added a calm and steady label to him in his heart, nodded in satisfaction and continued:

   "Several girls over the age of 18 here have undergone polyacrylamide prosthetic implantation operations."

   When Lacey heard this, she was slightly taken aback:

   "Breast augmentation surgery?"

  Luo An paid attention to the important point, looked at the old forensic doctor with a serious face and asked:

   "PPA? Are you sure?"

  In the previous life, injectable breast augmentation through polyacrylamide was strictly prohibited because it was extremely harmful to the human body.

  At this point in time, most of the federal territory has also stopped using this material.

  (end of this chapter)