Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 156: Breast Augmentation Surgery

"Of course!"

Mona nodded, instantly grasping Luo An's intention and promptly stood up, saying:

"I'll go check Philomena's phone right away, and track down the person behind that phone number."

As a john, that man would have definitely been in contact with someone related to this case.

"Good."

Seeing Mona catch on so quickly, a smile appeared on Luo An's face, then he headed toward the elevator with Reesi.

As the elevator slowly descended, Reesi glanced at the contemplative Luo An and a strange light flickered in her eyes.

She had been carefully considering Mona's behavior over the past few days and realized that not only was Mona getting quicker at catching on to Luo An's thoughts, but the unintentional little actions in Mona's life and work were beginning to increasingly resemble those of Luo An...

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NYPD, autopsy room.

"Good morning, FBI agents."

"Good morning, forensic doctor, just call me Luo An."

The white-haired old forensic doctor in front of him was not a stranger to Luo An.

During the previous car accident case, which occurred due to the CIA's involvement, Luo An and Mona came to investigate Ivande's body and had met this old forensic doctor.

That time, a CIA operative took advantage of the old forensic doctor's engrossment in the autopsy to brazenly steal Ivande's computer.

"Alright, Luo An."

Since the old forensic doctor had met Luo An before, he didn't beat around the bush and straightaway drained a cup of coffee before smiling and saying:

"My name is Latham."

"Thank you for your hard work, Latham."

Casting a glance at the covered female body, Luo An deliberately ignored the coffee beside him and asked in a serious tone:

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

"Of course."

The old forensic doctor nodded, then took out a square cardboard container of fast-food noodles from the cabinet next to him:

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

The old forensic doctor explained that with his advancing age, a total of 22 bodies had arrived at once.

Although colleagues were helping, these past few days had still been very hectic.

Reesi momentarily twitched the corner of her mouth as she smelled the faint odor of corpses in the air and saw the old forensic doctor sit next to a body, calmly eating. She then averted her gaze.

During her years in the FBI's trace examination department, Reesi had often encountered such scenes.

But frequent exposure didn't mean she had become completely accustomed to it; although Reesi no longer felt nauseous, she still didn't feel comfortable.

Luo An, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind. Not only did his expression remain unchanged, but he even inquired where the old forensic doctor had bought the appetizing-smelling noodles, as he wanted to try them himself.

Seeing this, the old forensic doctor looked at Luo An with a satisfied expression.

In his lifetime as a forensic doctor, most people other than his fellow forensic colleagues would feel nauseated and often choose to leave the room at the sight of him eating in front of a body.

Some, like Reesi, would get used to it but still feel uncomfortable and quietly look away.

It was quite rare to find someone like Luo An, who was not a forensic doctor and didn't regularly deal with corpses cut open, yet remained unfazed while the doctor ate.

"I'll give you the address later."

The old forensic doctor finished the noodles in the box in a few bites, wiped his mouth, and then with an attitude several times more earnest than usual, he began to detail to Luo An, an agent he was very pleased with:

"These victims were murdered over the past three years in succession.

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

Hearing this, Luo An's eyes narrowed slightly.

Victim number 021 was Philomena's sister, and he had previously speculated that she was mercilessly killed by the murderer after making a distress call.

Now it seemed his guess was indeed correct.

"The bodies of these victims were all stabbed 15-25 times by the perpetrator with a serrated dagger."

Lifting the blue covering cloth from the body, the old forensic doctor pointed above the breasts of the corpse and introduced with a serious expression:

"These bodies all display characteristics of sex workers.

And above the chest, each one of them has a patch of skin the size of a bottle cap that has been cut away by the murderer."

Looking at the skin that had been cut away from the body, Reesi's expression turned unsightly, while Luo An bent down and closely scrutinized it.

After a moment, Luoma suddenly noticed some uneven marks beneath the skin on the flesh and blood, and immediately raised his head to ask:

"What's this?"

"Good eye."

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

"Clearly, this is a mark that can identify the victim's identity."

Upon hearing this, Luo An fell silent for a while before nodding and said in a low voice:

"And it was made with a heated knife blade, forcefully carved into the victim's body."

"What?"

Hearing this, Reesi immediately displayed a puzzled face:

"Why was it carved with a heated knife blade? Wasn't it directly branded?"

"No."

Luo An shook his head, turned around and earnestly explained:

"A brand can only emit a limited amount of heat; it's not enough to penetrate through the skin into the deep flesh.

Only with a heated knife blade can you achieve this extent."

After saying this, Luo An turned his head towards the old forensic doctor and continued to ask:

"Out of the 22 corpses, which one has clearer marks?

Or, can you restore the original appearance of these marks?"

Combining the earlier statement from Philomena about her cousin's cry for help, the current evidence of sex worker characteristics on the bodies, as well as the presence of the same branding marks on the bodies,

it wasn't difficult to infer that all the victims were probably serving the same organization.

The murderer removed the branding marks from the bodies to conceal which organization it was.

Given this situation, the true culprit behind this case could be not only a serial killer but also a possible human trafficker.

And as long as they could restore the original shape of the branding, with the help of the Organized Crime Investigation Division, Luo An believed that they could quickly uncover where this organization operated and who the mastermind was.

Then, they could dismantle this organization, capture the mastermind, and at the same time, rescue the remaining girls.

Reesi, on the side, thought it through and also arrived at this understanding, immediately casting a hopeful gaze towards the old forensic doctor.

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

"The bodies are too decomposed, and because they've been underwater for so long, we cannot restore the original appearance of the brandings."

"Alright."

Luo An responded with slight disappointment, but his facial expression did not change much; Reesi's face, however, instantly fell.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

"There's something else."

Seeing Luo An remain composed, the old forensic doctor mentally added a tag of 'calm and composed' to him, nodded in satisfaction, and then continued:

"Some young ladies here over the age of 18 had undergone polyacrylamide hydrogel implant surgery."

Reesi, upon hearing this, was slightly taken aback:

"Breast augmentation surgery?"

Luo An, however, focused on the crucial point, his expression stern as he looked at the old forensic doctor and asked:

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"Polyacrylamide? Are you sure?"

In Luo An's previous life, the use of polyacrylamide hydrogel for injection breast augmentation had been strictly prohibited due to its extremely high risk to human health.

At this point in time, in most areas within the federation, the use of this material had already ceased.