Legendary FBI Detective

  Chapter 249 Women can indulge too much

   "I'm afraid it will take a while."

  The forensic doctor heard the words with his hands on his hips and explained:

   "The fingerprints of No. 1 corpse were not found in the FBI's internal database, indicating that she has never been in prison.

  At the same time, the face of corpse No. 1 was beaten to pieces by the murderer. If you want to make a facial comparison, you have to wait for my colleague to complete the facial construction, which will take a little time. "

  The forensic doctor raised his right hand, and used his thumb and index finger to make a gesture of insulting a man from a certain country.

  Considering that the facial construction technology in 2005 was not perfect, Luo An judged that the gap between the two fingertips of the forensic doctor was about three days.

"All right."

  Roan turned his attention to the body of the second little boy:

   "What was his cause of death?"

   "The most common mechanical asphyxiation."

  The forensic doctor walked to the side of No. 2 corpse and said:

  "But he has traces of being invaded by the stars, and the location where he was invaded by the stars has not been recovered, which means that he was invaded by the stars shortly before his death.

  At the same time, according to the test, his bone age is 7 years old, and the time of death is about one month to one and a half months. Judging from the preservation of the body, he has been kept in a low-temperature environment since his death. "

  After listening to the forensic doctor's introduction, Luo An subconsciously thought of the priest in the previous case.

   Shaking his head and throwing his thoughts aside, Roan continued to ask:

   "So, can the identity of deceased No. 2 be found out?"

   "Sorry, I can't find it yet."

   Seeing the dissatisfaction on Roan's face, the forensic doctor was also very helpless, sighed and said:

   "The murderer had amputated all ten fingers of corpse No. 2, so there were no fingerprints, and because he was too young, there was no way to make a facial comparison.

   But give us a little time, my colleagues may be able to find the fingerprints of the murderer or the corpse on the box or clothes containing the No. 2 corpse. "

  Mona's eyes showed disappointment when she heard the words, Roan frowned slightly, continued to chat with the forensic doctor for a few words, then turned and left the interrogation room.

   "Mona, you go back to the No. 5 investigation team and check the monitoring of the garbage dump with William and the others to see if you can find the garbage truck that transported the two corpses.

   If you find it, carefully check the forward route of the two garbage trucks, and try to find the place where the corpse may have been discarded. "

   "No problem, leave it to me."

  Mona has always been handy with computer matters, so she immediately smiled and turned and walked to the elevator not far away.

  The elevator door closed slowly, and Luo An turned around and went to another large room of the Trace Inspection Department.

  In this big room at this time, Ryder and Lacey were digging through the garbage with several detectives from the trace inspection department.

   "I feel like no girl will want to approach me for the next week."

   Throwing aside a bag of kitchen waste dripping with an unknown yellow-brown liquid, Lacey twitched and said to Ryder:

   "This smell may last on the skin for a month!"

   "That's just in time for you to rest for a while."

  Ryder smiled and did not answer. Roan, who pushed the door into the room, just heard this sentence, so he replied with a smile:

   "Don't think that if you are a woman, you won't have the problem of excessive indulgence. Be careful that some gynecological inflammations will come to you."

"snort."

   Lacey wrinkled her nose and snorted softly. She didn't care on the surface, but she took down Roan's words in her heart quietly.

  Mainly recently, Lacey has found that she always suffers from insomnia, loss of appetite, and some pain in her lower abdomen.

   Went to the hospital for an examination and the doctor didn’t find any problems. If it’s really because of my excessive indulgence…

After all, Lacey is already in her thirties, she doesn't trust Roan blindly, but when she went shopping with Yvonne last weekend, she found that Yvonne's complexion was much better than before, and she often praised Roan Germany.

   Taking a chair and sitting beside him, Roan asked:

   "How about it, did you find any useful clues?"

   "The investigators of the Trace Inspection Section found a **** coat not long ago."

  Ryder pointed to the next room and said:

  "The coat had marks of being stabbed by a knife, and the location of the knife edge was similar to the position of the wound of victim No. 1, so the detectives from the trace inspection department took the coat for a blood test.

   The identification results showed that the blood on the jacket was indeed from corpse No. 1, but no fingerprints of other people were found on the jacket. "

  Roan heard the words, raised his head in silence for a moment and asked:

   "What about the style of the coat?"

  Ryder was slightly taken aback:

"What's the meaning?"

  Lacey on the side reacted, clapping her hands and her eyes lit up:

   “We don’t know the identity of deceased number 1 yet.

  But we can find the store that sells the coat through the style of the clothes, and then find the person who bought the coat through that store, so as to find the identity of the No. 1 deceased! "

   "Exactly."

  Roan gave Lacey a satisfied look. When listening to the forensic doctor in the anatomy room just now, both Roan and Mona found that the skin of corpse No. 1 was well maintained.

  Caucasian women’s skin is far less delicate than that of Orientals, and they can maintain such a good condition in their 60s. The family background and economic level must be unusual, and the coats of such people cannot be the common style on the street.

  Roan got up and left the chair, pulled Lacey and walked quickly to the room where the coat was.

  The coat was put together with other physical evidence related to deceased No. 1. Roan took it out of an evidence bag and handed it to Lacey.

  Lacey often goes out shopping with different women and knows more about brands than Roanne.

   Sure enough, Lacey took the coat and observed it carefully. After a few seconds, she raised her head and said confidently:

   "The brand of the jacket is SuperTrash, and the style is the latest this spring. Most of the stores of this brand are in Manhattan!"

"very good!"

  Roan nodded, and immediately took Lacey back to the No. 5 investigation team.

  Mona, William and others are looking for monitoring at this time, but found nothing.

  Because the garbage dump in the suburbs has been in disrepair for a long time, and it has not made much money, the federal government has already planned to sell it to a private company, so there are no surveillance cameras installed at all.

   "What?"

  For such a large garbage dump, the federal government has never been able to make money, and even has to subsidize it every year?

  Roan felt a little confused about this, and didn't understand how the group of people in the federal government operated.

   But this is not important, tell William and Mona the name of the coat brand, Roan began to ask Mona and William to investigate carefully the consumers who have bought this style of coat.

  Because there are not many stores of this brand in New York, and the No. 1 deceased was older, so not long after, Mona and the others found each other's identity in a member store:

   "Flavia Faran, 63 years old, works in the New York Health Department and is a doctor!

  Her husband has died, but when he was young, he owned a big company and left Flavia-Farlan a large inheritance after his death. "

   "Good."

  Roan nodded, this also explains why Flavia-Francia is rich.

   Leaving the chair and stretching, Roan continued to ask:

   "Where is Flavia-Farlan's home? Do you have any close relatives living in New York?"

   After tapping the keyboard a few times, Mona replied:

   "Her home is on Manhattan Island, and she has no close relatives. Her son also died of AIDS at the beginning of this year."

  Roan frowned slightly when he heard this, and pulled Lacey into the equipment room quickly, then drove the SUV to Flavia-Francia's home.

  (end of this chapter)