The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 343 Turning around?

"I'm not talking nonsense. Drawing blood with a knife is part of the spiritual summoning ritual." TC Riordan said seriously.

"Okay, I have nothing more to ask." After the old detective finished speaking, he left the conference room angrily.

Russell watched him leave and turned around with a helpless look on his face, "Okay, tell me, besides you, who else participated in this spiritual summoning ceremony."

"Shelby, my mother-in-law Patricia, and psychic Karen." TC Riordan told him frankly.

"Then, why didn't you tell us this until now?" Russell felt a splitting headache. He opened his right hand and rubbed his temples with his thumb and middle finger.

Unexpectedly, TC Riordan responded, "Because I know you won't believe me, just like those San Francisco police officers!"

"I really didn't expect you to be so talented at telling stories." Russell sneered, but it aroused an unexpected and violent reaction from TC Riordan.

"I'm not making it up, these are facts, I love my wife, I miss her, and I got together a few of her closest people to try and connect with her."

Jack, who had been silent all the time, couldn't help coughing slightly, threw the notebook filled with various pig heads and pencils on the table, and dragged the chair hard.

The chair scraped against the floor, making a piercing scream that finally caught the attention of the two people who were confronting each other.

"Sorry, I have a little question here. Mr. Riordan, can you help confirm that the blood stain on the Band-Aid that was provided to CSI before is definitely your son's?"

TC Riordan glanced at Russell suspiciously, hesitantly, as if he was unsure of Jack's identity.

"This is Agent Tavole from the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Division." Russell was lost in thought because of Jack's question and introduced casually. Then he suddenly slapped his forehead and showed an expression of realization.

"Of course I'm sure that Hubble broke his jaw before, and I put that band-aid on for him with my own hands." TC Riordan was a little confused.

"Then I have a question. Since your blood type is O, the nanny Shelby, oh, that beautiful girl who is considered by the police to be your mistress, has blood type AB. How did you give birth to type O blood? Where’s the one from Hubble?”

The inheritance of blood type is determined by the genes of the parents. Each person has two alleles, one from the father and one from the mother.

Among them, A and B are dominant genes, and O is a recessive gene.

In other words, the four blood types A, B, O, and AB that ordinary people think of can actually be divided into six types, namely AA, OA, BB, OB, AB, and OO.

Because of the overt and recessive relationship, types AA and OA are collectively called type A, and types BB and OB are also collectively called type B.

A child's blood type is a new blood type that is a mixture of one of the two alleles of the father's blood type (A, B, or O) and two alleles of the mother's blood type (A, B, or O).

So naturally, if TC Riordan, who has type O blood, wants to give birth to Hubble, who also has type O blood, his partner can be type A (OA), type B (OB), or type O. , the only one that is impossible is type AB.

But on the hospital's birth certificate, Hubble should be of type O blood, and his mother is the nanny Shelby, whose blood type is AB.

Then there is only one possibility.

"Actually, Hubble is indeed the child of you and your wife, right? Shelby is just a surrogate mother." Jack told the answer.Then he waved his phone and apologized, "Sorry, I searched the Internet for this case five years ago. Because of your status as a rich man, this case caused quite a stir in San Francisco at the time.

At that time, someone also dug up the identity of Hubble's so-called biological mother. Newspapers and online media were full of accusations and abuses against you.

The content is similar, playboy, wife murderer. "

After hearing what Jack said, TC Riordan's face clearly showed a look of resistance.

"I don't understand why you are unwilling to explain all this. Is it just out of dissatisfaction and distrust of police suspicion?"

Russell couldn't understand the rich man's thinking. Only the weak would have nowhere to speak, and no matter how loud their voice was, they would be ignored, such as those ordinary people who were violently killed by the Internet.

You, a rich man, can explain things clearly at a casual press conference, but you would rather bear the infamy, leave San Francisco in despair, and come to Las Vegas to resettle. What a fool.

"Can I refuse to answer this question?" TC Riordan looked a little embarrassed, as if he had been stripped naked and forced to stand in public and humiliated.

"Of course, but can you please verify my guess again?"

Jack stood up, leaned forward slightly, and looked at him with a serious face, "The spiritual summoning ceremony didn't go smoothly, did it?"

TC Riordan raised his head in shock. He did not reply, but the colorless cheeks said everything.

"Five years have not allowed you to gain peace, but have made you suffer from a certain degree of depression. This is the reason why you turned to a psychic, but obviously, this method was not successful.

This reminds me of a possibility. You told CSI before that Hubble goes to bed around ten o'clock every day, but today, oh, no, it should be said about ten o'clock last night, that is, shortly after the ceremony, you went to bed. Asleep in the small room.

Coincidentally, the chloramphenicol that CSI found in your home medicine cabinet, in addition to being used as an anesthetic, is also a drug used to treat depression.

You injected yourself, right?This is the real reason why you fell asleep and didn't hear any movement! "

"Stop talking, please, it's all my fault. I should protect him. My son, please help me find him. I really can't lose him anymore."

TC Riordan wailed as his defenses were broken. Jack and Russell looked at each other. They did not communicate directly, but left the conference room first.

Old Detective James Brace had been waiting outside, and it was obvious that the conversation just now fell into his ears.

Looking at the two smiling people, the old detective looked as if he had seen a ghost, "You won't really believe his performance, it's too ridiculous."

"Is it possible that all of this was part of his plan? He is a murderer with a deep mind, and what you think is exactly what he wants you to think.

This guy has designed everything a long time ago, such as the spiritual summoning ritual and the chloroquine. These are all traps he has designed. "

"Yes, yes, what you said is indeed possible." Russell nodded repeatedly, "But what if Jack's judgment is right? If TC is telling the truth, then the child is very likely to be alive somewhere, and we should His remarks will be investigated."

(End of this chapter)