Chapter 343 A sudden turn of events?
"I'm not talking nonsense. Using a knife to draw blood is part of the spirit 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 look of helplessness on his face, "Okay, tell me, besides you, who else participated in this spiritual summoning ceremony."
"Shelby, I His mother-in-law, Patricia, and the psychic Karen,” TC Riordan confessed.
"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 said, "Because I know you won't believe me, just like those San Francisco police officers!"
"I really didn't expect you to be like this. He has a talent for making up 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 so much, and I gathered a few of her closest people together to try and contact her.”< br>
Jack, who had been silent all the time, couldn't help but cough slightly, threw the notebook filled with various pig heads together with the pencil 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 sudden realization.
“Of course I am 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 is 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.
Where A and B are dominant genes, 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 relationship between dominant and recessive properties, types AA and OA are collectively referred to as type A, and types BB and OB are also collectively referred to as 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, as TC Riordan, who has type O blood, wants to give birth to Hubble, who also has type O blood, then his partner can be type A (OA) or type B (OB) ), or type O. The only possibility 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 gave 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 sensation 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 listening to Jack's words, TC Riordan's face clearly showed a look of resistance.
"I don't understand why you are unwilling to explain all this, just Is it because 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 are a rich man, you can explain things clearly by holding a press conference, but you would rather bear the infamy, leave San Francisco in despair, and come to Las Vegas to resettle. How is this? Form two.
“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 seriously, "The soul-calling ceremony went well. It’s not going well, right?”
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 is not Success.
This reminds me of a possibility. You told CSI before that Hubble goes to bed around ten o'clock every day, and today's, oh, no, it should be about ten o'clock last night, that is. Shortly after the ceremony, you fell asleep in the small room.
Coincidentally, CSI found chloramphenicol in your home medicine cabinet. This drug can be used as an anesthetic. It’s the medication used to treat depression, right? That’s the real reason why you’re so sleepy and haven’t heard anything!”
"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 guard was broken. Jack and Russell looked at each other. The two did not communicate directly, but left the conference room first.
Old Detective James Burress has been waiting outside, and it is 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."< br>
“Is it possible that all of this was part of his plan? He is a thoughtful murderer, 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, you said it is indeed possible. Russell nodded repeatedly, "But what if Jack's judgment is right?" If TC is telling the truth, then the child is probably still alive somewhere, and we should investigate what he said. ”
(End of this chapter)