"I'm not talking nonsense, taking a knife for blood is part of the spiritualist ritual." TC Riodan is the right color.

"Well, I don't have anything more to ask." After the old inspector finished speaking, he left the conference room in a huff.

Russell watched him leave, looking back with a helpless expression, "Okay, let's talk about it, besides you, who else participated in this spiritualist ceremony." ”

"Shelby, my mother-in-law, Patricia, and Karen, the psychic medium." TC Riodan confessed.

"So, why are you telling us this until now?" Russell felt nothing more than a splitting headache, opened his right hand, and kneaded his temples with his thumb and middle fingers.

Unexpectedly, TC Riordan hit a rake, "Because I know you won't believe me, just like those San Francisco cops!" ”

"I really didn't expect you to have such a talent for making up stories." Russell sneered, but it caused an unexpected and violent reaction from TC Riodan.

"I'm not making it up, it's all true, I love my wife, I miss her so much, I got a few of her closest people together and wanted to try to try to contact her."

Jack, who had been silent, couldn't help coughing lightly, threw the notebook full of various pigs' heads and pencils on the table, and dragged the chair hard.

The chair rubbed against the floor, emitting a shrill scream, which finally caught the attention of the two men who were facing each other.

"I'm sorry, I have a little question here, Mr. Leodan, can you help confirm that the blood stain on that band-aid provided to CSI earlier is your son's?"

TC Riordan looked at Russell suspiciously, a little hesitant, as if he was unsure of Jack's identity.

"This is Agent Tawolle from the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Division." Russell was lost in thought because of Jack's question, and casually introduced, and then he suddenly slapped his head and showed a sudden realization expression.

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

"Then I have a question, since your blood type is type O, that nanny Sherby, oh, that is the beautiful girl who is considered by the police to be your mistress, blood type AB, how did you get Hubble with blood type O?"

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

where A and B are dominant genes and O are recessive genes.

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

Because of the explicit and recessive relationship, type AA and OA are collectively referred to as type A, and type BB and OB are also collectively referred to as type B.

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

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

But on the birth certificate of the hospital, it should be Hubble with blood type O, and his mother is a nanny with blood type AB, Sherbi.

Then there is only one possibility.

"Actually, Hubble is indeed your and your wife's child, right? Sherby is just a surrogate mother. Jack gave the answer.

Then he waved his phone and looked apologetic, "I'm sorry, I searched the Internet for this case from 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, Hubble's so-called 'birth mother' identity was also dug up, and the newspapers and online media were full of accusations and abuse against you.

The content is much the same, playboy, wife murderer. ”

After listening to Jack's words, TC Riodan's face obviously showed a look of resistance.

"I don't understand why you're reluctant to state all this, just out of resentment and distrust of the police's suspicions?"

Russell was a little unable to understand the rich man's thinking, and the weak would have nowhere to speak, and no matter how loud the voice was, it would be ignored, such as those ordinary people who were killed by cyberbullying.

You are a rich man, you can explain things clearly at a press conference, but you would rather be infamous and leave San Francisco and come to Las Vegas to resettle.

"Can I refuse to answer this question?" TC Riordan looked a little embarrassed, with a kind of embarrassment of being stripped naked and forced to stand in front of the public.

"Sure, but could you please test my guess again?"

Jack stood up, leaned forward slightly, and looked at him with a serious face, "The conjuring ritual didn't go well, did it?" ”

TC Riordan looked up in shock, he didn't reply, but the instant loss of blood on his cheeks said it all.

"Five years of time did not bring you peace, but rather a certain degree of depression, which is why you turned to a psychic, but it is clear that this method has not been successful.

This brings me to the possibility that you told CSI that Hubble went to bed around ten o'clock every day, and today, oh no, you fell asleep in your small room at ten o'clock last night, shortly after the ceremony.

Coincidentally, the chloramine tung found by CSI in your home medicine cabinet, a drug that can be used as an anesthetic, is a medication used to treat depression.

You self-injected, right? That's the real reason why you can't wake up and don't hear anything! ”

"Don't say any more, please, it's all my fault, I should protect him, my son, woo woo please, help me find him, I really can't lose him anymore."

TC Riodan, who had been broken through his defense, wailed, Jack and Russell looked at each other, and the two did not communicate directly, but left the conference room first.

Old Inspector James Brace had been waiting outside, apparently having fallen into his ears from the conversation just now.

Looking at the two smiling people, the old detective's expression at this time was like seeing a ghost, "You don't really believe his performance, it's too." ”

"Is it possible that all this is in his calculations, he is a murderer with a deep heart, and you think exactly what he wants you to think.

This guy has already designed everything, what spiritualist rituals, what chloramine tung, these are all traps he designed. ”

"Yes, yes, you say it's possible." Russell nodded repeatedly, "But what if Jack's judgment is right?" If TC is telling the truth, there's a good chance the kid is still alive somewhere, and we should investigate his claims. ”

(End of chapter)