The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

Chapter 533 Angry Father

When cleaning the statue, workers will first remove the flowers and plants under the statue, and then after the cleaning is completed, the gardener will replant new flowers and plants.

Therefore, in addition to the workers cleaning the statue, those who will be contaminated with walnut powder will naturally also be the gardeners working under the statue.

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"You followed the victim as she walked through the park, didn't you, Billy?" It only took Beckett half a day to bring Billy, the gardener who worked in Central Park that night, back to the interrogation room.

It was him. Standing behind the one-way glass, Jack looked at that innocent chubby face and almost immediately identified the murderer in his heart.

This harmless-looking little chubby face has appeared in many American dramas. It is mainly a contrasting cuteness, specializing in playing various perverted villains.

Moreover, this guy's acting skills are excellent. Whenever the truth is revealed at the end, he will always show his signature perverted smile, which makes people feel uncomfortable from the heart, so it leaves a deep impression on people.

"How many times do I have to say this? You have the wrong person." Little Fatty Billy's attitude was extremely sincere.

It is a pity that both Beckett and Mike Taylor who participated in the interrogation are veterans with extremely rich experience in handling cases. They have seen too many suspects who seem to be honest, and they are completely unmoved.

"According to the arrangements of the Planning Bureau, you were assigned to replant the flowers and plants near the statue that day, right?" Beckett put a duty list in front of him.

"But I was transferred to the north side of the park. They didn't have enough manpower there. My boss can prove this." As soon as Billy spoke, Cassel, who was also standing on the other side of the interrogation room with Jack and Hannah, immediately listened. blurted out.

"it's him!"

Seeing the surprised looks from the two FBI agents next to him, Cassel quickly explained, "He didn't even ask where the crime occurred and started to defend his absence from the scene, which means that he..."

"It has been three days since the incident, and there is still a blockade around the scene. He can completely explain that he noticed it after the incident, and there were already four workers cleaning the statue who assisted in the investigation. They have been working together. of."

Hannah felt that the detective novel writer's IQ fluctuated up and down, and it seemed a little unstable.

"Okay. Maybe I have used this kind of plot too often in my novels before." Cassell made an embarrassed gesture to shut up.

The interrogation on the other side continued, and Beckett pointed to a string of addresses printed on the paper, "My poor home is in the southwest, isn't it? When you finish your work for the day, you will just pass through Strawberry Fields Square. ’, that’s not too far from the crime scene.”

Billy opened his mouth and seemed speechless for a moment. After being silent for a long time, he shook his head slightly and looked like he was trying to explain.

"I agreed to come here for questioning and provided a sample of my body fluids. If it was indeed me, why would I be so cooperative?"

"Yes, since you are so cooperative, why not provide the clothes and work shoes you wore that day?" Mike Taylor, who had been sitting silently aside, observing the expression of the little fat man, suddenly spoke.

"No problem." Billy answered very readily, "As long as it can prove my innocence, I can do anything."

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"So, all we need to do next is compare his shoe prints, and everything will be over." Cassel clapped his hands excitedly, looking like he was done.

Beckett immediately poured cold water on him, "No, this can only prove that he works in Central Park and has been present at the scene, but it is not direct evidence. This guy is very smart and knows that we can't nail him."

"But CSI can test his body fluid samples. There are no active tadpoles in the body (semen) fluid samples collected from the victim's body, and there are none in his body fluids. Doesn't this count as direct evidence?" Cassell expressed confusion.

"Yes, but no matter how stupid the lawyer is, he will argue that it is just a coincidence. You must know that the rate of azoospermia is 2%, which is enough for the jury to find insufficient evidence." After Jack finished speaking, he looked at Mike Taylor, who clicked Nodding, agreeing with his statement.

"Ah?" Cassel rolled his eyes and had another idea, "As for the identification, we need to find a group of people and stand behind the one-way glass holding a sign, so that the victim can find him inside."

"This is the last resort, but in the absence of direct evidence, he still has the possibility of being acquitted. This is not unprecedented." Beckett sighed and rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

"I can try to persuade Luo Bin to come and identify her, but judging from her previous condition, I dare not make overly optimistic guesses." Hannah visited Luo Bin again yesterday. The girl's mental state is very poor. At present, Still in a state of isolation.

"He must know that he has azoospermia, so he is so confident." Mike Taylor said with a bitter smile, "Stella is still in the hospital. She cares about this case very much. I'm afraid she won't be in a good mood when she learns the news. .”

"At least we have basically identified the murderer. The next thing to do is to find direct evidence. We have made great progress compared to before, right?"

<divclass="contentadv">Jack didn't have any good ideas at the moment, so he could only comfort himself like this.

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Another night passed, and when Jack and Hannah arrived at the NYPD police station early in the morning, they unexpectedly discovered that Cassel was also there.

"You actually plan to release him? CSI has already confirmed that there is something wrong with his body fluids. Can you at least detain him for a while? It's simply unreasonable. Maybe there will be another victim of a strong-arm case in New York tonight."

Cassel was complaining loudly to Beckett.

"The victim refused to identify, and CSI has not found direct evidence yet. If we don't want to be troubled by the District Attorney's Office, we have no choice but to release him first."

Beckett also looked annoyed, "Besides, as an ordinary citizen, don't you have too much control?"

Cassell remained unyielding, "As the father of a girl, I also have the right to supervise the work of the police."

Jack silently rolled his eyes and stepped forward to pull Cassel away. There was so much spark between these two guys that it almost exploded.

"Mr. Cassel, I hope you understand the work of the police. The CSI side was busy all night last night, and no one here is idle." Hannah said as she pulled away from Beckett.

At this time, a police officer led the little fat boy Billy out of the detention room, and then used the key to unlock his handcuffs.

Jack patted Cassel on the shoulder and suggested, "Why don't you go to the CSI laboratory with us? I'll show you around there. Maybe when we get there, you can still burst out with some inspiration like yesterday."

The guy's eyes suddenly lit up, "Really? Let's go there now."

Several people walked in front of Billy who was released. As soon as they walked out of the police station door, Jack's eyes noticed a familiar figure.

"Hannah!" Jack greeted in a volume that did not attract the attention of others. He quickly took two steps forward and stopped in front of the figure.

"Mr. Peacock, what do you want to do?"

Luo Bin's father changed from his previous attire of suits and ties and wore an ordinary hoodie. His eyes were red and he stared at Billy who was following the three of them and was about to walk out of the police station.

"Is it him? The bastard who violated my daughter?"

"Are you crazy?" Jack reached out through his clothes, tightly grasped the pistol hidden in his pocket, and forced him into the alley aside. Hannah blocked the entrance of the alley with tacit agreement, blocking her face by the way. Curious Cassel.

"Do you know that illegal possession of a firearm is a third-degree felony in this state? Do you want to be sent to jail for two or three years when your daughter needs you the most?"

"You don't have children, right, so I don't expect you to understand this at all, Agent Tavole, I don't even care what happens to me right now, I've had enough of Luo Bi waking up screaming in nightmares every night, Even with me at her bedside.”

Mr. Peacock's face was twisted, and the anger in his eyes was almost scorching.

"So? You are her only relative. Are you going to send yourself to prison so that for the rest of her life, every time she wakes up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, she will not have a relative around her who can comfort her?"

Jack's words left Mr. Peacock speechless, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment, leaving only his angry gasps.

"I still say what I said, believe us, the only thing you have to do now is to stay with your daughter. I can treat everything just now as if it didn't happen, but you won't get a second chance."

After speaking, Jack forcibly opened his hand, took out a revolver from his pocket, opened the magazine, poured out the bullets inside, and then stuffed the gun and all into his pocket.