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

"'Mr. Biscuit' was once a popular local snack brand, but it soon went bankrupt due to over-expansion. About ten years ago, this promotional key chain was distributed in large quantities to grocery stores and liquor stores. "

After listening to Alice explain the information she had just found, Aubrey said with a smile, "Who wants to make a bet with me? The so-called cookie man must be a regular customer."

It's a pity that no one paid attention to him. Others obviously haven't recovered from the scene just now, especially Clay's face, which still had a look of shock. "She just stayed with someone she just met. Did he go on a killing spree?"

"If they had known each other longer, would you be able to accept it?" Hannah's rhetorical question left Clay speechless.

Jubal thought thoughtfully, "So the biscuit man must have had a great influence on Ronnie. After today's incident, is it possible that he will continue to find him for the final settlement?"

Everyone exchanged glances and nodded slightly, feeling that this possibility was very high.

Early the next morning, everyone rushed to the Harrisville Police Station, where they met Ronnie's mother. She was having a heated argument with a police officer. She only calmed down after seeing a group of FBI men in suits and ties.

Of course, Jack knew what she was making. He threw a pack of Marlboros bought on the road on the table and said, "We have no interest in you doing such trivial things as running around in the flesh business from state to state, but you shouldn't want to leave a job for the FBI either." Don’t give any bad impression of not cooperating with law enforcement, right?”

As if she had seen a life-saving straw, the old woman couldn't wait to grab a cigarette and take out a cigarette. She leaned over Jack's ZIPPO and took a deep breath. She showed a flattering smile and squeezed the plumpness of her chest.

"As I've told you before, I know nothing about what Ronnie did. Don't try to blame me for the bad things he did."

"What a waste? Your son killed three innocent women, stormed into a church and seriously injured a respected pastor, and took a hostage. Do you call these crimes?"

Hannah was immediately furious, holding the table with both hands and staring at her menacingly.

The old woman was startled and fell back on her seat. She was still speechless for a long time.

"Ahem, you guys should go out first." Jack knew that everyone was holding back some evil fire these days, and what Ronnie did was really challenging the bottom line of ordinary people.

Regardless of Pastor Jennings's status as a clergyman, it is outrageous to do something like that to an old man in his 70s, let alone the other innocent victims.

And all of this can be attributed to the old woman in front of him. Ronnie's character has been twisted and perverted to this extent, and his mother who raised her without educating him is indispensable.

Jiejie dragged Hannah out of the detention room, and finally everyone except Jubal also left temporarily.

After half a pack of cigarettes disappeared and after some questioning, Ronnie's mother shook her head helplessly, "I'm sorry, I don't remember the cookie man. I really want to help, but Ronnie has never been with anyone in his life. If there was any involvement, he, I, if I knew, I would definitely not hide anything."

Jubal took out the "Mr. Biscuit" promotional keychain and placed it in front of her, "Have you seen the brand? 'Mr. Biscuit'. Ronnie left this as a souvenir. It must have some special meaning."

If you think about it, these promotional keychains were once distributed to local grocery stores or liquor stores. "

Ronnie's mother stared at the key chain in confusion. After a long time, an indescribable expression suddenly appeared on her face, "Ah, yes, yes, yes, the grocery store, yes, there is such a guy, his name is White Cornell. of."

Hearing this, the two people sitting opposite her secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tell me, did Ronnie have any contact with him?" Jack asked quickly.

"Contact?" The old woman shook her head, "As I said just now, Ronnie has never had contact with anyone, but White did take care of us for a while. Well, I said not just business, but life. "

When she said these words, there seemed to be a hint of guilt and nostalgia on her face, and Jack even suspected that she was not aware of this.

"He even tried to be Ronnie's dad, going to the park with him to play ball, making him eat broccoli, and so on."

Jubal looked at Jack in confusion, then looked at Ronnie's mother again, "Doesn't this sound like a bad thing?"

"Indeed, it was great, until he wasn't satisfied with disciplining Ronnie and started interfering with my First Amendment rights." The old woman had a look of disdain on her face.

"Huh? Which one are you referring to?" Jack was also a little confused. What is this?

Ronnie's mother took out another cigarette, unceremoniously picked up the ZIPPO that Jack had placed on the table, lit it, and stuffed it into the ravine on her chest, "It's my right to do whatever the hell I want."

“He told me to stop doing drugs and drink less alcohol,” she sneered. “And the last straw was when he asked me to make him some damn pepperoni rolls.”

Jack choked on his saliva and tried hard not to curse, "What happened next?"

"I let him suck his own dick." Ronnie's mother blew out a smoke ring proudly, "Then he kicked us out of the house."

"Thank you for your cooperation. We've finished asking questions." Jubal's face turned livid and he left the detention room without looking back.

"To be honest, I once had a good impression of you hippie generation." Sitting on the steps in front of the police station, having just smoked second-hand smoke for a long time, Jack couldn't help but plan to buy himself a cigar. I searched for a long time but couldn't find the lighter.

"What do you mean by our hippie generation? I was born in 1980." Jubal took out a box of matches and handed it to Jack rather unhappily.

Jack's eyes stayed on his weathered old face for a moment, he lowered his head to strike a match, and then waved his hand indifferently.

"It doesn't matter. It seems that we have found Ronnie's ultimate goal. White Cornell gave him a taste of normal life and then took it away. At least Ronnie should think so."

Jubal took back a match and lit one for himself, "Alice is already investigating. I didn't expect that our first case would be so uncomfortable."

"People often call willfulness freedom, but willfulness is just irrational freedom." Jack was silent for a while and then uttered a famous saying.

"Hegel?" Jubal sighed, "I should go see my mother this time and thank her for giving me enough love during my childhood."