[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

Feelings and smells are such a thing; they are as light to the sun, music to the wind—Wordsworth "Murder? No no no," Holmes shook his head instead. This kind of speculation, but you have made great progress, and what surprised me the most is that you can notice the wine glass on the low table, which is not far from Mrs. Foster's body."

Hearing that Holmes denied the podcaster's "deliberate murder" guess, Yan Li, the reasoning novelist who had been pricking his ears, finally felt relieved. The reasoning of the murderer's passionate murder was what he said. No face.

If so, being surprised by the broadcaster, cold sweat broke out on his back, why didn't he see the clue that the number of wine glasses was wrong?Sure enough, he is not very good at observation, and observation is so important, as long as one clue is wrong, it may lead to two results.

[Holmes doesn't think the murderer is a deliberate murder, so I'm still inclined to kill with passion,] Yan Li weighed his words carefully, typing out his barrage more carefully than usual when writing novels, [So the question is, why doesn't the murderer drink alcohol?First of all, I want to know, whose bottle of wine is it. ] "Then, why didn't the murderer drink alcohol?" Mo Xian glanced at the barrage and asked bluntly.

Holmes smiled and said, "Dear Mo, rule out all possibilities, and the rest is the answer. You can start by eliminating."

"Is it another test?" Mo Xian curled the corners of her lips, her slender fingers tapped one after another on the train table, her brain was spinning rapidly - she hadn't tested herself like this for a long time She got smarter, and after turning around, she had to admit that the question of barrage was the most important thing, "First of all, we need to know who owns this bottle of wine."

She began to recall what she saw when she entered the restaurant yesterday, where were the dining tables, tablecloths, candles, and wine cabinets?Is there a wine cabinet?

"Mrs. Foster loves punch," reminded Holmes. "If you take a serious look at her bed, you will find a half bottle of punch lying on it."

[Punch wine is an alcoholic beverage,] the bullet screen promptly delivered a thoughtful explanation, [Baidu arrived, punch wine is a sweet and fragrant mixed drink mixed with fruit juice, spices, milk, tea, wine, etc. ] "The wine bottle under the table," Mo Xian was reminded, and immediately reacted, "It seems to say on the wine bottle, Brandy." Thanks for the magnifying glass!Thanks for the "observation" pieces!Thanks to the candles on the table for lighting up the wine bottles!Thanks for her memory!

[Brandy? ] The barrage was amused, [Give a lady who drinks alcoholic drinks high-distilled wine, with ulterior motives, these four words firmly hit the murderer in the face! ][By the way, I will just mention one sentence,] Li Shi, a historical research monk, threw a barrage in his busy schedule, [Brandy was the favorite of the middle and lower classes in the Victorian era, and the upper class generally liked to drink red wine. ] [So on this point, the fiancé and son are still half and half suspected. ] [Why is this case so difficult. ] [I don't understand, since we know that the murderer has ulterior motives, why deny the intentional murder proposed by the podcaster? ][If it was a deliberate murder,] Mystery novelist Yan Li erupted, [There are a hundred ways to kill her, such as strangling her with a hemp rope, stabbing her to death with a knife, or even putting medicine in a wine bottle , each of which is far less clue than strangulation--I am sure Holmes deduced from the strangle marks that the murderer was wearing an engagement ring, so neither deliberate murder nor wine with ulterior motives, the difference between the two The contrast can only lead me to one conclusion. ] Mo Xian eagerly waited for this conclusion for a few minutes, but the follow-up did not come out for a long time, as if the other party had disconnected and there was no more sound. I had no choice but to get off the train amidst the barrage of groans.

[What did Brother Reasoning do?After selling off, you will be disconnected. Do you want to be hot? ] [What is the conclusion! ][I don't believe it anymore, the reasoning brother has said it in such detail, and more than 1000 of us present can't draw his conclusion! ] And the fact is that although there are more than 1000 people in the live broadcast room, it is useless. Their speculations allow Mo Xian to see the flaws in it at a glance. Why did you buy the wrong wine? I don’t know the brand, and the brandy is on sale at a loss. Mo Xian is speechless. If her expression can be translated into words, it must be “Why don’t you ride the wind and soar up to [-] miles”, in other words In other words, why don't you go to heaven.

After getting off the train, there is a standard picture of a mountain village in front of you. In front of the train station, an old red brick house is standing in the wilderness in late autumn. It is now afternoon, and the sky is covered with big dark clouds, making the blue sky Clear as the most beautiful sapphire, a clear and green stream is happily passing through the golden rice. In the fields and wilderness, you can vaguely see a few figures in work clothes. Mo Xian suddenly understands why people in the city are going to the countryside. After running away, compared to London, which is shrouded in black fog all year round, the small town of Weybridge is like a fairyland.

"It's so beautiful," Mo Xian's nose was finally liberated, what she smelled at the tip of her nose was the astringent smell of grass and wheat grains in the sun, instead of the smell of burning straw and coal.This made her sigh sincerely, "If the scenery in London can be half as good as here, I will be satisfied."

Holmes laughed and mocked after hearing this, "It's a pity that Mr. Foster doesn't think so."

Mr. Foster's address is not difficult to find. The town of Weybridge is not very big. The accommodation and commercial areas are concentrated on the main road, and the railway station is at the end of the main road. Go straight ahead along the main road. You can find Mr. Foster's address. Following Holmes, Mo Xian noticed that although there were not many pedestrians on the road, the residents of Weybridge town were very curious, as if they heard the movement of the train. A woman in a brown dress with a narrow stand-up collar——Because they are exposed to the sun all year round, they age very quickly, and white people are particularly easy to look old. Mo Xian just glanced at them, and politely stopped paying more attention to them—— They opened the curtains on the second floor, pointed at the passers-by, and laughed a few times from time to time, attracting more people to raise the curtains to watch, because the floor was low enough, Mo Xian could even hear a few words from them, "beautiful , foreign countries, clothes..." Mo Xian didn't realize they were talking about her until halfway through.

In such a flash of magic, she was almost hit by a mud monkey that suddenly rampaged from the alley. Fortunately, Mr. Holmes pulled her away with quick eyesight and quick hands, which prevented her from being mistreated in this cheongsam. I was also very frightened by this meeting ceremony, and realized for the first time that I had come to the real countryside, and compared with the beautiful scenery outside, what I saw seemed to be more in line with the term "country".

The audience in the live broadcast room also seemed to see this kind of posture for the first time—nonsense, how could they have seen the Victorian countryside—turned back from the #哪个酒酒好吃# topic that ran to the sky, and cooperated with The live broadcast screen sighed [The countryside in the rotten country is more beautiful than our Huaguo, look at this small house and small tiles. ] [Actually, the current countryside in Huaguo is also quite beautiful! ] [I'm hurrying to take a screenshot, please be careful not to block the screen. ][Isn't there an option to block barrage in the lower right corner?Made stick. ] [Trance is booming. ] [Broadcaster, Holmes stopped. ] One of the bullet screens reminded, [Hey, this house is much bigger than those small houses I saw just now. ] As expected of coming from London, when Mo Xian saw a whole villa occupying an alley, the emotion in his heart was almost equal to that of the audience in the live broadcast room, seeing those low red bricks The big red brick house in front of me is a bit like a city dweller.

Holmes stepped forward and rang the doorbell. Not long after, a man in a suit appeared in front of the door and asked suspiciously and vigilantly, "Is there something wrong?"

As soon as Mo Xian, who was trained by Holmes, saw him appear, she immediately used her observation power like a magnifying glass to carefully and conscientiously look at Mr. Foster. At the same time, she also moved the live camera controlled by her. In such a situation, The laughing audience was silent, as if they had reached a tacit agreement, and no longer sent unhelpful bullet screens at critical moments.

[The suit fits very well,] I don't know who was the first to start, [and ironed, if he doesn't have a servant, then there must be a qualified wife. ] [He has a fiancée,] someone immediately brought it up, [but it seems that he has a very close relationship with his fiancée, and he has a golden hair on his shoulder. ][But the hair is very messy, and a little bald, the eyes are cloudy, red bloodshot, should often stay up late, the skin is yellow, and the liver function has problems. ] "He smells of alcohol and tobacco," Mo Xian consciously explained to the audience in the live broadcast room, "It's quite strong."

[That's a liver problem caused by alcoholism.] The barrage immediately added, [Although the figure is out of shape, the body is still there. You should have exercised well when you were young, so even if you are emptied by alcohol now, you still have the foundation. I As a clinical intern, there's only so much I can see. ] Mo Xian’s gaze is by no means concealed, and Mr. Foster took an unnatural step back from her gaze, with his right hand still resting on the door, “May I ask who are you?”

"We are Mrs. Foster's neighbors. When we heard about her death, we specially came to visit and hope to attend Mrs. Foster's funeral." Unlike Mo Xian, Mr. Holmes just looked at him absent-mindedly and hung up. "It was this lady who found Mrs. Foster's body."

"Oh!" Little Mr. Foster tightened his hand on the door and took a deep breath tremblingly, "Please come in."