[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

If a person is interested in everything, can use his eyes to see what time and opportunity continue to give him on the journey of life, and never miss the things he is capable of, in his short life, How many adventures will be able to capture.

— Lawrence

Mrs. Foster was indeed a middle-class bourgeoisie. After entering the door, Mo Xian followed Holmes and stepped on the pine floor of the living room. The floor was dull in color and had not been polished for a while. The burning marble fireplace is smoked gray-black. In front of it, two rows of beige sofas face each other, surrounded by a low round table. The red paint on one corner of the round table has peeled off, revealing the wood texture inside. The round table There were also two red Wilton knitted rugs, the pattern of which was indistinct, and seemed to have been used for a long time.

"Please sit down," Little Foster rubbed his hands, signaling them to sit on the opposite sofa, and sat down himself. He took out two glasses from the tea tray on the low table, and when he stretched out his hands to pour tea Mo Xian, who was carrying a magnifying glass version of the "observation" fragment, pointed sharply at the bloodstains on the back of his hand near the little finger, because her sight at the door was too explicit, and now she has experience. Taking a quick glance, he turned away naturally.

At this moment, Mr. Holmes and Mr. Foster finished their greetings, and began to discuss how sunny the weather is in Weybridge town today, and how gloomy and dark it is in London, but Mo Xian really didn't understand Why can they have such a happy chat about such a simple topic as the weather, and they can only watch the barrage idly by the side, as a crooked nut who talks a lot and makes mistakes, it is better for her to be quiet at this time.

[What a boring topic,] Seeing this barrage, Mo Xian had to nod his head in agreement, [As soon as we met, I said that the weather is very good today, it’s very good, what do you think, and I think it’s also very good, aren’t they boring?People like us in Greater China are so straightforward. When we meet, we ask "Have you eaten yet?" ][hhhh The foodie upstairs is correct. ] [I'm so hungry. ]

[Eating potato chips while watching the live broadcast is so happy~]

Then, the topic turned to food and never came back. Mo Xian felt hungry just looking at it, holding a cup to quench his thirst, so he simply put the small barrage fonts directly.

When the two talked about getting excited, Mr. Holmes took out a long and pointed clay pipe from nowhere, begged for shredded tobacco from Mr. Foster, who was also a smoker, and asked for another match and ran to the fireplace to light it. Smoking happily, the curling smoke slowly rises from the pipe, making Mo Xian shrug his nose uncomfortably.

After talking nonsense for a while, Mr. Holmes finally turned to the topic, "I heard that Mr. Foster is engaged."

Little Foster instinctively covered the engagement ring on his left middle finger with his hand, "Yes, it happened last month."

"Then it is a wise decision for you to choose to live in this small town," Mr. Holmes complimented subtly. "When we walked in just now, a distinguished lady came out to meet me. I'm sure it must be Little Foster. Mrs."

"No, sir, you made a mistake." Little Mr. Foster relaxed his vigilance. The corners of his lips curled into a mocking arc, and he didn't know who he was laughing at. "She is resting upstairs."

"Dear me! I could have sworn she was wearing a light blue gown," insisted Mr. Holmes stubbornly. "I've put three pounds on the question, and I'll bet that the town of Weybridge Only your wife has such a dignified temperament and elegant figure!"

"Then you've lost your three-pound bet," said Mr. Foster amusedly. "If you don't believe me, I'll send her down."

Just leave, after Mr. Foster went upstairs, Mo Xian looked at Holmes in a daze, and then at Mr. Foster who disappeared at the top of the stairs.

If it wasn't for the wrong timing, she might have applauded Mr. Holmes' acting skills with a confused face.

"When you meet such an arrogant person, and he is trying to hide some secrets," Holmes put away his exaggerated expression just now, leaned back on the sofa, and took a long breath Yan, "You can always make him show his flaws with compliments."

Mo Xian was almost overwhelmed by the clever brain of Mr. Holmes' handsome face hidden behind the smoke. She said convincingly, "You are really amazing, my dear Mr. Holmes. If you leave it for centuries, you will definitely be..." Hearing the sound of footsteps upstairs, Mo Xian swallowed the words of "caught and researched in the laboratory", only to realize what he said belatedly.

Centuries later?

Seeing that Holmes looked at her sharply, Mo Xian almost cried in fright.

('A'.) Am I revealing something?

[Tianja broadcaster, you are so stupid,] The audience in the live broadcast room not only did not sympathize but laughed, [Didn’t you just say hello, I come from centuries later? ! ] [Other side!Sherlock Holmes should not be that smart yet!Oh no, his brain hole should not be that big! ] [I think it is more likely that he suspects that you are from a mental hospital with a mental illness than that you are from the future. ] [I don't know such a stupid vlogger!Don't say I know the podcaster!I don't admit it! ] [Broadcaster, don't be afraid, just act as if nothing happened, he may think you made a mistake, and forget it in case. ][Hehehe, did you forget Holmes’s memory palace upstairs? I think he will hide this sentence deeply in a safe, and watch it over and over again whenever he has time. You should be lucky, broadcaster In the era, there were no laboratories and no mice. [Laughing loudly]] Holmes' gray eyes stared at her for two or three seconds—Mo Xian broke out in a cold sweat, not exaggerating at all—then kindly averted his gaze, put the pipe on the low table, Standing up from the sofa, I met Mr. Foster and her unknown fiancée. The fiancée and his wife wore a black veil, a black hat, and a long black dress—British filial piety, which is different from Mo Xian’s current attire. A man came down to the stairs holding Mr. Foster's arm. Holmes took off his hat and saluted. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Foster."

The fiancée didn't speak, but bowed her head and curtseyed. Mr. Foster Jr. immediately came to the side and said, "She doesn't have a very good voice, and she doesn't like talking very much."

Mr. Holmes nodded to show his understanding. The three of them walked to the living room together. Mo Xian, who stood up with Holmes, also pretended to bow down to salute. ] [Wearing a cheongsam, of course you have to shake the handkerchief! ][It’s okay to just take something and shake it][Let them see the standard etiquette of the Qing court], just kidding, isn’t the decadent standard etiquette of the Qing Dynasty kneeling back and forth?

After sitting down again, the mysterious fiancée was opposite Mo Xian. While listening to the two men talking about Mrs. Foster's funeral with a smile, Mo Xian glanced at Mrs. Foster's behavior from the corner of her eye. Aim at the two little Fosters 360 degrees without any dead angle. Unlike Mo Xian, the audience in the live broadcast room can see the details on them more clearly. Xian's lower right corner of the field of vision suddenly lit up a bold light green barrage: [Please aim at Mrs. Foster's hand. ] Got a clue? !

With a fascinated smile, Mo Xian seemed to be deeply intoxicated in the topics of the gentlemen, but his consciousness deftly pointed the live broadcast ball at Mrs. Foster's hands. Mrs. Foster was wearing a pair of black gauze gloves, through which Hollow out gloves, it seems that the audience can see some information.

Ye Yushi was one of the people who saw the clues. He aimed at Mrs. Foster's hands and cut hundreds of pictures in 360 degrees. He occupied the entire computer screen with his hands and did not lose the high-definition effect before he threw the picture into the penguin colony.

Sure enough, as soon as the picture was thrown, someone immediately floated up from the dive, "What is this?"

"Look carefully at the hand under the glove." Ye Yushi replied concisely, "It's actually very obvious."

Under the black gauze hollowed-out gloves, Mrs. Little Foster had a few red marks on the sides of her hands, which were much lighter than the blood marks on Mr. Foster's hands. Seeing this picture, people in the group erupted to express themselves opinion, "Did the dead catch it?"

"Even if not, the two fiancee must have ghosts."

"Suspicion has completely shifted to them."

"I think Mr. Foster did it! There is no doubt about it!"

"Brother Bashan," at this moment, someone in the group suddenly asked, "Do you still have the enlarged high-definition picture of the deceased?"

Ye Yushi didn't say anything else, he typed a few lines of code in the computer with his fingers, and then turned out the picture they wanted, and threw it into the group.

"Mrs. Foster, no nails!" After some observation, Han Jiangxue, a lover of mystery novels, suddenly noticed this, and shouted excitedly in the group, "Did you see that? No matter how hard she scratches, she can only Leaving red marks! And she drank so much wine! Must have no strength!"

There was a burst of cheers from the group, and the answer was quickly sent to the barrage. At this time, Mr. Holmes had already discussed with Mr. Foster Jr. about the time to attend the funeral. He stood up and was about to say goodbye. Mr. Foster Jr. and his fiancee went straight He sent Holmes and Mo Xian to the door before returning to the house.

Although Mo Xian learned important clues, she didn't know how to tell Mr. Holmes. What could she say?In fact, I have clairvoyance, and I can see Mrs. Foster's hand through the glove?She's not that stupid yet.

"Are we going back?" Coming out of Mr. Foster's small road, Mo Xian looked at the golden fields swaying in the wind, and some didn't want to go back to London so soon.

"No rush." ​​Stepping onto the main road, Holmes did not walk towards the train station, but walked in the opposite direction. Mo Xian let out a "huh" and hurriedly followed, "Mr. Holmes, where are we going?"

"My dear Mo," whistled Holmes, "have you not suspected little Mrs. Foster?"

Mrs. Little Foster's identity?

Mr. Little Foster did hide his fiancée very well, which may have something to do with her identity, but how could Mo Xian guess it for no reason!

The audience members who were stunned with her immediately used their imaginations, [Is his fiancée his sister?The kind that was lost for many years before being brought back? ][As soon as Holmes said it, I realized that the fiancée was indeed hiding too well, neither her face nor her voice was revealed, there must be something wrong with her identity! ][Nonsense, Holmes has said that there is a problem with her identity, so there must be a problem, what is the problem!Fuck me, I've been drawn into it by myself. ] [Don't make wild guesses, let's recall what Mrs. Foster looked like! ] Seeing this, Ye Yushi threw a few screenshots of Little Mrs. Foster into the group. The people in the group happily accepted this challenge and prepared to dig out the identity of Little Mrs. Foster from the screenshots. At the same time, amidst Mo Xian's incessant question—"What identity? What identity is Little Mrs. Forster?"—Holmes still did not answer her question, and his eyes shone strangely, as if he was trying his best to suppress it. own excitement.

Mo Xian, who was powerless to do anything about it, didn't ask any more questions, since he wouldn't answer anyway, she thought of her audience friends.

"She's not too thin," said the group members who had screenshots, and could finally use this to guess the identity of the fiancée. "Look at the comparison between her waistline and Mr. Foster's."

"What does it mean not to be thin?" Someone taunted, "It's obviously strong!"

That's right, Mr. Foster's fiancée is very strong. Unlike fat, her muscles are tight.

"It must be very powerful," Han Jiangxue hurriedly reminded, "Don't forget the red marks on her hands!"

"The hair is also dull, especially compared with the sister paper of the host, it is like straw."

"I don't think she should be middle-class, and she doesn't have that kind of temperament. Of course, the temperament is illusory, so I'll just talk about it casually."

"Could it be that she is the older sister of the victim's fiancé?" The members of the group started to talk nonsense, "The victim's fiancé is a low-class carpenter. If she is also a low-class carpenter, we will be connected."

After all, they are untrained ordinary people. After speculating for a long time, they didn't draw any useful conclusions. As for the low-income class, they didn't want to use it to mislead the broadcaster. There is no other gain.

"It would be great if someone from the government is in this group," someone in the group couldn't help feeling so emotional, "What experts and professors, they will definitely be able to figure it out together."

"Return to the official, do you want the broadcaster to be sent to the laboratory as a guinea pig?" For the existence of the official, most ordinary people respect and fear, "Don't mention it, we must keep it secret! Keep it secret!"

It is said that there are more than 1000 people in the group and no one has thought of reporting this live broadcast room to the country. Han Jiangxue is also a little puzzled, but she understands that as long as the broadcaster continues to live broadcast, sooner or later this live broadcast room will be exposed to the eyes of the world. Her little brain really couldn't figure out the consequences after being exposed.

I just wish that day would be a little later.

Mo Xian followed Sherlock Holmes for about ten minutes, and saw a tall and majestic white building with a steeple in the distance. The graduate student of the history department who came back from get out of class immediately shot a barrage of bullets when he saw the building, "This is the building. church!"

church?

The church is the place where the engagement ceremony is held. Among other things, the pastor must know the identity of the bride-to-be!

Thinking of this, Mo Xian and the audience couldn't wait to follow Holmes into the church.

The interior of the church can be described as resplendent and magnificent, with painted windows of Bible stories, neatly arranged wooden chairs, and the podium at the front of the church and the cross hanging in the middle. An old pastor was packing up books on the podium. Holmes walked directly onto the podium, He took out two pounds and waved them in front of the pastor, and the pastor willingly revealed the name of Mr. Foster's fiancée.

Not to mention, the name is quite familiar.

Where have you heard it?

Just when Holmes jumped down in satisfaction and was about to go out, Mo Xian and the audience in the live room remembered the origin of the name at the same time, and exclaimed in surprise: "It's her?!"

"It was her!"