[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

Living his life silently, like smoke in the air and bubbles in the water, his traces on the earth will be wiped out in an instant.

——Dante

Mo Xian is a very private person. For her, the joy of becoming famous is far less than the pain of losing her own space—maybe she is worrying too much, cutting a video is not enough to make her fall into the swamp of fame, but She is used to always thinking about the worst-case scenario, so when she saw the gleaming orange barrage in the dark, she instinctively wanted to find a reason to refuse, but was stopped by her rational self.

She needs fame, fame can bring audiences, and the rewards of audiences are very important to her. Why did she work so hard to go to the Victorian era?Isn't it just to collect a piece of reasoning fragments and figure out the murder case that is laid out on him?Since she can overcome thousands of spectators watching her daily life, what does it matter if there are more or less?Thinking of this, she sighed silently in her heart, neither rejected nor agreed immediately, she just said "I want to think about it" in the live broadcast room consciously.

Putting this matter aside, Mo Xian followed the footsteps of Holmes into the well-dressed crowd. Along the way, when they stepped on the black shadows under their feet reflected by the orange kerosene lamp, they passed those luxuriously dressed ladies They always looked at her with a strange look, from the wide-brimmed hat to the high-heeled shoes, not missing a single strand of hair, just looking at her was not enough, Mo Xian could almost hear them whispering behind the exquisite and gorgeous round fans, "Oriental faces."

"Look at her clothes."

"I like how she looks."

"She's so small."

Hearing the last sentence, Mo Xian subconsciously lowered his head and glanced at his still-developing figure, and then at the ladies who were strangled by the tights.

Oh, but keep smiling [smile].

The viewers who noticed the podcaster's actions had long since laughed, [The podcaster is so cute! ] [It's okay, the broadcaster is still in the development stage, let's not be in a hurry ~] [A group of livestock!What are you all thinking!Teach bad minors!Broadcaster, don't worry!It doesn't matter if it's small, just rub it more! ] [Who the hell is the animal! ] There are more viewers in the live broadcast room, so there will be a mixture of good and bad, which is unavoidable, and Mo Xian doesn't take it to heart [smile].

Following the gorgeous ladies into the Albert Concert Hall, she was immediately fascinated by the scene in front of her. The interior of the concert hall was designed in an oval shape. The top floor is the standing seats, and the upper floor is the private box. The ancient red brick and mahogany seats are illuminated by the orange kerosene lamp, which makes the interior of the concert hall dyed with a soft warm red tone, bringing warmth from the ladies. Mo Xian could faintly smell the warm and dry smell of wood left in the air in the gap between the makeup and powder, and when passing through the aisle between the seats, he could also hear the crisp echo of high heels stepping on the bricks and stones mixed with laughter.

"Here," Holmes stopped, and pointed to the thick, soft and comfortable seat beside him. Mo Xian sat next to him. This is a good seat, not too far away to hear the loud orchestra performance clearly, nor too close Listening to the noise, looking at it from the perspective of Mo Xian, the members of the orchestra are playing and cleaning all kinds of musical instruments under bright lights, violins, cellos, pianos... all looking ready to go, the audience in the live broadcast room also They all became excited, [Seriously speaking, I haven't heard a concert yet! ][I'm not interested in music, but in order to pretend to be cool in front of my girlfriend in the future, I'd better listen to it. ] [Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly ][I don't know what track will be played in this concert, does the podcaster need a professional commentary?I’m a music student, and after watching the live broadcast for a long time, it’s finally useful [Laozi jumps like a man]] [Blogger, move your camera, don’t keep staring at the two men in front, take more pictures of girls Paper. ] Before watching the barrage, Mo Xian always had the habit of taking a quick glance at Holmes’ movements, but he was staring straight ahead—the kind that really stared, without blinking—and remained motionless, as if caught in a trap. While thinking, this was very unusual, Mo Xian followed his line of sight sensitively, and almost said "huh".

The ones sitting in front are the two men mentioned in the barrage?

Holmes seemed to feel Mo Xian's puzzled gaze. He looked away. Although his facial expression was unrecognizable, judging from his eyes that were as bright as stars spilling into the lake, Mr. Holmes should have gained a lot. It's a pity that people here are too talkative Miscellaneous, if you want to say something, you have to amplify your voice, so Mo Xian stopped asking, and turned to look at the two gentlemen sitting in front of him.

Under the lens of the broadcaster, the movement of Sherlock Holmes was naturally seen by the audience. They immediately broke away from Gao (wu) Ya (liao)'s concert to discuss this unusual phenomenon, and agreed that Holmes did this. There must be a reason for the move, and it is still a very important reason.

[Blogger, let us take a closer look at the two men in front! ] The barrage that asked her to take more pictures of younger sisters just now disappeared, and the audience cheered like a stealing cat, [Look at my grandson's piercing eyes!Duh! ][#The whole live broadcast room is full of funny than what to do online! #] [Hehehe, did you forget to count yourself in? ] [Stop making trouble, seriously, I don't see any flowers, why does Holmes take it so seriously? ] [There are flowers, isn't that shorter man wearing a rose on his chest? ] Seeing that the barrage was getting farther and farther away from the topic, Ye Yushi was also drunk, so he casually put the screenshots of the faces of the two men into the face recognition system to compare Mrs. Foster, Mr. Foster Jr., and Miss Mia Stone. The progress had only reached 30%, and he realized how stupid he was. Holmes was sitting behind them, and he must not be able to see the face. How could it have anything to do with the face!

Just when the audience was at a loss for what to do with the two men, the concert had already started. Mo Xian leaned on the back of his seat and listened to the music. From curiosity at the beginning to boredom, at the end he closed his eyes slightly and fell asleep unconsciously up.

After walking all day, she was indeed tired.

When the concert was coming to an end, the electronic sound of the system woke her up. Mo Xian was a little embarrassed. She obviously asked to come here, but she fell asleep rudely at the concert and slept very soundly. Sweet, and the important thing is, there is Mr. Holmes next to her, which makes it even more embarrassing.

However, Sherlock Holmes pretended that nothing happened - so much that Mo Xian almost thought he hadn't seen anything, but as long as he used his brain to think about his keen observation ability, Knowing that Mo Xian is lying to himself.However, she also secretly thanked Mr. Holmes for his kindness in her heart, and warned the system that it would not let her sleep no matter how sleepy the next time this situation happened.

After the concert ended, the audience exited in an orderly manner. Mo Xian noticed that Holmes glanced at the two men sitting in front just now, and then signaled Mo Xian to go ahead.

Seeing that Mr. Holmes cared so much about those two men, the audience unknowingly raised their seriousness by several levels. The main rewarder who once missed the hot spot in the live broadcast room because of too busy party, the screen name "At that time Wang Ran", After the rich second generation Chi Hao habitually rewarded tens of thousands of small coins, he carefully read the audience's barrage guesses, and felt that there was something strange between the two men.

One is tall and the other is short, they wear suits and tall hats, except that the shorter man has a rose on his chest, there is nothing special about them... Wait!

Chi Hao seemed to have discovered something.

He has money and leisure, and has seen all kinds of parties. The behavior of these two men gave him a familiar feeling, but he couldn't remember where he felt it.

"Mr. Holmes," he couldn't guess, Mo Xian stepped forward and asked as soon as he left the concert hall, "Can you tell me what the two gentlemen have to do with our case?"

Holmes has always answered her questions patiently, prompting her to think even if he didn't say anything, so after he pondered for a while, he smiled and said, "Your observation skills are indeed outstanding, but, I'm afraid, it's not suitable to tell them. You." Mo Xian was really surprised, because in her heart, Mr. Holmes has always been a wise and kind teacher, so when she got this answer, she was really aggrieved.

"Okay, Mr. Holmes," Mo Xian smiled, looked around, and changed the subject, "Do we need to call a carriage?"

[Blog host don't cry!You and us! ] Watching this scene, the audience came up to comfort her intimately, [We will always be your backing!A Sherlock Holmes dog is brought, and countless Sherlock Holmes get up! ] [What the hell!My big Sherlock Holmes doesn't know how to lead a dog! ] [The moment when the podcaster feels wronged is so cute! ]

[Oh my little sweetheart~ Mengmeng stands up! ]

[Touch the podcaster, I think Holmes must have his reasons, don't worry, we will all work hard to reason and tell you the truth! ] Getting into the carriage that Holmes had called out a long time ago, Mo Xian sat in the corner and watched the comforting words in the barrage one by one, the corners of her lips gradually deepened. At this moment, she finally understood why people fall in love with the feeling of being famous , There are so many people who think about you, so many people are your backing, even if you go to the end of the world, you still don't give up or give up. This feeling of being placed in the palm of your hand is indeed very good.

Just when Mo Xian began to consider whether to agree to the director's request, a sky blue barrage suddenly crossed his field of vision, [I see!I know why Mr. Holmes pays so much attention to those two people, and I don't want you to know why! ][because……