[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

Don't try to hide evidence, because it will eventually be revealed.

—Russell.

Handing over the money for the carriage to the coachman, Mo Xian watched the carriage creak and leave, standing curiously by the door, looking at the black door, and the bullet screens also watched the door blow up: [Really It's 221B Baker Street! ][Too true, the house number I saw at the Sherlock Holmes Museum is exactly the same as this one! ][I think the house number of Detective Sherlock is exactly the same! ] [No trace of PS! ]

Holding a big black umbrella, she said to the audience in the live broadcast room, "My identity is the daughter of a good friend of Mr. Holmes' landlady." She briefly stated her identity and origin, "I live temporarily on the street. 230 Baker Street opposite, and now I am going to visit the landlady."

After the introduction, she complained to the system in her mind, "This is too stupid. If there is someone next to me and I have to talk in the live broadcast room, people will think I am crazy."

"You can chat with the audience with your mind, if you want," the system's electronic voice prompts, "just like talking to me."

After learning about the broadcaster's information, the audience became excited, and the bullet screen quickly slid across Mo Xian's lower right corner of view, [666, this background is well set. ] [The broadcaster has a lot of roles, how much is the salary? ] [Kangmu Ang Beibi!Go knock on the door!Let's take a tour of Sherlock Holmes' home! ] [If there is really Sherlock Holmes inside, you better change your clothes if you want to go in. ] Just about to put away the umbrella and prepare to stand by the door to ring the doorbell, Mo Xian saw the last barrage with sharp eyes, and lowered her raised hand again. She asked consciously in the live broadcast room, "Why?" Responding to this question——

[The broadcaster's clothes!It doesn't look like it's from the Victorian era!What a show!Bad reviews from costumers! ] [And there should be no high heels now, right? ] [High heels already have it!But the windbreaker is not real yet, and there is definitely no Chanel white suit. Counting the broadcaster is also a rich man, envy. ][Holmes can tell where you have been from the mud spots on your shoes. Since the background setting is from Huaguo, let’s wear a cheongsam. Huaguo was still in the reign of Empress Dowager Cixi, so it’s always right to wear this. ][The cheongsam is too cold, look at the light rain blowing, add a cloak, the broadcaster is so beautiful, don’t catch a cold, I remember when I watched "Golden Branch Desire", their cloaks were so beautiful. ] The bullet screen gave her advice one by one, Mo Xian tightened his windbreaker, saw that there was no carriage left and right, stepped on high heels and carried a big black umbrella and walked across the road towards the address provided by the system. On the other side of the street, she arrived in a few seconds, and she didn't know how the system arranged it. She actually took out the key from her satchel, opened the door with a speechless expression, and put the umbrella on the shelf at the top of the stairs.

On the first floor, through the porch is the dining room. The long dining table is covered with floral tablecloths and two rows of candles are placed. In the orange light of the candles, a wooden door by the wall opens wide, revealing a small hearth inside. Amidst the exclamation of the bullet screen, Mo Xian walked up the stairs in the porch to the second floor. The small living room behind the door on the second floor was full of sofas, chairs, carpets, wooden bookshelves and desks, and a fire was burning. There is even a black piano next to the fireplace, and the orange candles and kerosene lights are reflected on the wallpaper of cornflowers and poppies, which is warm and cozy.

[Complete Victorian style, except for the broadcaster, there is no flaw. ] [The broadcaster's style of painting is too different. ][looks great!I really want to decorate my home like this! ]

However, Mo Xian didn't think there was anything to look at. She glanced at the living room, but no one was there, so she continued to go upstairs. The third floor is the bedroom. The master bedroom has her name on it, and the side bedroom is a closed writing She fumbled a few times in her satchel for the house with the name of the landlady. She found another key and opened the door. It was dark inside and she couldn't see anything. She stood in front of the door with a dazed expression on her face.

In this day and age, there were no electric lights.

She had no choice but to fumble to the first floor to fetch a candle and come back.With the faint candlelight, she saw the door of the dressing room, the fireplace next to it, and the silver candlestick on the low table in front of the fireplace. She lit the five candles on the candlestick, and the room quickly lit up.

Sitting on the sofa next to the low table, Mo Xian took off her shoes and rubbed her ankles, just in time to touch the big wooden box next to the sofa, which seemed to be the luggage provided by the system. Sitting barefoot on the carpet, she opened the suitcase, first Put the plot item urn on the carpet, count the remaining things, a bag of coins, ID cards, some sundries wrapped in cloth, a set of cotton robes, a set of cheongsams, dusty and ugly , the audience who saw these two sets of clothes with her couldn't bear to see her put them on, [It's so ugly, don't want it, buy a new one. ] [System prompt: At that time, I rewarded you with 10000 points. ] "The mall is open!" The electronic voice of the system raised its pitch, "Congratulations to the broadcaster, you have obtained the first reward points, you can go to the mall to buy, buy, buy!"

Guided by the barrage of the audience - they were very interested and tirelessly trying to help Mo Xian hide from Holmes' sharp eyes, although most people did not believe that they would see the real Sherlock Holmes - she spent 100 points in the mall I bought two sets of new clothes that were the same style as the old clothes, and the color was not particularly outstanding. I even found out the reason. The old clothes were worn on the ship coming to England, and the new clothes were brought over to meet guests and wear them at funerals.

Turning the live broadcast camera to the street where the rain stopped, Mo Xian took the clothes into the dressing room, casually wiped his body with a towel in the suitcase dipped in some cold water, and studied the new clothes for a long time before putting them on.Right after she entered the dressing room, the viewers in the live broadcast room also took advantage of their free time to Amway #见给纳纳?朗沃斯# live broadcast room, even if they did not believe that the broadcaster could really meet Holmes, they also became interested in her live broadcast.

"Wang Ran at the time" was one of them. His father was too rich, and he had an older brother on his head. He was bored at home while waiting for his friends to go to a prom. He accidentally clicked into Mo Xian's live broadcast room, as Sherlock Holmes My fanboy, he is very interested in any live broadcast about Sherlock Holmes, and rewarding Mo Xian with 1 yuan is just a trifle. A place similar to London has been built on the island, like a film and television city, employing some artists as citizens—fortunately, he didn’t see London’s landmark Tower Bridge when he came in, otherwise he might think that Mo Xian is crazy , to build a real city—maybe in a while he'll see Curly sitting behind the door at 221B Baker Street smiling at him.

Of course, no matter what kind of whimsy it is, it is better than the broadcaster traveling to Victorian London and meeting Sherlock Holmes who came out of the book, right?

Thinking of this, he took a puff of cigarette, skillfully exhaled a string of eye circles, and waited for the host to reappear in the live broadcast room. As for the dance?Where is Sherlock Holmes important!

[Wow! ]

[Blog host marry me! ]

When Mo Xian reappeared in the camera, she looked completely different. Her coquettish red lips were suppressed by the half-sleeved black cheongsam she was wearing, and she was actually glamorous. The western furnishings in the whole room are coordinated, but when she raised the corners of her lips and smiled, um, she was still the pretentious young lady who knew that she would pick on you at a glance.

"The clothes have been changed and the shoes have been wiped clean." She couldn't wait to put on the black cloak of the same style, and lifted the curly hair that reached to her shoulders-speaking of hair, there was also a barrage pulling "the parents of the body, hair and skin" "The old saying should I buy a wig, and several other barrages quickly raised objections. In the late Qing Dynasty, I didn't pay much attention to hairstyles. Blabla—she picked up the Pandora bag she put on the sofa, "Don't visit this Detective, it's getting dark."

Subconsciously glanced at the watch, seven fifteen.

[Don’t you think it’s uncoordinated to have a cheongsam with such a big bag? ] The barrage is still complaining, but Mo Xian hurriedly stepped on the high-heeled shoes and rushed out of the door. After locking it with the key, he rolled down the stairs like a gust of wind, locked the door, pulled the cloak, and walked slowly to Baker. Go to Street 221B.

After all these twists and turns, Mo Xian already had a well-thought-out plan, and she thought that there would be no flaws in her whole body. She wore gloves and turned the doorbell, adjusting her facial expressions, and the bullet screens were also (pretending) ready to go. At this moment, there is no barrage in the lower right corner of Mo Xian's field of vision.

"Oh, you are..." Mrs. Hudson who opened the door saw a strange girl waiting outside, she was stunned for a second, and then realized from her attire, "Oh! You must be, must be littleangel .”

Angel is the English name given to Mo Xian by the system. Mo Xian can almost imagine the belly laughs of the bullet screeners when they saw the translation of "You must be a little angel". The words were shrunk to the smallest, so small that you couldn’t see them without looking carefully, while sincerely pretending to be an old acquaintance in a foreign country, waved the veil covering your mouth and nose at the corner of your eyes, and shouted sincerely, "Ha Aunt Desen."

[666, the podcaster's acting skills are overwhelming, and the statuette is waving to you. ] [I woke up with a jerk. ]

[Hahaha the voice of the broadcaster is so exaggerated, why don't you do this. ] [A wave of rewards for the broadcaster's acting skills. ]

However, Mo Xian, who was immersed in his acting skills at this time, did not realize that there were a few more points in his account, "Poor kid," Mrs. Hudson hurriedly stepped in, "Come in, come in."

The door of 221B Baker Street closed slowly behind her. When Mrs. Hudson closed the door, she took a deep breath, knowing that what was coming would be the greatest test of her acting skills.

Once inside, Mrs. Hudson asked her to hang her cloak on the coat rack by the door, and motioned for her to follow her up the stairs, muttering, "It broke my heart when I got your father's telegram." Yes, your mother and I have been old friends for more than ten years, but I never thought, alas, did your father let you come from Huaguo alone?"

"Yes," she said, groping her way up the dark stairs, a test for a girl in high heels, "father was ill after mother died, very ill, Aunt Hudson, I can only send twelve servants to come with me, but they are not acclimatized, and they can't bear it in India, so I have to come alone, oh no, with my mother, thank you Aunt Hudson, if not You, I might sleep on the street."

"Oh my poor boy," said Mrs. Hudson as the stairs were short, and she pushed open the door at the top of the stairs, and a puff of hot air, coal, tobacco, and chemicals came out through the crack. Smell, maybe disinfectant?Mo Xian guessed, and heard Mrs. Hudson's friendly voice, "Mr. Holmes, I must introduce you to a lady from the East, MissMo."

"Well," as the door opened, the living room slowly appeared in Mo Xian's field of vision, revealing a gentleman sitting on the sofa smoking a pipe, with his back to the door, reading a large newspaper, speaking skillfully and Said in a deep rp British accent, "I think you, a lady from the East, will be very happy to explain why she said the most standard received pronunciation."