[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

Why regret something you couldn't do.

——Hugo

On this day, Mo Xian got up early, and she quickly opened the milky white curtains. The morning sun shone into the room with the fresh breath of morning dew, and tiny dust floated and danced in the morning light. The maple leaves fluttered in the wind, and the whole city was shrouded in thin smog.

She stood in front of the window and gazed at the morning in London for a while. This might be her last night in London. The system said she could leave at any time, and she also planned to ask Watson to book a ticket for her to go to India. Count as beginning and end.

Such a sad mood didn't last long. She closed the curtains and warned herself not to be immersed in the parting atmosphere. Even though the system stated that she could come back anytime as long as the live broadcast was guaranteed, in the final analysis, she did not belong to the Victorian era, and she needed to live. my own life.

As usual, she washed her face and brushed her teeth, and changed into a cheongsam embroidered with white roses on a black background. She knelt on the bed and made a wooden suitcase to hold her nightgown, a change of clothes, and the ashes of the mission props. Looking at this small urn, Mo Xian sighed, put it in the box, and realized that it was getting late, so she carried the heavy box and went downstairs. Passing by the second floor, she paused and looked back at the living room. It seemed that Mr. Holmes hadn't gotten up yet. There was no movement in the living room through a door, she hesitated for a while, and then went down to the first floor with the box in her arms.

In the dining room on the first floor, Mrs. Hudson was frying ham in the kitchen. There was a sweet smell of meat in the living room. What surprised Mo Xian was that Mr. Holmes was sitting peacefully at the table with a white tablecloth reading the newspaper. He was wearing a A white shirt with a dark waistcoat outside, outlining a thin and slender figure—of course this is not the attire for staying at home—a ham and eggs and a cup of coffee are placed in front of her, and she doesn’t look up when she comes in Say, "Good morning, Mo."

"Good morning, Mr. Holmes," Mo Xian said with a happy smile, "I really didn't expect to see you. Good morning, Aunt Hudson."

"Good morning, my dear Angel," said Mrs. Hudson in a white linen apron, bringing two teas and coffee, and pushing one of them onto the table next to Holmes. "Have a quick breakfast, Dr. Watson estimates. Coming."

"Thank you, Aunt Hudson," she said with difficulty, lifting the heavy box to a corner. Turning around, Holmes put down the newspaper and was frowning at her. "If you ask me for help, I will be more than happy to help."

"It doesn't matter." Mo Xian had exercised well at school. This wooden box was a bit big, but it wasn't too heavy to carry. Xiao ran sat at the table, she was relieved, and began to enjoy her own breakfast , but Mrs. Hudson asked in confusion when she saw Mr. Holmes's clothes, "Mr. Holmes, are you planning to go out?"

"Well," said Holmes, putting down the newspaper, and cutting the ham and eggs with his knife and fork, "I have changed my mind. I will go to Baconsfield with you."

This is really good news!Although Mo Xian didn't know why Holmes suddenly changed his mind and wanted to participate in this case that was too simple in his eyes, she still couldn't help showing a smile, "That's great, Mr. Holmes."

Mrs. Hudson also nodded happily, "This must be a pleasant journey."

And when Dr. Watson, who came to 221B Baker Street to pick him up, heard the good news, he also exclaimed in surprise, "My dear old friend, you have finally changed your mind." It seems that in his eyes, Sherlock Holmes is this A helpful character.

After breakfast, Mo Xian put on his cloak, Holmes put on his cloak and coat, Watson helped carry the suitcase, and Mrs. Hudson first went out to negotiate with the coachman. A group of people came to the train in a mighty carriage. After several hours of train ride, I finally arrived at Beckensfield.

Mo Xian started the live broadcast as early as when she was riding in the carriage—if it wasn’t for the system reminder, she might have forgotten it, because the few people chatting happily along the way, she never knew that Mr. Holmes could be so talkative, from medieval pottery to Italian violins, Christian miracle dramas, and even Chinese porcelain are very familiar. The audience in the live broadcast room were overwhelmed by his talent. Li Shi, a graduate student in the Department of History, said that he benefited a lot from first-hand information. He also intends to summarize the content of this conversation and write a graduation thesis on a topic he is interested in.

[I didn't expect Holmes to be so good at chatting,] Many viewers found it incredible, [It simply subverted my image of Holmes. ][I always thought he was an indifferent boy who loves to pretend, but I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw this scene. ] [Let me tell you a joke, talkative Sherlock Holmes. ] [Hey, hey, the character design is broken. ]

[The above is too much, Sherlock Holmes is very human when he has acquaintances (especially Watson),] Han Jiangxue, who has read the original book many times, dissatisfiedly sent bullet screens to refute those remarks that came out of his mind without moving his mouth, [ It is recorded in "Three People with the Same Surname" that when Watson was injured, Holmes was frightened and cried. Fortunately, it was a flesh injury. He also said that if the murderer hurt Watson, he would not have to plan to leave alive. You know, Holmes shot Moriarty himself, and he really did it. ] [My mother, what a man! ] [Gosh!Awesome! ]

[Amazing my Sherlock Holmes! ]

[Isn't the point of being scared to cry? ]

[Is Watson about to cry?Sure enough, it is Fuhua's kingly way, which can be dismantled and irreversible! ] What the hell, inadvertently glanced at the barrage that was becoming more and more corrupt, Mo Xian rolled his eyes in his heart, and simply shrunk the barrage to the minimum, so that what he saw was nothing.

Time always passed quickly when chatting, and Mo Xian just listened quietly at first, but then Watson seemed not to want her to feel neglected, and frequently brought the topic to her, which aroused concern on the screen. The department attaches great importance to it. Although Mo Xian has the self-consciousness of a time traveler and doesn't talk about her own affairs, it is easy to analyze her views on things, topics she is good at, things she rejects, etc. Wait, if these materials are used well, it can greatly deepen her favorability. Staff Chen thought about it and came up with more than a dozen plans to gain the favor of the broadcaster. He only waited for the staff team and experts and scholars to make additions and changes. You can start using it.

Don't be in a hurry. Although the staff team expected the broadcaster's rejection of the live broadcast, they were not prepared for her to end the live broadcast so quickly. It was not enough for a week. This forced them to act cautiously. As I said, we must let the broadcaster continue to open the live broadcast room.

And the audience in the live broadcast room didn’t seem to know that the broadcaster should come from a parallel universe. They thought that Mo Xian was from their era, and they wanted her to leave Weibo. They didn’t even think about it. Weibo, the next day, oh no, there is no need for a second day, the next second will definitely be...

and many more!

The broadcaster is not from their universe!She doesn't have to worry about this issue!

Moreover, from a technical point of view, even the live broadcast room can be opened, why can't we open Weibo?

[Broadcasting host, please start a Weibo,] A light blue barrage crossed the lower right corner of the field of vision, [Even if you are not live broadcasting, we can still contact you. ] [Yeah,] Bringing up this cliché, pure viewers can't sit still, [Can the broadcaster open Weibo? ][嘤嘤嘤broadcast is mainly to open Weibo and I am the first to follow! ] [The broadcaster should start a Weibo, so that we can catch up with you as soon as you post a live Weibo, and you don't have to stay in the live broadcast room every day. ] [Broadcaster~ Are you willing to leave us behind? [Let me tell you if labor and capital cry]] Mo Xian, who got off the carriage early and was following Sherlock Holmes and Watson on the train looking for a box seat, was taken aback when she saw the barrage. Seeing the term "Weibo" for the second time, seeing more and more bullet screens, tears and snot flying in the lower right corner, she also had to contact the system in her mind, "What is that Weibo?"

"It's a social networking site for live viewers," the system replied quickly, with a clear electronic voice, "If you want to open Weibo, you need a customized smart 'Sydney' mobile phone, the price of which is 9998 in the mall."

"Can I use it to contact people who travel across the world?" Mo Xian wondered, "Such as Sherlock Holmes?"

#Carry Grandpa (Sherlock Holmes)#

The system fell silent all of a sudden, and seemed to be scared off by her whimsy. After a while, a weak electronic voice sounded, "This system has insufficient authority to query."

"So, is it possible?" Mo Xian really began to think about this possibility, "First of all, we have to know whether the things in the mall can be used for them, and then, whether they can use them in this world, after all, Victoria There was no wifi in the era, oh no, let alone wifi, there is no wired network, at least the Internet will not appear until more than 100 years later, and there are chargers, and there is no electricity here." The more she thought about it, the more she felt funny, she shook Shaking his head, he dismissed the thought, "Forget it, I know it's impossible..."

"The latter item is not a problem at all," the system quickly replied in her mind, "Please believe me, the items sold in the system store can be used even in primitive society, as long as there are creatures who know how to use them."

"Angel!" During the short time she was communicating with the system, Watson and Holmes had already found Lestrade's box. Seeing that she was the last one, Mrs. Hudson raised her voice, "Here !"

"Here we come," she hastened to meet her, with the unfinished words of the system still in her mind, "Come on, broadcaster, as long as you continue to broadcast live, you will be able to unlock the system permissions one day."

"Let's talk about it when the time comes." Mo procrastination, late stage of lazy cancer, habitually put the matter back, "It's a big deal, let's forget it, anyway..."

She walked into the box, saw Mr. Holmes turned his head and glanced at her, and continued to talk to Watson after confirming that there was nothing wrong, with a pause in her mind for rejection.

"……talk later!"