[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

How do I love you?

-Shakespeare

"What a surprise! Mr. Holmes!" Lestrade shouted in a low voice as soon as the group returned to the carriage, waving a thin piece of paper with two stubby fingers, Mo Xian worriedly Staring at the thin paper that seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time, he was afraid that Lestrade's hand would shake and destroy the hard-won evidence.

Holmes held out his hand to Lestrade with great interest, took the love letter, read it carefully for a while, frowned thoughtfully, and handed the letter paper to Watson who was sitting next to him habitually. "Look, Watson, you will be interested."

Dr. Watson looked at the letter for a while, reading a few sentences in it, "How do I love you? With my life and soul, this is a rewriting of Shakespeare's verse. It seems that Miss Stone's education has paid off. "

"Go on, Watson," said Holmes, somewhat impatiently.

It seemed that Dr. Watson was concerned about the presence of a lady, so Dr. Watson did not read the sentence as before, but his expression became more and more surprised, which aroused the curiosity of Mo Xian and the audience in the live broadcast room, and all kinds of speculations about Watson What exactly did she see in the letter? Under the instigation of the bullet screens, Mo Xian manipulated the live broadcast ball and carefully approached Watson to enter the contents of the letter. She also glanced at it herself. Fortunately, there was a system to help. The audience racked their brains to translate, she understood the meaning of the whole letter in the first place, she was mentally prepared, she could hardly control her surprised expression, and almost exclaimed.

And there are English majors in the audience, so they directly posted the meaning they understood on the barrage and public screens, causing a lot of [my friends and I were stunned] [my heart is almost Crashed] [You city people really know how to play] emoticons, it's no wonder that Mo Xian just saw the last sentence of the ending "kiss you, touch you, feel you, want you", and began to doubt life The feeling, not to mention the audience in the live broadcast room.

[Gosh, is she really a British girl known for her reservedness? ] The audience couldn't get over it for a while, [Why are you so proficient in driving? ][Old driver~Take me~fly freely~][Drip, student card]

[Really stunned, this is still a girl from more than 100 years ago, why is she so open-minded, even if she wrote a love letter to her teacher's lover, she is still so explicit, no wonder the painter couldn't bear it and had to hand it over to the police. ][Is it true that the artist mistook the letter from his fiancée for Miss Jones? [I was so scared that I ate a whale]] [Silly X in front, how could it be impossible to even read the words of fiancee. ] "My God! Holmes," Watson couldn't hide his shock, "As far as I know, Miss Jones is probably not very old?"

"Thirteen or fourteen," Detective Lestrade added, "that's why I didn't suspect her at first. How could a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl murder her teacher? But after reading this letter After that, I suddenly became a little uncertain."

[Thirteen or fourteen? ! ] The audience couldn't hold it anymore, [Are you fucking kidding me? ] [What was I doing when I was 13?Jumping rubber band?Playing with mud?Throwing sandbags? ] [Miss Jones definitely has a problem. It is impossible for ordinary girls to mature so precociously. ][This is not precocious, is it already ripe? [You seem to be trying to make me laugh] "By the way, Detective," Watson suddenly recalled, "you said that Mr. Jones and Mrs. Jones went to visit the neighbors, but you didn't seem to mention Miss Jones? She went with her ?"

Hearing this, Lestrade flipped through his workbook, swiped his index finger from top to bottom, settled on a certain place, and nodded affirmatively, "No, Miss Jones is studying at home, and the maid has also gone out to buy groceries."

Mr. Jones and Mrs. Jones stayed at the neighbor's house all afternoon, so Miss Jones had time to run to the train station, and the motive—the love letter was right in front of their eyes, not to mention, she should have known that Miss Stone had asked for leave to go home Things, maybe even the departure time of the train is clear.

However, based on common sense, can a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl really commit murder quietly?

"There are so few clues," Detective Lestrade said after a few minutes of silence, flipping through his manual, "The train staff found a girl in a blue tutu hurrying out after the accident, but Her hat covered her face and she couldn't see her face clearly. Of course, it is impossible to say with certainty that the girl is the murderer, so I suggest that we still focus on investigating Mr. Jones' family."

"Here comes the Bentleley's Inn! Gentlemen," cried the coachman, flicking his whip.

The Bantley Hotel is located in a small alley extending from the main road. There are short two-storey houses on the left and right. This four-story marble and white building stands in the middle of the alley almost like a crowd. I don’t know that Lestrade How did the detectives find out.Mo Xian jumped out of the carriage and subconsciously wanted to pick up his luggage, but was stopped by Mr. Holmes. They followed the high-hat uniformed doorman standing in front of the hotel up the steps and entered the central lobby.During the period, Mo Xian also heard the newsboys shouting next to the hotel, "Extraordinary! The truth about the murder on Baker Street has been revealed. If you want to know who the murderer is, just buy a newspaper!"

In the hall, Detective Lestrade went to check in with the doorman. The coal fires in the two marble fireplaces were burning vigorously. There are several landscape paintings hanging, and the maids in black and white maid outfits are stepping on the steps decorated with printed carpets, entering the living room with the open door inside, serving tea and water for the guests in twos and threes, even though the tea time has just passed, But the chatty guests were chatting over buttered muffins and drinking tea.Seeing new guests coming, they all turned their heads, looked at them, and set their eyes on Mo Xian like a strange monkey.

Mo Xian could guess what they were thinking even with his eyes closed. Chinese people in the Victorian era were far from common. Although they might not be able to recognize which Asian country they belonged to, the unfamiliar yellow-skinned faces were enough for them. However, what surprised Mo Xian was that while Dr. Watson was still admiring the decoration of the hotel with Mrs. Hudson, Mr. Holmes had already taken a small step towards her in silence. , for her to block many of the sights cast over her. If it weren't for Mo Xian's observation fragments like a magnifying glass, she might not be able to detect Mr. Holmes' small actions.

Detective Lestrade brought them five adjoining single rooms. The male servants carried a suitcase and sent their luggage to the rooms respectively. After a short conversation, they still refused. Mrs. Hudson wanted to go back to her room to rest, and Mo Xian had no intention of staying and being treated like a monkey. So Watson and Holmes sent them to the room on the second floor. I have to say, The spiral staircase covered with red velvet carpet is very comfortable to step on.

[What a beautiful hotel,] followed Mo Xian into the room, the camera shifted from the creamy white patterned wallpaper and the white bed in the middle of the room to the black wood dressing table, the audience seemed to have never seen this scene before—the fact The same is true on the Internet—I am amazed, [Suddenly found that I can't afford to live in a hotel even 100 years ago. ][It would be even better if there was electricity, but the kerosene lamp is still a bit dim. ] [You can't be too greedy, just give me wifi. ][Who is greedy! [The one in front stop for me]]

Mo Xian lay down on the bed and rested for a while, chatting with the audience - but the experts and scholars on the other side of the screen were very happy. From Mo Xian's words, they sensitively found that she seemed to be less repulsed by the live broadcast than a few days ago , so she continued to act coquettishly and cute, and she must be allowed to continue the live broadcast.

When it comes to the matter of the live broadcast room, there are actually differences among experts and scholars, because they can't figure out what the purpose of Mo Xian's live broadcast is, why should it be broadcast live for them to watch?For a show of force?Or simply want to use this to communicate?A small number of pessimistic scholars suspect that unknown forces are targeting the earth, and suggest guiding the broadcaster to stop live broadcasting, but most experts and professors still insist on encouraging the broadcaster to continue live broadcasting. Why do people explore the universe?Why search for alien life, even if it may bring disaster to mankind?I still don't want to know whether they are the only intelligent life in this vast universe.

What is before them now is such an opportunity. If contact with extraterrestrial life is inevitable, they must take the initiative in their own hands.

Of course, the first thing that needs to be confirmed is whether the live broadcast room is a product of alien creatures, and the only way to confirm this is to let the broadcaster continue to broadcast live.

Although Mo Xian could guess that the audience of her live broadcast should not belong to her own world, and the system had told her this, but she had no curiosity about the audience outside the screen. Without him, the system has been with her for more than ten years , and can take her through time and space, it has long been no surprise.

The dinner was brought by the maid, a piece of roast beef, a piece of soft Yorkshire pudding, a bowl of mashed potatoes, a piece of boiled broccoli and carrots, a classic English dinner. After Mo Xian finished eating, Mrs. Hudson just went to Come and talk to her, "Angel, you're leaving, we need to have a good chat."

From the information disclosed by Mrs. Hudson, Mo Xian knew that Holmes and Watson met Mr. Jones's family downstairs and said a few words. After that, Mr. Holmes invited Detective Lestrade to go again. I went to Mr. Stone's house once, and I haven't come back yet.

Both she and the audience are eager to ask Mr. Holmes what he has discovered, but she is held back by Mrs. Hudson, patiently answering questions she doesn't know herself.By the time Mrs. Hudson was at last content to leave, it was too late for a young girl to look for another man.

The matter has come to an end, and the annoyance is of no avail. Mo Xian and the audience said good night to each other, and made an appointment for the live broadcast at the funeral tomorrow, then closed the live broadcast room, put on a nightgown, blew out the candles, covered the quilt, and quickly sank into the Dreamland.

Probably because of the love letter from Miss Jones, in the dream, she always felt that a pair of eyes were staring at her. The feeling of being treated as a prey made her shudder, until she woke up the next morning, and she touched her back. , full of cold sweat.

After packing himself up, Mo Xian opened the live broadcast room, had breakfast in the living room with the others, then got into the carriage and went to the church to attend the funeral of Miss Jones.

At the same time, Ye Yushi was also getting ready to go. He turned on the computer early in the morning and stared at the live broadcast without moving, just waiting for the suspect to appear for comparison data.

The church cemetery is surrounded by a fence made of vines. It is very quiet. Squirrels are jumping among the trees. Mo Xian is still wearing a black cheongsam and a pair of half-arm black cowhide gloves. They came not early, and the funeral has already been carried out to the end. At the stage, people in black dresses wore mourning expressions, surrounded the square grave, and took turns throwing flowers on the buried coffin. Mr. Stone, who had seen him once, recognized the shape pin next to him. The bone-building Mrs. Stone, and the little Miss Stone supporting her, while Mr. Stone is talking to a middle-aged man, perhaps Mr. Jones?

Beside this suspected Mr. Jones, a girl was smiling at her.

Ye Yushi quickly imported the data of all the people present into the facial recognition software for comparison, and the progress bar moved back every minute, 10%, 20%... 50%... 80%" Detective Lestrade, " While he was staring nervously at the progress bar, Little Miss Stone approached them, curtseyed, and said to Lestrade, "There is something I must tell you."

"90%!"

"About my sister."

"...100%! The murderer is...?!"