[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

People's social interaction is not instinct at all, that is to say, it is not for social love, but for fear of loneliness.

——Schopenhauer

Mo Xian turned the faucet and washed his hands carefully under the rushing cold water. While blinking at the more beautiful self in the mirror under the warm light, he put his wet hands under the dryer to dry. Warm in hand.

"Can you tell me why you landed in the bathroom?" Mo Xian took out a Mac and carefully applied the lip makeup, and asked the system helplessly in his mind, "Is it so difficult to choose a place where there is no one?"

"The identity information has been conveyed, please accept it." It slyly avoided Mo Xian's questioning.

In this world, Mo Xian comes from Huaguo—a natural performance. He is currently living in the Capitol Riverside community in the southeast of Washington, DC. He has just finished the SAT and is experiencing a gap year. Playing for a year, however, when he was preparing to travel abroad, he was innocently involved in a murder case. He was considered by the police as the prime suspect and was restricted from going abroad. Now he is looking for a back door to go to the Letterman Group as a trainee. The Letterman Group does not cooperate with private individuals. Otherwise, Mo Xian would be able to entrust them directly to the door.She hopes to clear the suspicion as soon as possible, so as not to miss a good time of the year.This identity background is so seamless, if Mo Xian hadn't seen a blond woman walking out of the bathroom just now, she would almost have thought that she was still in the island country.

"This is to make you feel more involved," the electronic sound of the system sounded at the right time, "and also to prevent Letterman from seeing through your lies."

Mo Xian could only shrug her shoulders, walked out of the bathroom with a small black satchel, stepped into the soft lawn, looked around, her eyes lit up.

In the past, she had been to many countries during her holidays, but most of them were limited to Asia, more precisely, Huaguo, so in her impression, developed countries like the United States should be full of high-rise buildings. The lawn is full of green grass, and the embankment of the blue river is covered with pink and white cherry blossoms. Not far away, the white monument and the blue sky are reflected in the water. When the wind blows, the river sparkles in the sun.

Seeing such a beautiful scenery, Mo Xian naturally wanted to share it with others. With a thought, she opened the live broadcast room, and changed the name of the live broadcast room to #跟见内特曼德曼#. As soon as she opened it, the audience squatting inside cheered. , [Podcaster long time no see! ][I'm waiting for the flowers to thank you! ] [Blogger, I miss you so much!really miss you!But... wait, while talking, I actually started singing [a look of confusion]] [hhhhh the front is poisonous, I can make up three songs just by looking at your barrage. ] [Broadcaster, this is not a corrupt country, is it? ][Huh?Isn't that the Washington Monument?The podcaster has returned to reality?So the broadcaster is American? [I'm a little excited when I think about it]] [Please,] Yan Li had to correct the mindless audience who seemed to be cheering for his discovery immediately, [You don't even look out the window, it's daytime!It's the same day as the podcaster! [Give you a look and feel for yourself]] After hanging out in the live broadcast room for a long time, he has saved several gs in his emoji pack.

[By the way, has the name changed? ] Eagle-eyed viewers notice this detail, [Dr. Letterman?Who is that? ] [Unclear, the title is Doctor?People in science? ][etc!I seem to have an impression of this name! ]

At the same time, after receiving the news that Mo Xian had reopened the live broadcast room, the staff team who were watching her immediately began to operate, and they immediately noticed that the name of the live broadcast room was changed to #被见纳特曼DR. Searching for relevant information for keywords, the first answer they get is——

[Do not lie to me? ] Han Jiangxue, who browsed all kinds of reasoning dramas, suddenly felt an ominous premonition, [The so-called Dr. Letterman, can’t it be Dr. Carl Letterman? ] An American drama?

After finding this clue, the world view of the entire staff group is wrong. Holmes and the others can still convince themselves that they have a prototype, don't lie to me?This is a real American drama!

"Actually, Carl Letterman also has a prototype." After reading the relevant information, Staff Officer Chen didn't know what to do with the news. "It's the American psychologist Paul Ekman." He himself felt that his tone was weak. "Besides, Maybe there happens to be a person named Carl Letterman on that plane, and this Carl Letterman happens to be a doctor, lives in the United States, just..." He couldn't continue (╥﹏╥).

The psychological and behavioral experts here shook their heads with heavy faces, "Actually, whether it is the live broadcast or the broadcaster itself, we are 90.00% sure that she and the world she lives in are real, but Carl Letterman is really beyond us." As far as you can understand. I think you need to call up some astronomers and physicists and hope they can give a reasonable guess."

"In other words," after throwing the ball to someone else, the psychologists said, "If this Carl Letterman is the one who can spot lies, why would the broadcaster want him?"

Which of the people sitting here is not a genius who studies human psychology and behavior?They immediately thought of what Sherlock Holmes had said about being "involved in a murder case." It seemed that the broadcaster hadn't escaped from the case yet.Although it's a bit unkind to think this way, they still have a subtle joy: It would be great if the broadcaster couldn't get away.

Of course, this thought just passed by in a flash. If you think about it, if the broadcaster is found to be the murderer, they will never see her live broadcast again.

Unaware that someone had dark thoughts in their hearts, Mo Xian was accompanied by the audience, and seemed to have a bottom line in his heart. Even though he was in a foreign country, he calmly searched for the direction to the Letterman Group in his impression, and started the journey of time travel. The condition is not only to guarantee eight hours of live broadcast time, but also to pay a fixed amount of points as a deposit. All the points she got last time have been spent, but fortunately, she is still rich, so she can take a taxi there directly.

"You'd better buy an observation piece," the system prompted. "As far as I know, the micro-expressions read by Letterman's face-reading technique can be said to pass by in a flash, and require extremely strong observation skills."

"But I don't have points." Walking under the warm sunshine, stepping on the soft lawn to find the direction to leave the park, Mo Xian said to the system in frustration, "Don't you know it best?"

"You can overdraw a little bit, as long as you pay it back quickly," the system kindly advised her, "The lowest level of observation is only [-] points, which is the highest bottom line you can overdraw."

Thirty thousand points are equivalent to 3 yuan. Mo Xian never thought that she would be in trouble for 3 yuan. She put one hand on her forehead to shade the sun, and continued to listen to the system saying, "I feel that there seems to be a country interfering in the audience plane." , although they can't block the live broadcast room, they can prohibit the live broadcast room from appearing on major media in order to limit the number of our viewers. , If you can’t start the time travel, I’m useless, so, why don’t you open a Weibo? Attract the audience, they won’t be able to block your Weibo.”

This is the third time the system has mentioned Weibo, and after being persuaded by it repeatedly, Mo Xian finally let go and asked, "But I'm abjectly poor now, the smart phone you mentioned needs nearly [-] points, right? If you want to buy a mobile phone, observe Not enough pieces."

"Mobile phone can be paid in installments! No payment for the first installment!"

Mo Xian: You won.

She asked the system to help buy a mobile phone from the mall—it’s better to wait for unscientific things like fragments to be used when no one is around—feeling that the satchel sank, she took out the mobile phone with the apple shell from the bag, and swiped it away with her fingerprints. On the page, a Weibo pattern appeared squarely in the middle.

[The broadcaster mainly posts on Weibo? ] Seeing the familiar mobile phone brand, the audience almost doubted their eyes, [My eyes are not bright? ] [Okay open Weibo!But can you log in after crossing? ][It can't be the weibo of the time and space of the broadcaster, right? ]

Watching the broadcaster click on Weibo, she blocked the screen slightly when registering, so that the [-] viewers at the scene could not see the password, then logged in, named it, and found that "Mo Xian" had already been called, so she called it "anchor" Mo Xian", a small group of viewers watching this scene have been searching Weibo from the beginning, and sure enough, after entering "Mo Xian" again to search, the search result popped up "Anchor Mo Xian".

[Fuck!Really! Σ (゜゜)]

[The broadcaster's Weibo is actually directly connected to our world? ! [A look of confusion]] [God, this is not a simple Weibo, this is a cross-plane Weibo, this is a Weibo that can be recorded in history! ] [I, I, I, I can't believe my eyes, since you can open Weibo, the broadcaster, can you open WeChat?Shall we add a friend? ] Mo Xian raised her mobile phone to take a selfie. At this time, the live broadcast ball was beside her. From the point of view, there was absolutely no possibility of imitation. In the midst of all the attention, Mo Xian uploaded the selfie on Weibo and set it as her profile picture. At the same time, the viewers who kept refreshing also saw the "Anchor Mo Xian" with a profile picture.

Although the experts and professors had expected this scene, they still felt dizzy. They didn't expect that there is really technology that can be transmitted across planes. If this news spreads...

"We need to find out whether the anchor's own world can transmit information," Staff Officer Chen decisively decided on the next research direction, "that is, we need to know whether the anchor can post Weibo when he returns to his own plane."

"The broadcaster has a good attitude towards the audience," a psychologist said after seeing Mo Xian's first Weibo post among the piles of barrage requests [How are you:)], "Maybe she will agree."

Seeing that her number of followers has risen from zero to nearly 5, and the number of comments is also rising, Mo Xian spontaneously feels a sense of pride, but the pride is her pride, and she has to hurry up to apply for a job at Letterman Group. After walking for [-] minutes from the trail to the nearest main road, Mo Xian stopped by the side of the road and waved, but no taxi stopped.

Looking at the lonely broadcaster standing on the side of the road taking a taxi, Li Shi, a graduate student in the British history department who was immersed in the excitement of swiping Weibo, finally put down his phone and looked at the barrage in the live broadcast room asking where Mo Xian was and prepared Google to help her find the address Hey guys, he had an idea, swiped through Moments, and asked friends in the United States to contact him. It just so happened that a girl in his Moments, Miya, who immigrated to the United States, had no class. He learned about this interesting live broadcast room from him. , so she poked in curiously to have a look, just in time to see that Mo Xian, who was beginning to doubt her life, finally attracted a yellow taxi. She happily bowed into the co-pilot and fastened her seat belt, "Massachusetts Street, Letterman Group, thank you .”

"Wait!" Miya called subconsciously, causing her boyfriend who was videoing with her to stop talking, "What happened? Miya."

"Isn't it necessary to make an appointment to take a taxi in Washington?" She moved her mouse to the barrage sending position in the live broadcast room, wondering if she should type up, what if there was something she didn't want?

After thinking for a moment, her boyfriend nodded and said, "I remember it, sweetheart, aren't you in Washington? Why are you asking this suddenly?"

[Broadcaster,] Miya still quickly sent a barrage reminder, [Are you going to Massachusetts Street from the Washington Monument? ] [Yes,] The enthusiastic audience answered for Mo Xian, [What's wrong? ] [The road is wrong,] Recognizing the direction of the taxi, Mia typed on the keyboard with trembling hands, [Massachusetts Street is not in this direction, this direction leads to the poor areas of the Northeast District. ] [Policing in Washington is poor. ]