[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

Most of us have abilities and opportunities we don't know about, and we all have the possibility to do things we never dreamed of.

— Dale Carnegie

"911, what is your emergency?"

After a loud collision sound, Mo Xian climbed down from the right passenger seat in disgrace. Although the driver was wearing a seat belt, he was still unconscious on the driver's seat. His head was pressed against the horn of the steering wheel. "Di-di--" the ground seemed to be piercing into people's ears, and the noise was terribly loud. Four or five black and white cars were parked on the side of the road around the two unrecognizable white commercial vehicles and yellow taxis that collided together. , the air was filled with the smell of car exhaust mixed with gasoline. The owners got out of their cars and surrounded the two cars in a loose circle. Some went to look at the injuries of the taxi drivers and wanted to know what happened. Some asked the owner of the white commercial vehicle. Fortunately, the owner was only a false alarm and was not injured. There were also enthusiastic people who saw Mo Xian crawling out and offered to hand her a towel to ask about the situation, but Mo Xian refused. In addition to the unsettling sound of sirens, there was their repeated questioning: "What happened?"

"My God!"

"He doesn't look well, call an ambulance."

"Hey, do you need help?"

"Come to the bar brother."

While combing her messy hair with her fingers, Mo Xian took out the mobile phone of this identity from her bag, and called 911, "It's like this, I got into a car accident, at..." She glanced at the barrage, "a near road 3631."

"Okay, we'll send someone there right away."

"By the way," Mo Xian ignored several bystanders trying to stop her hand, and walked straight to the sidewalk, "you'd better investigate the driver's criminal record, if you need anything, you know my phone number."

Before the other operator could ask, she decisively hung up the phone. There was no other way. Although she wanted to stay and witness the car accident, there was still an interview with Letterman Group, and she was close to making a reservation. The interview time must pass immediately.

Under the guidance of the audience in the live broadcast room who breathed a sigh of relief, Mo Xian boarded the bus smoothly and went to Massachusetts Street where the Letterman Group is located. In fact, it only takes 10 minutes to take the bus at this distance, while the bus takes half an hour, but the audience no matter what She didn’t dare to let her take a taxi again, even though Mo Xian told them helplessly that the incident just happened would definitely not happen again in a short period of time, but the well-founded audience put the facts and reasoned:[ According to Murphy's Law,] I don't know which psychological science is involved in it, [If we are worried about something happening, then it is very likely to happen. You see, more than 2 of us are worried about whether you will go to the Internet or not. The second black car, so the probability of the second occurrence is too great. ] [Yes, let’s take the bus, if you call the Letterman Group and explain it, it won’t be difficult. ] [The blogger is awesome!Come on for the interview! ] [I can almost imagine the blogger going to the interview and saying deadpan "Sorry I'm late because I bumped into a black car driver and knocked him out."] [The imagination ahead is great!Then Dr. Letterman and the interviewer [I seem to be frightened]] [[Slapping the table and laughing] (≧▽≦) ツ┏━┓] Mo Xian grabbed the handrail with one hand, said "hmm" to the audience in the live broadcast room, and pulled out He took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the Letterman Group that the system information provided, and the phone answered after a beep, "Hello, Letterman Group."

"Hello, I'm Mo Xian, the interviewer at 02:30 this afternoon. I encountered something just now." She told the other party her experience in an orderly manner, "so the interview will be delayed."

"Okay, okay," the person who answered the phone was obviously startled by the content of her words, "I will pass it on to the personnel department."

Putting down the phone, the front desk lady of the Letterman Group hesitated for a while, dialed the office number of Dr. Letterman's partner Gillian Foster, and reported that Mo Xian would be late. Originally, the lateness of an interviewer was insignificant. But after a hijacking and a car accident, you can still come to the interview as if nothing happened?If Mo Xian lied, they would definitely not hire him, but what if it was true?Then this little girl may not be so simple.

Therefore, when Mo Xian walked into the Letterman Group, passing the enlarged black and white high-definition face photos on the white wall on the right, it was understandable that he was directed by the front desk to wait for the interview in Jillian Foster's office.

Gillian's office is decorated in white, and the white desk is full of documents and a pot of small green plants. She herself sits behind the desk, with floor-to-ceiling windows behind her. Looking down from this height and angle, it can make people afraid of heights People's legs and feet are numb.

Facing this interview, Mo Xian concentrated her attention like never before. She sat on the white office chair in front of the desk under Gillian's gesture. He stayed on the rose for a while, glanced at the documents, decorations and desk calendar on Jillian's desk, glanced at her fingers clasped on the desk, and then sat upright across from her.

"What's your name?" Gillian asked in a white business suit, shoulder-length chestnut curly hair, and a healthy tan, even though she had Mo Xian's resume in hand.

[here we go! ] The audience who decided that Jillian is the character of "Don't Lie to Me" became excited, [First ask a common question to establish the subject's habit line! ] [Is she Gillian? ] Han Jiangxue began to doubt her memory ability, [Except for the name, her appearance is completely different, but her personality is very similar to Jillian in the play, she is friendly and generous. ] The experts also put this clue into the data.

"Mo Xian," she replied obediently despite Mo Xian's doubts.

"You, 19 years old this year?"

"Ah."

After asking a few routine questions, Gillian spread her resume on the table, her eyes were on Mo Xian's face, but she didn't mean to offend, "I already know the reason for your lateness, I think Hear you say it again."

While recalling, Mo Xian recounted what happened today.Gillian wrote a few words on the information, and then asked, "I want you to repeat it backwards, starting with taking the bus."

[Use flashbacks to tell lies!This is a sub-question, students! ] Han Jiangxue, who has a deep memory of polygraphs, excitedly posted a barrage, [Flashbacks can make it more difficult for liars to remember, and it is easy for them to contradict themselves. Of course, it is certain that the broadcaster did not lie. ] [However,] the reasoner Yan Li carefully told the audience a question that was ignored by them, [Do you think the broadcaster will tell us about the existence of us and the live broadcast room? ] The entire live broadcast room suddenly fell silent.

[If, I mean, it is necessary for the broadcaster to hide something,] Yan Li continued to send barrage, [But, what if they regard the broadcaster's concealment as a lie?Think she's lying? ][They can see the difference between concealing something and lying,] The melon-eating audience who have watched "Lie to Me" are a little relieved, [And she is still young, Gillian will not think that what she is hiding is what a big deal. ] [It's really not easy for the podcaster. ] They sighed in unison.

After listening to Mo Xian, Gillian closed the file and poked the pen on the table, "Now, I just want to ask you a question, what are your specialties, I mean, why should we hire you? "

Mo Xian smiled, and she "shyly" squeezed out a shallow smile, "I still have some confidence in my observation skills."

[coming! ] The enthusiasm of the audience turned into a large barrage of bullet screens, covering the screen tightly, [The main broadcaster began to reason! ] [Thanks to Sherlock Holmes, without him, the podcaster would not have this chance of zangbility. ] [Hurry up and use the basic deduction method, hehehe! ] [Is the basic deductive method of lie detection showdown?We will wait and see who wins and loses [Come on!Hurt each other! ]] Before passing the front desk, Mo Xian went to the bathroom once and used up the observation fragments, so she became more confident in her observation ability. When Gillian asked her to continue, Mo Xian raised her hands I clasped my stomach, bowed and said "offended", and said, "You had corn bacon sandwiches, mango pudding and milk ice cream for breakfast today, you have a high status in the institution, probably a partner, you have a husband, He's hiding something from you - I don't know, an affair is the most likely - but you know it, and you've had a child and lost her, and it's stuck with you for a long time."

"As I speak, your eyebrows are raised and your jaw is lowered," Mo Xian said, "Although I can't read faces, I can guess that this is a surprised expression, isn't it?"

Ji Lian quickly calmed down, her eyebrows drooped, her lips were tightly closed, "Are you investigating me?" It seemed that only this reason could explain Mo Xian's guess.

"It's obvious, Dr. Foster." Mo Xian pointed to the trash can, "You can tell what you had for breakfast just by looking at it. As for the status, I saw the sticker on the office door. Wearing a wedding ring, I think the whole company knows that you are married. Roses have the meaning of showing love. If it is given by someone else, it will definitely not reach your office, so it should be your husband, but I found it on your desk calendar. It's been two weeks since the Rose Day, and the roses are still fresh and have no more than two days to store: your husband missed your wedding anniversary. Why was such an important date forgotten then, and then rushed to make up for it?— —He has something to hide from you, and for a man of his age, extramarital affairs must be the biggest possibility."

"You threw away the rose he gave you, and you didn't accept his apology, and you're not the type to pursue it—you can tell from the way you treated the front desk lady just now, she was playing with her phone, and you just tapped her The table, in this case, I can only guess that you already knew what he wanted to hide, and you were very angry about it. As for the daughter, it can be seen from the photo you put on the table and an old doll. With your daughter by your side, you don't have to put her toys in front of your eyes and watch them all the time."

After Jilian listened to the speculation with a blank face, she gave Mo Xian a deep look, grabbed the phone, and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Carl, come to my office."