[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

I would rather be the smallest human being with dreams and the desire to fulfill them than to be the greatest human being without dreams and desires.

—— Gibran

"What happened?" Called by Gillian, Dr. Carl Letterman appeared at the door of the office. He was wearing a black suit without a tie, and the first button of his light blue shirt was unbuttoned. Leaning against the white door frame, although it seems impolite to think so, he really has five big characters "Come and hit me" written all over his body. Seeing him coming, Mo Xian stood up from the chair and nodded to him Saying hello, even though she could see the layer upon layer of barrage below her vision from the corner of her eye, she didn't dare to pay any attention to it.

"She's an interviewer, Carl," Gillian said, grabbing her resume and waving it at him from behind her desk. "I think she has talent."

"Talent?" Letterman walked towards Gillian with his figure-of-eight steps, took the resume at the desk, looked Mo Xian up and down while reading, "Are you?"

"Yes." She nodded, "You can call me."

"You are chinese?"

"Yes."

Letterman tilted his head and glanced at her, then at Gillian, "What kind of talent?"

"Observe, doctor." Mo Xian thought about the way of explanation, "For example, you often see the enlarged photos of human faces pasted next to the front desk when you enter the door?"

"Of course." Letterman became interested.

Mo Xian smiled and said, "So, how many cards are there?"

"How many?" Letterman repeated her question, looking at Gillian, "Do you remember?"

Gillian shook her head.

"Why should I pay attention to this issue?" Letterman asked lazily, throwing his resume on a stack of documents on Gillian's desk, "Would someone count the number of photos at the door?"

"I will," Mo Xian said, "A friend of mine will too. You don't know because you didn't observe. There are 28 enlarged photos at the door, four rows and seven columns."

"Well, this doesn't explain anything." As if losing interest, Letterman put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked out at his own pace. Gillian called "Carl" and stood up from behind the table to stop him. Mo Xian said, "You are divorced."

Letterman paused.

"You have a daughter."

He stopped.

"You still love your ex-wife."

He turned around, and Mo Xian hardly dared to look at his current expression. At this time, Dr. Letterman changed his usual sloppy manner, like a lion that was poked in the pain, his throat suppressed and growled, and he stared at her with a gloomy expression. , as if she were a prey antelope.

"I apologize for my offense," Mo Xian said calmly, facing his glare, "but, if I didn't say these things, would you still hire me?"

The relationship between Gillian and her husband, and Letterman's marital status can be found out by a little research. In order to win people's trust, Mo Xian can only talk about things that few people know about. Privacy, the experience of trying to hide things from a stranger is undoubtedly very bad, but I'm sorry, she has to enter the Letterman Group.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Letterman picked up the resume above the pile of documents again, flipped through it and asked, "Are you from China?"

"Ye?" Unable to figure out why he asked this suddenly, Mo Xian replied tentatively.

"Lie," Letterman said, staring at her. "Where are you from? North Korea? No, South Korea? No, Japan? Yea, it's Japan."

Mo Xian [confused look]: Are you really asking me questions instead of answering yourself?

"Why do you want to be an intern?" Letterman closed the resume, still looking at her face, "Don't try to deceive me, I can see it."

"A case," faced with this question, Mo Xian explained unburdened, "a murder case, I was regarded as the number one suspect, but the fact is, I didn't do it, so I want to find out by myself, I want to Know how to spot a lie."

"It's true," Letterman nodded. "The last question, how did you find out about my situation?"

"Actually, there are some guesses, doctor," Mo Xian shrugged and said, "Just now I noticed a message under the phone at the front desk, signed Emily Letterman, either your daughter or yours Wife, and your wedding ring is clearly marked on your hand. It looks like you have just divorced, so you only have a daughter. Your shirt is wrinkled, and your suit is not neat. There is obviously no housekeeper or hostess to take care of your clothes. Just divorced and without a girlfriend, I boldly guess that you still have nostalgia for your ex-wife, it's just human nature. As I said just now, I'm just observing."

"That's right, to put it bluntly, there's no mystery." Seemingly sure that Mo Xian only knew this, Letterman shook his hand holding the resume twice, walked out coquettishly, and said without looking back, "Gili Ann, you take her to do the micro-expression test, yes, you are hired Mo intern, but, npay (no salary).”

"Thank you, Dr. Lester," Mo Xian heaved a sigh of relief after finally fulfilling his wish, and smiled sincerely at Gillian, "I'm sorry to trouble you, Dr. Gillian."

"Just call me Gillian," she said, coming out from behind her desk. "Come with me."

Following behind Gillian, Mo Xian finally had time to check the barrage in the live broadcast room. In addition to a large piece of [666], some netizens who watched "Don't Lie to Me" tried to analyze Letterman from Mo Xian's expression just now. The basis of the judgment, [it is said that the micro-expression will only last for one-fifth of a second, Letterman is too strong, I opened my mouth without seeing anything, the broadcaster has nothing to hide. ][Fortunately, he didn't open his mind and ask: Are you from another world? ] [Don’t go ahead, if he asks this question and sees the reaction of the podcaster, he will definitely start to doubt his life! ][I'm convinced too, just now he asked the broadcaster if his name is Mo Xian is the baseline? ] [In fact, in addition to micro-expressions, the voice and tone of speech can also identify lies,] Li Shi, who specializes in micro-expressions, does not miss any opportunity to show his knowledge, [Just now I asked the broadcaster if he is from China At the time, the podcaster's tone was too weak, and it seemed that he had no idea, and he must be lying. ][I cut out the video, slowed it down five times, and saw the micro-expression you mentioned,] Ye Yushi, who provided technical support, sent the video to the penguin group, [It was still a question of "from China", and the broadcaster answered " "Yes", the head actually shook slightly. ][It's amazing my brother, he can tell at a glance that we are going to slow down five times! ] [Broadcaster come on!Try to learn from Letterman and be a polygraph tester! ] [Stop watching the barrage, Gillian stopped! ] "Come here," Gillian walked into a slightly dark large room. The projection screen in the middle of the room was displaying a woman's face. Below the screen were various instruments in a semicircle. In a bright glass office in the left corner, several employees work on computers.

Gillian is standing in front of a streamlined white instrument. The screen of the instrument is divided into two parts. The larger one on the left is a full face, and the one on the right is emotional categories, such as "fear", "contempt", "happiness" and so on. Yes, Gillian will demonstrate it to her first, and adjust the instrument to normal speed, which is one-fifth of a second. The face on the left quickly makes a micro-expression. Then, Gillian selects " "Sad", under the face, it shows "Sad", proving that her choice is correct.

Mo Xian is glad that she bought the primary observation piece, the observation ability like a magnifying glass allows her to clearly identify various expressions, but she has not received micro-expression training, that is to say, even if she notices the subtle differences between expressions, It is also impossible to match expressions and emotions one by one.

So, when Gillian asked Mo Xian to take the test, she didn't choose her first choice. She carefully observed the fleeting micro-expression, and said hesitantly, "Her eyebrows are raised and her lips are tightly closed. Is it disgust?" Lian touched the "disgust" option, and "angry" was displayed under the face.

"Your powers of observation are really good," Gillian said, folding her arms, "but you need more practice connecting expressions and emotions."

Mo Xian answered yes obediently.

Gillian asked her to continue the micro-expression training, and she went back to the office first. She practiced absent-mindedly by herself, and quickly matched all the seven basic expressions, but she knew that this was far from enough. There are 43 muscles, 15 yuan are used to express emotions, and they can form more than 1 expressions, of which more than [-] are meaningful. That is to say, she wants to master face recognition in a short time by herself. The skill of lying is tantamount to the Arabian Nights.

"I need memory fragments!" Mo Xian said to the system in his mind, "Tell me you have it!"

"No~yes~," the system's electronic voice dragged on for a long time, "but there is a world called "Memory Detective" where you can acquire super-memory skills, that is, everything you see will be remembered in your mind, but I Mind you, you don't need memory fragments at all because—"

"I'm already a colleague recognized by Mr. Letterman?" Mo Xian quickly figured out the routine of the system, "So I have already obtained the lie detection technique?"

"Yes!" the system said, "If you need it, I can redeem it for you right now."

It's too easy to know lies, right?After coming out of the bathroom, Mo Xian still couldn't recover, but she soon discovered that lie detection requires the accumulation of knowledge just like basic deduction, but lie detection can give her a trace of correct intuition, but intuition is unreliable of.

It took two days to finish reading the micro-expression guide book "a", and observed a lot of video tapes, videos, and photos. Thanks to the joint efforts of Liejue, Mo Xian has a little more confidence in his lie detection level.

Now, just wait for an opportunity for actual combat.

And this opportunity came so quickly that she was caught off guard.