[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

At six o’clock in the evening, Mo Xian had dinner in the restaurant of the hotel as usual. The small round table was covered with floral cloth, and a few roses were placed in a porcelain white vase in the middle of the round table, and a small round lamp covered with a white egg shell was placed beside it. , the red-bottomed rag curtains have been drawn long ago, accompanied by the melodious violin music from the front desk and the whispers of the guests not far away, Mo Xian leisurely cuts the beef on the plate, shakes the red wine in the glass, and enjoys the This moment of silence seemed stolen.

However, the good times didn't last long. She had just put a piece of soft and tender beef into her mouth, and before she had time to chew for a while, she saw a familiar figure walking towards her, and put the knife and fork back on the white table with a headache. She cheered up, straightened her back, followed Letterman and sat down opposite her, took a big sip of the red wine she ordered, fanned her hands, and asked with her eyes fixed on her face, "Nick is going to sue you."

Nick?

Who is that?

Perhaps seeing that Mo Xian's surprise was not a fake, Dr. Letterman looked away, put it on the half-cut beef on her plate, and stretched out his hand to ask the waiter to serve him a portion. Mo Xian was thinking hard about Sonic in this gap Who it was, but whether it was her own memory or the memory instilled by the system, there was no clue of the name at all.

She quickly changed direction and thought, who is going to sue her?Is it a taxi driver?Or the driver of the white car that she hit?

"He accused you of crashing the car by turning the steering wheel," Letterman didn't disturb her thinking, until she recalled suddenly, she held the round table with her left hand and threw a small piece of beef into her mouth with her right hand, "He is a taxi driver."

Mo Xian almost laughed out of anger, Nick accused her of crashing a car?Come on, she hasn't even accused Nick of committing crimes!

"His lawyer must have heard about the police's plan to ask you to testify, and wanted to preemptively sue you," Letterman said while chewing beef. "As the defendant, your testimony is naturally invalid."

Mo Xian looked at him strangely, as if he didn't understand how he knew what the police were thinking.

"Bi's course, the police provided a few people as cases," Letterman put down his fork, took out his phone from his trouser pocket, swipe his finger on the screen a few times, called up a video, and handed the phone to her with a look of envy He took the mobile phone in doubt and clicked on the video. On the screen was a large lecture hall with a lot of people sitting sparsely under the stage. The taxi driver who was sitting on the other side of the stage with his hands handcuffed was a familiar taxi driver. His expression was magnified on the big screen behind the podium, which was very clear. Letterman moved a chair and sat opposite him, with his elbows on his knees, and asked some routine questions. After he relaxed, Letterman Show him the picture of the woman who accused him of assaulting her friend.

The light eyebrows are raised slightly, and the dry upper lip is raised. Mo Xian, who has practiced micro-expression training for a whole day, can almost distinguish it instantly. This is a micro-expression mixed with surprise and slight disgust. The whole expression lasts for less than a second. Represents that this is a real emotion, not a fake.

"He doesn't know each other?" Mo Xian speculated to himself, "His surprise is real, yes, he doesn't know why you suddenly showed him these photos, but then he recognized the person in the photos. People, slight disgust, on behalf of him knowing it was his accuser, and yet not being poked at the point of discomfort and reflexively looking away, strange."

"Keep looking down," Letterman poked another piece of beef into his mouth, and the beef on his plate was almost gone.

Later, Letterman also asked a few questions. When asked about the women's clothes in Nick's house, he clasped his hands and rubbed each other, answering, "I don't know how they got into my house."

It's a self-comforting gesture that shows that he doesn't even believe his own words.

The video ended here, and Mo Xian put down his phone thoughtfully, shaking the red wine on the table absent-mindedly, as if sorting out the video clips he just watched.

"How is it?" After eating and drinking, Letterman spread out on the chair and asked Mo Xian, "What did you see?"

"When he was asked about the victim who accused him, his expression was disdainful, which is very strange." Under the dim light, Mo Xian rubbed the glass in his hand, "Why is it disdainful?"

That's right, if he doesn't know the woman he is said to have raped, he should be puzzled and surprised. If he has raped her, he will be excited and aroused, but he is contemptuous and disdainful. What is he disdaining?

"The only thing that is certain," Mo Xian thought, her head hurting, she gave up the idea of ​​continuing to pursue, and instead stated an obvious fact with certainty, "that is, he really can't take off the clothes of the women in the room."

Letterman just looked her in the eyes and said, "Mo, you gotta know, you're a genius."

Mo Xian: What?

"I don't know what caused your low self-confidence," Letterman said, "but you are undoubtedly a genius, whether it's your subtle observation skills or your ability to spot lies in just three days, so, Why don't you try to answer that question instead of trying to get someone else to jump over it?"

Mo Xian was still very puzzled, not knowing whether Letterman was complimenting or sarcastic, she said puzzledly—and pretending to be puzzled—“I don’t understand.”

"No, you understand," Letterman pushed her white dinner plate, letting her eat and listen, "you can come up with the answer by yourself, as long as you believe in yourself, no matter how you do it Yes, believe in yourself," he pointed to his head, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and pushed away the chair to leave, "Why does Nick show disdain to the accuser, you come and tell me the answer."

but……

You think I'm a genius.

But everything is just the credit of the system.

She watched Letterman eat his clean plate and sighed.

Can she really?Even if there are no system fragments, even if there is no basic deductive method, even if there is no lie detection technique?

No way.

However, it seems that she can also try?

There was nothing to lose anyway.

Thinking of this, she put a big mouthful of beef into her mouth, and then suddenly realized——

"Dr. Letterman, you haven't paid yet, hello!"

Obviously, it is unrealistic to ask Letterman to come back and pay, so Mo Xian had no choice but to help him put it on. While walking through the long corridor and spiral stairs to his bedroom, he thought about the reason for the driver's contemptuous expression. , she especially missed the viewers who gave advice to her in the live broadcast room, what would they say?The victim was so ugly that he thought it was an insult to his aesthetics?Or is it disdain for the victim's false confession?

However, she quickly realized that this was not enough. If she always relied on the opinions of the audience, how could she talk about progress?

She must keep in mind that she travels through time and space to improve her abilities and clear her suspicions, and the live broadcast is just a means to gain abilities.Instead of immersing yourself in the fun of live broadcast interaction that exposes your personal life and forgetting your heart.

But how much does it mean that the driver's disdainful look at the photo of the self-proclaimed victim means?

"Mo Xian, you are here," walked up the spiral staircase, passed a long corridor, and Jillian, who was in the room next to her, was answering the phone with her mobile phone while fumbling for keys, saw that she seemed to have met a savior, and put her hand on her hand. Handing her the bag on the phone, Gillian looked for the door key in the bag that Mo Xian helped to open with one hand, and asked the familiar Bi Reynolds on the other end of the phone with the mobile phone, "Who did Eric go to?" Mo Xian He heard a familiar name—the male college student who was identified by Bau as a serial killer but was overthrown by Letterman and others.

"What? Who are you talking about?" Gillian's hand holding the room card key suddenly loosened, and the key fell on the knitted carpet in front of the door with a clatter, but the two people present had no time to care about this lonely key and The room card, startled by the name on the other end of the phone, "Eric's father? Are you talking about the mayoral candidate?"

This is impossible!Mo Xian immediately denied the possibility that the candidate for the mayor was a serial killer. As an official running for the mayor, Eric's father had a powerful campaign team behind him, and people were watching almost all the time. The schedule is full, campaign speeches, canvassing, sympathy, charity, ribbon-cutting activities... If he can find time to kill people after day after day of hard work, then Mo Xian really admires him.

In fact, Mo Xian even doubted whether he knew that his son was identified as a serial killer by Bau, and Mo Xian could also think of the reason why Eric found his father, probably because he was scared by the police, and hoped that his father could provide some small help , Settle this matter, maybe bi will receive a call from the mayor's popular candidate tomorrow, kindly but threateningly warning them to investigate everything immediately and clear their son Eric of suspicion.

"Well," Gillian showed a strange expression at the end of the call, as if she heard something unbelievable, "I'm going to find Eric's father's previous campaign video."

Looking for a campaign video?This is usually the preparatory work before contact, isn't it...

"Jillian," Mo Xian asked anxiously to Jillian who took the white bag from her, "Could it be that the mayor's candidate..."

"We don't know yet," Gillian said cautiously, and she smiled reassuringly, "Don't be afraid, let alone a mayoral candidate, even if it's a mayor, we haven't seen it before."

Mo Xian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but after hearing what she said, he was really relieved, and waved to her who was closing the door to say goodbye. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and asked, "Gillian, is the expression of disdain important?"

"It depends on who it's for," Gillian, who was in the BI lecture hall with Letterman, smiled mysteriously, gave her a small reminder, and closed the door.

to whom?

To whom?

Mo Xian took out the door key and walked into his own room next to him, sitting on the toilet and chewing on this short sentence, recalling the driver's face at that time, hearing what Gillian said, she recalled that Nick didn't respond immediately What expression did the photo show? He paused for a moment before showing vague contempt.

If I were the driver, and Mo Xian tried to use empathy to guess Nick's thoughts, what would I think?

A photo of a woman who claimed to have been raped by him was placed in front of him, Mo Xian was immersed in the role of the driver, looking at the mirror facing her carefully, the corner of her soft right lip was slightly raised.

I would disdain.

Of course I will.

Because if it were me, I would never give this woman a chance to go to court alive.

Thinking of this, she suddenly broke away from the role of the driver, and was frightened into a cold sweat by herself.