[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

If you can be guaranteed to be destroyed, then, for the benefit of society, even if I die with you, I am willing to do so.

— Sherlock Holmes

The door is not locked?

From the crack of the door, a row of weak candlelight leaked out, and Mo Xian felt uneasy. She let go of the doorknob and knocked on the door again. She didn't put on a [danmaku bodyguard] until she confirmed that there was no answer in the room. , slowly pushed open the door, the scene in front of her made her gasp.

[Mamma Mia! ]

[Dead!Really dead!I called the police!I really want to call the police! ] [Ma De, what the hell is the live broadcast scaring me to pee! ][Xiangrui Yumian, the house is safe!Auspicious Yumian, the house is safe! ][True warriors, dare to face the face of the dead, dare to face the dripping blood donation. ][very scary!So true!Why no mosaics!Please code!Ask for bullet screen protection! ] [I was actually watching dead people in the live broadcast room [looked dumbfounded]] [Scared and crying [crying loudly]. ]

And Mo Xian couldn't take into account the panic of the audience for a long time. In the middle of the room, a 40-year-old lady wearing a colorful nightgown was lying on the gray carpeted floor with a chair. A square table covered with a tablecloth. On the table are candlesticks with burning candles and a goblet. Her head is tilted to the right, her eyes are facing the door, her face is painful and hideous, the whites of her eyes are bloodshot, and her eyes are staring. As if it was about to pop out of the eye sockets, it was really terrifying. The candlelight in Mo Xian's hand trembled and almost fell to the ground. She closed the door with a "touch", leaving the terrifying picture in the room.

[Is the broadcaster okay? ] While other viewers were scared to piss, some viewers noticed Mo Xian’s physical and mental health for the first time. "Wang Ran" was one of them. Shocked."

[Blog host, stop playing, is it fun to watch us get scared to death? ][Why are you still broadcasting live when everyone is dead? Broadcaster, I beg you to call the police! ] [Just now my mother was attracted by my screaming, and when she saw the screen shining on my face, she slapped me [smile]] [Blogger, are you sick? ] [Very good, broadcaster, you have successfully caught my attention. ] [Call the police!Where is your podcaster address?Couldn't really be Baker Street? ] Is it because of a layer of screens, and Mo Xian closed the door to cut off the source of fear of the live broadcast, some viewers who were blocked by the barrage and didn’t pay attention to the corpse recovered, and gave her advice in a hurry: [Calling UK International Students! ][I'm on Baker Street,]The British student showed up soon,[but only the house at 221B is the same, the house where the broadcaster lives is now an Indian restaurant called "Sherlock Holmes Barbecue Restaurant", and I also I don't know how I can help, what should I say if I call the police?I saw a dead person in the live broadcast room, please check the IP? ] [Hahaha I was so scared that I actually laughed out loud. ] [Ask a computer expert to check the broadcaster's IP! ]

[Damn it, there are all kinds of live broadcasts these days. ]

[Stop joking, this is a matter of life and death! ]

[It's also drunk, the live broadcast is dead, and the broadcaster still broadcasts the live broadcast and doesn't call the police. ][Where did the broadcaster report to the police? [Smile] The broadcaster has traveled to the Victorian era. ][Let’s assume the podcaster is in Victoria,] The radicals who believed in the podcaster’s time travel quickly said on the barrage, [What’s the phone number of the Victorian police station?Broadcaster, do you know?Do you know how to use it? ][Calling for research monks in the Department of History, the masses need you! ] [What's the phone call,] A barrage won the approval of most of the audience, [Look for Sherlock Holmes!Sherlock Holmes is just across the way!Besides, it's not safe for the broadcaster to stay here alone, what if the murderer comes back again?There are a lot of perverted murderers who kill people and come back to relive that feeling. ][right!Ask Sherlock Holmes if you have any questions! ] [This live broadcast is poisonous, looking for Sherlock Holmes, have you all been brainwashed? ] [I beg the broadcaster to stop acting and look for Sherlock Holmes, hurry up and call the police! ] [Broadcaster, don't be afraid!Sherlock Holmes would not have guessed that you were time-traveling!We are with you! ] [I have already called the police. ] In the live broadcast room, there were layers and layers of bullet screens, those who watched the excitement, those who yelled at each other, those who feared that the world would not be chaotic, and those who directly called the police uncle. Come, stagger down the stairs in high heels, leave the door open, rush across the street with the candle in hand, and frantically turn the rattle handle.

"What happened?" In her room on the third floor, Mrs. Hudson was startled by the sudden ringing of the doorbell. She put down the sweater pole in her hand, picked up a candle and opened the door, and was about to go downstairs to open the door. Then I heard the sound of fast footsteps in the stairwell, looked down through the faint candlelight, and saw a tall and familiar figure running down the stairs from the living room on the second floor——

"Mr. Holmes?"

Accompanied by the messy live barrage, Mo Xian slowly calmed down. When the door of 221B Baker Street opened, she was surprised to find that it was Mr. Holmes who smelled of tobacco, not Mrs. Hudson she thought.

"Who's dead? Your landlord?" Holmes quickly took out his black coat from the hanger behind the door, and shouted upstairs as he put it on, "Mrs. Hudson, please call the police."

Although Mo Xian was still a little apprehensive about this Mr. Detective who seemed to see through everything, just after she saw a terrifying corpse, Holmes' figure became tall and reliable, and she followed Mr. Holmes step by step, Concentrate on answering his question, ignoring for a moment that he was still live broadcasting.

She ignored it, but her audience didn't. Just in the gap between the question and answer, "Wang Ran" frowned and turned on the computer. With his keen sense of smell, he found Mo Xian in the reporting area of ​​the Jinjiang live broadcast platform. The post in the live broadcast room, on the grounds of "suspected violence".

"There is a shot of a dead person," the post also posted a screenshot of the live broadcast. Even "Wang Ran", who had just seen it, saw this screenshot again, and was frightened by the eyes of the corpse. Health, please ban."

He had already expected this scene. The live broadcast just now was too terrifying, and it was indeed not suitable to appear on the Jinjiang live broadcast platform, but the viewers who were only separated by a screen were frightened like this, and the broadcaster must be even more scared.If there is no comfort from the viewers of the live broadcast, how can she survive alone? From this perspective, he doesn't want Mo Xian's live broadcast to be banned.

As a qualified rich second generation, he naturally has the phone number of Guan San, the manager of the Jinjiang live broadcast platform, in his hand. After hesitating for a while, he dialed the phone and prepared to say, "Hello, I It's Chi Hao, yes, yes, we met at Mr. Yang's reception..."

After some courteous greetings, Chi Hao finally explained his purpose of coming, but Guan San hesitated for a while before lowering his voice and said to him, "To be honest, this live broadcast room should be banned, but—"

They cannot be banned.

Chi Hao hung up the phone, stared at his golden apple 7, recalled the conversation just now, and walked around the room in surprise and suspicion.

According to Guan San, this live broadcast room seems to have appeared on the Jinjiang live broadcast platform out of thin air. All the procedures are reasonable and legal. The server was being maintained from time to time, and it lasted for 3 minutes. During this period, all the live broadcast rooms were forced to close, only #跟见奇罗维尔斯# was running normally, without any lag, as if the Jinjiang live broadcast platform was just covered in a shell.

"We're planning to contact the broadcaster," Guan San was tired, "to see if she can put a mosaic on the sensitive stuff. If it doesn't work, we'll have to report it to the state."

No matter what kind of company it is, when it comes to dealing with the country, most of them are grateful and insensitive. Reporting is a road that has nowhere to go. Guan San still hopes to communicate well with the broadcaster. If the broadcaster needs it, send an advertising space. Recommended Bits and everything is fine.

The problem is, Chi Hao sat down on the lazy sofa, rubbed his temples and thought, the problem is, Guan San reacted like this when he encountered a dead person in the live broadcast?

So calm?

There is a reason for Guan San's calmness. Just after hanging up Chi Hao's phone, he received another call. The person on the other side of the phone bypassed the nonsense and said, "San, I have received dozens of calls to the police. Now, after investigating the live broadcast page just now, several forensic doctors dared to confirm that this is not acting, but a real dead person."

As the manager of Huaguo's largest live broadcast platform, Guan San was naturally a little unruffled. He solemnly placed his mobile phone on the table, the muscles on his face trembled slightly, and his right hand trembled unconsciously from the smoke. He took out a cigarette from the box, ignited it several times before lighting it up, took a deep breath, his hand slowly calmed down with the smoke rings he exhaled, and picked up the phone steadily, "Excuse me, Zhang Team, still can't find the IP?"

"I can't find it," Team Zhang didn't panic when he encountered such an unexplainable situation, "You're right, it seems to have appeared out of thin air. Even if you put a mosaic on it, you won't be able to hide it for long if you encounter this situation again. , you have to be mentally prepared."

Guan San was very aware of the so-called psychological preparation, he took another puff of cigarette, and said calmly, "I see, but I'm still asking if you can find someone to help watch this live broadcast room?"

"It's a matter of duty," Team Zhang readily agreed, "But you also know that we are organizing the investigation of a major criminal case. I'm afraid we don't have enough manpower. You have to look into it yourself."

Major criminal case?Guan San had heard a little about it, "Is it the 6.13 corpse dismemberment case? Why don't we do it ourselves? It's not easy to solve this case."

"Then you are wrong," Team Zhang laughed, "I tell you, this kind of murder case is fairly easy to solve, the more appalling the case, the more clues, the difficulty is that you can't touch it in the live broadcast room." Traces, that's it, I'll give you Xiaoye's contact information later."

"Xiaoye," after talking on the phone, Team Zhang turned his head and shouted to the right, "I leave the case in the live broadcast room to you."

Xiaoye in his mouth fluttered his ten fingers and tapped the keyboard. After hearing what the captain said, he turned his head and pushed the black-rimmed glasses with his middle finger. The white light on the lenses reflected, "yes, sir."

Holmes?Ye Yushi's fingers flew back and forth on the keyboard.

Famous for a long time.

His fingers stopped moving, and the screen of the live #见给维尔玫斯# live broadcast appeared on the computer screen. The picture quality was as clear as 3D, and the bullet screens were densely crowded through the live broadcast: [I heard that there are people in this live broadcast died. ] [Is someone dead in the live broadcast room? ] [The police just called the police and said that they would deal with it immediately. You, the broadcaster, take care of yourself. ] [I came here specially to see Holmes. ]

[You are all sick and dead, why are you still watching live broadcasts. ] [The host is so beautiful!Lick lick! ]

At a glance, he saw that the number of people in the live broadcast room had reached 678 and they were still jumping upwards, so he blocked all the bullet screens, and a large room with orderly furniture was revealed in the middle of the screen, lit by a dozen candles. After clearing all the decorations inside, several police detectives in uniform were inspecting the corpse lying in the middle of the room. Fortunately, the broadcaster understood the sensitivity of the picture and only recorded the corpse’s feet in slippers. He put on his own high-quality headphones , After a rustle, a trembling female voice was heard, "Yes, detective," she said, "I'm a tenant who just moved in."

On the first day of traveling, the landlord died, and Mo Xian was also drunk. She quickly accepted the system settings, put on a frightened look, and said anxiously, "After I got off the boat, Mrs. Hudson ——My aunt, who lives at 221B Baker Street—then sent someone to carry my luggage, because I couldn’t get into the car because of too much luggage, so I asked the coachman to help me transport it to the house I wanted to rent, and the landlord would open the door Let him move up, and after I walked a few steps on the street, I found a carriage and drove me over."

She paused here, glanced quickly at the stern-looking strange police detective, and Mr. Holmes who was squatting next to the dead body to examine carefully, took a deep breath, and continued to say in a trembling voice, "When I arrived, the gate Closed, I'm sure, Aunt Hudson gave me the key to the house when she called for my luggage, so I just opened the door, the candles in the dining room on the first floor were still lit, and the fireplace on the second floor was also lit. Burning, I thought..." At this point, she was interrupted by the detective, "Are you sure the candle is on and the fireplace is on?"

"Of course," Mo Xian nodded meekly, without shaking his voice, and said in a very positive tone, "If it weren't for those candles, I would definitely fall down when I went up the stairs, so I thought the landlady was just going out temporarily, so I went back to myself room, undressed, and called on Mrs. Hudson, at fifteen past seven, I think, before dark."

[According to the time, the broadcaster should start broadcasting at 45:5,] Enthusiastic barrage audiences appeared on the scene, and worked together to discuss the specific time, in case Mo Xian would not see it, he specially rewarded a few hundred yuan Change the font of the bullet chat into a bold sky blue color, which is very conspicuous in the vision at night, [Get on the bus at [-]:[-], arrive home at [-]:[-], leave at [-]:[-], stay at Holmes’ house until [-]:[-] Ten, at [-]:[-] the body was found, at [-]:[-] Sherlock Holmes was called, and at [-]:[-] Scotland Yard arrived. ] Mo Xian noticed this barrage, she glanced at it naturally, pretended to be remembering, and kept the time in her heart, "I went back around [-]:[-], and it took no more than [-] minutes to find the body , because the key fell into the crack of the door, I knocked on the door a few times, but I didn’t hear anyone inside, so I tried to turn the doorknob, unexpectedly..." Her face turned pale all of a sudden, which made Lestrade feel uncomfortable I have the heart to ask.

"This is your key, right?" Speaking of the key, the police detective held up a kerosene lamp and searched on the dark ground at the door, picked up a brass key, Mo Xian almost forgot about it, stretched out He took the heavy key with both hands, and heard him say "uh" hesitantly, "I suggest you don't live here for a while, after all..." After someone died, he swallowed the last half of the sentence, Changed to a more gentle word, "It's a murder scene after all."

But where else could she live?

While she was deep in thought, the bullet screens who were attracted by these words stopped pinching their mouths and stopped fighting. They were unanimously excited like boiling water, [Holmes family!Great opportunity, broadcaster! ] [The right time, place and people are harmonious, ah podcaster! ] [The Sherlock Holmes family wants to be safer. ]

[For the safety of the podcaster, go live with Sherlock Holmes!I definitely don't admit that I want to get up close and personal with Sherlock Holmes. ][correct!I haven't seen Watson for so long, Holmes may have a guest room at home! ] [I've already thought of my name, podcaster! "The Days I Lived With Holmes"] As if responding to the barrage, Mr. Holmes looked through the drawers, studied the walls, and checked the stack of documents on the table. With an inscrutable and reserved smile, he approached Mo Xian. The detective said, "Lestrade, I've pretty much figured it out."

He turned his head and said to Mo Xian as if he just dropped a sentence casually, "My roommate Watson hasn't moved here yet, I don't think he would mind lending his room to Mrs. Hudson's acquaintance for a while."