[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

Leaning on the soft cushion in the car, Mo Xian looked at the trees flying by the side of the road outside the window, then turned to ask Gillian sitting beside him, "How is the progress of Eric's case?"

"It's a bit tricky," Jillian replied flipping through the documents in her hand, and Mo Xian leaned over to take a look at her hand, "Could Amanda be the murderer?"

"We still won't know until we get in touch," Jillian shook her head conservatively.

Mo Xian took the opportunity to point the live broadcast ball at the document in her hand, but unfortunately, the audience in the live broadcast room were discussing the question of "how a Fortune [-] company was established", and not many people noticed the first-hand question they raised just now. Mo Xian was also very speechless about the information, and reminded them in the live broadcast room with consciousness, "Don't you want to watch it? If you don't read it, you will turn the page."

Seeing that the broadcaster had spoken, the audience had no choice but to wake up from their enthusiasm and study the materials in Jillian's hands, [There are photos of the deceased and the scene, and the autopsy report, who is going to talk to the forensic doctor? ] [I'm here,] Lu Fanxuan replied, first took a screenshot of the autopsy report that appeared on the screen, and opened two windows to send a barrage to the screenshot, [It is clearly written in the report that several young women with mouth and nose Ether remained, because he was stunned by ether when he was alone—presumably the murderer should have observed their itinerary for a certain period of time, the woman who died at the beginning was strangled to death, probably the murderer felt that it was too much effort, so he changed it to an ordinary store The knives that can be bought, the first two women who were stabbed to death by knives left seven or eight knife marks on their bodies, and the No.5 deceased can be killed in two places. ] [Since the cause of death is different,] Han Jiangxue who missed the previous plot asked suspiciously in the barrage, [How can you be sure that they were killed by one person? ][The murderer's logo is the same,] Yan Li, who was writing a novel in a coffee shop and watched the live broadcast, mentioned, [These women have twelve constellation patterns tattooed on their backs, and their birthdays also correspond to their constellations. ] This is the Twelve Constellation Murder Case. Mo Xian looked at the photos of the deceased who were turned over in Gillian's hands, without any fluctuations in her heart. She turned her head and pretended that she couldn't bear the bloody scene. The audience frowned or minimized the live broadcast room or opened another program to cover the bullet screen. Such tragic and real pictures have never appeared in previous TV movies. The little hearts they cultivated in a comfortable environment are quite unbearable.

[I still think it was a man committing the crime,] Unlike others, Yan Li carefully took screenshots of the photos one by one and studied them for a long time, and then said in the live broadcast room, [For one thing, women rarely use such offensive weapons as knives. Second, I saw a large number of self-defense wounds on the hands and forearms of the deceased, which indicated that the deceased had fought with the murderer. No matter in terms of physical strength or mentality, it was much more likely that the deceased was a man. ] Looking at this, Reynolds who was sitting in the driver's seat suddenly let out an exclamation, causing the three people in the same car to turn their eyes to him. The co-pilot's expression changed drastically when he saw the dial, and he tapped his left hand on the steering wheel's horn , making a piercing siren sound, "Stop, stop quickly."

After a long "creak" of the brakes, the four people in the car leaned forward involuntarily. Fortunately, everyone obeyed the traffic rules and put on their seat belts. No one was injured in the emergency braking.

"What happened?" Mo Xian was taken aback, and asked after the car stopped, Letterman wiped off a cold sweat that didn't exist, "Just now I saw the pointer of the water temperature gauge rising rapidly, I suspect—"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Xian saw a burst of white water vapor rising from the front hood of the car, Reynolds flashed double, and opened the car door to check. The audience in the live broadcast room looked at the car curiously, Gillian and Mo Xian Ye got out of the car and watched the two men knocking on the engine compartment cover with a confused face. The audience who knew cars suddenly realized, [Antifreeze evaporated?The water tank is boiling! ] [Really, fortunately, Letterman noticed quickly. ] [Yes,] A driving instructor is teaching in the live broadcast room, [One is the pointer of the water temperature gauge, and the other is the water temperature warning light. Pay attention to both, and stop in time if something goes wrong. Don’t stop suddenly to prevent rear-end collisions. . ] [Yes, you must be extra careful when driving. ] [But there is no car behind. ]

[Put the tripod on, podcaster, your car broke down. ] Car friends kindly remind, [The car belongs to Jillian, right?No wonder, female car owner. ] The water tank is boiling?tripod?What the hell is this all about!Mo Xian looked at Reynolds and Letterman helplessly facing the engine compartment cover with a confused face. Under the urging of the bullet screens, he took out the tripod from the inside of the trunk cover, and put them together under the guidance of the audience. 50 meters behind the car, their car broke down in an empty suburb - Amanda's mother lives in the suburbs, and she has a holiday today to visit her mother - and it's just working hours, so few cars pass by , and Letterman and Reynolds don't look like people who can repair cars, which means that they need to wait for rescue in the middle of the road with no villages or shops behind, which also means that today's trip may be in vain.

[I can recognize that the water tank is boiling, but I don't know how to fix it,] The car owners in the live broadcast room are helpless, [These days, just call the rescue and drag it to the repair shop. ][The delay in dragging to the repair shop is too long, can you get another car and take you there first? ] Reynolds called on the side of the road as soon as he got out of the car. His tone was fierce, accompanied by large body movements, which made Mo Xian have a bad guess. Sure enough, after hanging up the phone, Reynolds walked over unhappily and said, "There was a small rear-end car accident ahead, and the rescue team couldn't get through."

They drove from New York City for nearly an hour, and it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon. Even if they called the people in the city immediately, they would have to wait on the road for nearly an hour.

"Look for any passing cars," Letterman said helplessly, leaning on the car.

Staff Officer Chen at the other end of the screen was also very helpless. It would be a no-brainer for his staff and experts to pick a mechanical talent from among them. Whether it was mechanical design or manufacturing, he wanted as many as he wanted, but Car repair?It's really not their specialty.

And the car owners in the live broadcast room obviously didn't have many car repair professionals. To be honest, if they were in the auto repair industry, they wouldn't have time to watch the live broadcast.But when there are too many people, you can always think of a way.

[Let's open the water tank first,] the old drivers began to come up with ideas, [Look at the radiator. ] [How is the temperature?Broadcaster be careful, touch the water pipe. ] [Don't let the broadcaster go to death, Momo, you wait for 10 minutes first, the temperature of the water tank is very high now, and the temperature of the steam is even higher, it is not a joke to be scalded. ] Mo Xian had to wait in front of the engine hatch, listening to Jillian and Letterman discussing Amanda's problems. It is said that Amanda flirted with Eric's father before Eric's mother committed suicide, and Eric's mother After death, they are still superiors and subordinates in front of them, but behind them...

"Do you have any clearer pictures of Amanda?" Letterman asked Reynolds. "Does she look like the victim?"

"Not like it," Reynolds shook his head, "Not at all, Amanda is blonde, and the victims are all black-haired. Speaking of looks, the victim is more similar to Eric's mother, which is why we One of the reasons to suspect Eric."

Time passed by, and after 10 minutes, when the white smoke cleared, under the guidance of the audience, Mo Xian wrapped his right hand in a soft white towel in the car and lifted the engine hatch. Seeing her move, Letterman was surprised. Ask, "What are you doing?"

"I want to see inside," Mo Xian waved his left hand to disperse the remaining steam and gasoline smell, "What if it can be opened?"

"Be careful not to break it," Letterman warned and stopped. Mo Xian has been here for a long time as an intern, and he understands that she will not do things that are not sure.

Mo Xian let out a "hmm" and stared at the parts in the engine compartment in a daze. There were too many things crowded together, and she couldn't tell which part was useful. She asked the old drivers in the live broadcast room consciously for help, "What should I do? ?”

[The small white plastic box on the left is the water tank,] Someone identified it, [Check for water leaks, be careful it’s hot. ] Check the water tank and the fan, make sure they are not leaking or faulty, then follow the old driver’s instructions [to the left,] [a little to the right,] [a little further,] [twist it,] [twist down,] [be careful, it’s hot, ] successfully removed the thermostat hidden in the corner, Mo Xian was sweating profusely, holding a towel in his hand and holding a handful of dark and hot thermostat, looked left and right, but couldn’t see any flowers Come on, the old drivers can only help here, [You can drive, but you have to drive at a low speed, low speed and low speed, otherwise the engine will be broken. ] "I never thought you could fix it?" Letterman sized her up with a strange look after hearing Mo Xian's speed. Because of the shortage of labor, auto mechanics in the United States are more common than those in other industries such as the banking industry. Employees need to earn a high income, and car repair is a professional skill for them, not just someone on the street.

"I haven't fixed it," Mo Xian denied instinctively, "This is just an emergency measure. If there is any problem with the car, you still have to send it to a professional auto repair shop."

Even so, her emergency measures saved several people from the plight of waiting on the main road. Watching the four of Letterman board the car and drive cautiously at a speed of [-] kilometers per hour, Staff Officer Chen made another note in his notebook. Pen.

Because the audience of the live broadcast room itself is intellectuals who have received higher education and are interested in reasoning and solving crimes. When encountering some simple problems like car breakdowns, they feel powerless. Gao, let alone being down-to-earth, this time it's just the car breaking down, in case of a flat tire next time, how can he have time to go to the auto repair shop to ask for help?

If you create a company for Mo Xian——

His eyes fell on the barrage again, and he picked up the phone.

After working hard and carefully for half an hour, they finally arrived at Amanda's mother's house. Amanda's mother lived in a small mountain villa. When the light shines into the woods, the breeze blows the shadows, smells the fragrance of the verdant trees in the sun, and Mo Xian let go of his worries and concentrates on following Reynolds' pace.

Seven or eight minutes later, a three-story slanted-roof country villa appeared behind the woods. The golden sunlight fell on the green grass through the white fence. A gravel road extended from the middle of the green grass to the entrance of the villa. The gate of the villa There is a place to hide from the rain in front, supported by white pillars. One can imagine that when summer comes, a family is playing guitar, drinking wine and singing songs under the starry sky in front of the porch, singing country songs from the 8s.

The back of Letterman's teeth and claws broke all the beautiful reveries. He opened the fence door and walked straight to the front of the villa. The doorbell was pressed on the pillar of the porch, and the crisp sound of the doorbell pierced the quiet and leisurely atmosphere.

"Who are you?" Not long after, a woman in her 60s and [-]s opened the door inside, and looked at the stranger at the door suspiciously, "Who are you looking for?"

Reynolds automatically stepped forward and waved her ID in his hand, "FBI, we want to find Amanda."

"FBI?" The woman in front of her opened the door a little wider, her identity was ready to be revealed, "What happened to my daughter?"

"Ma'am," Reynolds suppressed his impatience, "may I invite you to sit in?"

Amanda's mother hesitantly opened the door and let the four of them enter the room. The room in front of them was covered with solid wood floors, and a few wooden chairs covered with floral upholstery surrounded a small round table. There were two glasses of water, and a red lip print remained on the edge of one of the glasses.

The woman brought a small round tray from the house, distributed the four cups of water on it to the guests, and took away the two leftover cups. Mo Xian sat on the somewhat awkward cushion and looked at the small living room There are two bookshelves next to the TV, scattered with some books called "On Orators", "Nixon's Memoirs", "110 Rules of Conduct of Washington, the Founding Father of the United States", and a few photo frames on the other bookshelf. It should be a photo of Amanda and her parents.

"Where is Ms. Amanda?" Reynolds glanced at the winding stairs and asked politely, "We want to ask her for some information."

"She was sitting well, maybe five or six minutes ago," her mother stood in front of the table, looking at the group of uninvited guests nervously and vigilantly, "received a call and was called out."

"Whose phone number?" Mo Xian raised his eyebrows and asked faster than Reynolds.

The woman glanced at Mo Xian hesitantly, not knowing who she was, then glanced at Reynolds again, and then replied, "I think it seems to be her boss's phone number." Her boss, Mo Xian could hardly hide the corners of her mouth. Isn't her boss Eric's father, the mayoral candidate?He was also drunk, and his son was in crisis of a serial murder case, so he was still in the mood for a date?

[Scumbag! ] Filled with righteous indignation, Han Jiangxue immediately stamped him, relying on this sentence to make up a revenge novel with hundreds of thousands of words, [If I were his wife, no matter what his reputation or campaign, it would be directly exposed to the media for divorce!See how he hooks up with women. ] [Yes! ] There are also little girls who think more deeply, [I don’t know if Eric’s mother committed suicide! ] [Don't be too conspiratorial,] Yan ideally prevents them from thinking wildly without borders, [Looking back, even if she really committed suicide, she was forced to death by Eric's father. ] Since the Amanda they were looking for was not here, it seemed that it was time for Mo Xian and the others to leave, but Letterman didn’t care about leaving on the chair, and Reynolds and Gillian didn’t move when they saw his face and actions— —Driving through the small rear-end accident at low speed, the rescue team arrived in time and pulled their car for repairs, while Torres, who received Letterman's message, was still driving on the road, and it took half an hour to arrive , For half an hour, are they going to wait outside with the cold wind blowing?

A few people didn't speak, and the atmosphere suddenly froze. Gillian had to go back to the original scene. She took out her notebook and pen, and smiled kindly at Amanda's mother, "Can I ask you a few questions?"

"Of course." The woman nodded with a smile.

At the beginning, it was still a routine question to determine the baseline. Mo Xian idly counted the second hand of the clock one by one. She glanced at the TV from the corner of her eye. She felt that something was wrong, and carefully looked at the turned off TV. After a while, I found no problem, so I let go of my worries in doubt and listened to Amanda's mother telling her story.

"Amanda graduated from Yale University and studied political science," she couldn't hide her pride when talking about her daughter. "She has been aggressive since she was a child, and she is at the top of her class..."

Chatting like this, the time passed quickly, Mo Xian watched the minute hand jump to the position of six, and realized that the time had passed 10 minutes, then heard Letterman rudely interrupting Gillian's question, "How much time do I have?" I want to ask you a question."

Being drowsy by Amanda's mother, the audience woke up at this time and excitedly sent barrage, [Letterman is here again. ] [I think the question he asked must be very awkward,] Han Jiangxue, who knows the roots of Letterman, yawned slightly, rubbed his eyes and replied in the live broadcast room, [Look at his sloppy look. ] Sure enough, the first question he asked was, "Did you know that Amanda had an affair with her boss?"

Mo Xian paid special attention to Amanda's mother's face, only to see her surprised expression after hearing the question, "I don't know."

A clumsy lie, Mo Xian withdrew his gaze and placed the water glass on the log table. When a person was really surprised, the surprised expression did not stay on his face for more than a second. She kept it for a second or two, indicating that she was pretending.

Knowing daughter Mo Ruomu, how could Amanda's mother not know what she was doing.

"Does Eric's mother know about their relationship?" Letterman's second question was equally sharp, making it difficult for the woman to maintain basic politeness, and she let out an angry growl, "I don't know about their relationship! Amanda doesn't Will do such a thing! Please get out!"

"You know," repeating the question is a sign of lying, Letterman still didn't move, he crossed his legs and pointed his toes little by little, "The last question, is Amanda involved in the Zodiac serial murder?"

"My Amanda will never kill," the woman calmed down after being furious. "She will never, never kill."

Letterman observed her expression carefully, nodded and said, "This sentence is true."

But she is not Amanda herself, and she may not be able to tell if Amanda is hiding something from her.

"The question is over, you can go," Amanda's mother sighed deeply, as if she had aged a few years, she leaned over and pointed to the door, "Please leave."

Gillian glared at Letterman, and left her white business card with her name, address and phone number on the wooden table, "I'm sorry to bother you, if you need anything, you can contact me."

Letterman was the first to stand up and walk out of the living room, Reynolds followed closely behind him, his unenviable eyes circled around the TV for the last time, following their pace, Gillian once again nodded at the woman apologetically Nodding, he left Amanda's mother's house.

Going the same way through the woods, Torres' car was parked on the side of the road, and she leaned against the car with her arms folded, as if thinking about something.

In fact, Torres looks good, she is considered pretty among the black girls, but her brows are sharp and furrowed, which makes her not easy to mess with at first glance, which makes her pretty look a bit discounted.

"Here you are," hearing the sound of footsteps on the leaves, Torres pulled out of his thoughts, greeted them, and opened the car door.

Mo Xian sat in the back seat with an absent-minded look, and received a private message on her Weibo—the Weibo of anchor Mo Xian. After opening Weibo, too many people sent her private messages, and all of them were blocked by the system settings. , but this private letter seems to be quite important.

A staff officer surnamed Chen who claimed to be sent by the government to get in touch with her—the identity document is indeed his own, but it is not impossible to forge—hoped to obtain her authorization to set up a company in their world in her name. In addition to maintaining the normal needs of the company, all the profits will be used to help her live better in the live broadcast world. The conditions are very superior. As long as she nods, everything can be done properly there, but there is no such thing in the world. For a free lunch, what you get is what you lose. What do they want?

[Broadcast anchor,] was thinking about Staff Chen's intentions, when a barrage appeared under her perspective, [I've edited your live video, can I post it online? ] [cut it? ] The sharp-eyed audience saw this barrage at a glance, [Which website is it posted on? ][Station B,] The authorized director happily replied, [Some parts cannot be involved—you know, and the Victorian video was not released, so I cut the American one, which should be the second The first episode of the season hhhh, broadcaster, can you give this drama a name? ] My name?Mo Xian turned her head to look at the scenery outside the window, she was at a loss, but also thought it was amused, she thought for a while, and said slowly in the live broadcast room with her consciousness, "Since it was cut from my live broadcast room, what is said is Reasoning to solve the case."

"Just call, live broadcast the crime scene?"