[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

The Indian guy on the plane?

The terrorist who tried to detonate the bomb at the New York airport, the Indian guy who met on the plane from Washington to New York, and another Indian guy who looks similar under the Statue of Liberty.

These fragments engraved with different scenery and memories are spinning and blurring in Mo Xian's mind, like an exquisite kaleidoscope, skimming off the glitz, and finally there is only——

"What are you thinking about?" The girl at the same table pushed Mo Xian's arm on the table, "The teacher is looking at you."

Mo Xian hurriedly came back to his senses, grabbed a pen and wrote a few sentences on the blackboard indiscriminately under the eyes of the teacher behind the glasses, looked at the classroom with clear windows and the students who were hard at writing, and the cadence behind the podium. The teacher who gave the lecture recalled all kinds of fights with the brutal murderers, giving birth to a sense of unreality.

The music for the end of class sounded, the students rustled the things on the table, went out in twos and threes to rest, some lay on the table to catch up on sleep, some urgently took out the textbooks for the next class from the hole in the table, some She was chatting and joking with her friends, and the deskmate with two long ponytails packed up her textbooks, turned around and smiled at her, "Mo Jiang, what were you thinking just now? So concentrated?"

What did Mo Xian think of?She smiled wryly and fell into memory.

That day, she received a call from Gillian under the Statue of Liberty in New York, and learned that a terrorist was waiting for an opportunity to detonate a bomb. Under the identification of the audience, she recognized a familiar Indian boy who was the same as when she flew from Washington to New York. On the plane, another Indian boy sitting next to her is very similar. When the viewer who is good at recognizing faces posted the picture on the public screen, Ye Yushi also specially used the face similarity comparison software to identify the two faces. The similarity of the faces is 70.00%. Everyone agrees that they are related by blood. In other words, the two Indian brothers should be brothers.

In addition, Gillian said that a suspect tried to detonate a bomb at the New York airport and was arrested, and she realized that this Indian boy might be suspected of a terrorist attack. The explosion of the bomb was not a joke. —God knows why there is such a thing as a blasting expert in an ordinary live broadcast room, and it doesn’t sound like a product of Huaguo at all——tell her like this, [He is carrying a backpack and a package on his back, if these two If all of them are bombs, the bomb in the backpack is visually estimated to be one catty, and the bomb in the package is more, estimated to be about 20 kilograms. According to the data of the US Department of Homeland Security, you have to be at least 550 five meters away from him to be safe. ][To be on the safe side, it is safer to go above 600 meters. ] Under the guidance of professionals, the flustered viewers in the live broadcast room began to come up with ideas. After all, separated by a layer of screen, they couldn’t really empathize with them. Also calm down slowly.

[There are too many people,] Yan Li also considered the anchor's way of life, [There are indeed many people at weekend attractions, not only New Yorkers, but also tourists from all over the world. After all, it is one of the most famous attractions in the United States. Difficult. ][The easiest way to dodge is to run, but it will attract his attention, there are many people beside him, in case he finds that something is wrong and detonates the bomb...] Needless to say, everyone knows the rest, so the way to escape is considered by everyone veto.

Mo Xian looked at the bullet screen and walked out of the crowd, because she was not sure if the Indian guy with a backpack and a package was a suspect, she picked up her phone pretending to be taking a selfie, and found someone who could take a picture of him There was a click of the angle, and the audience sweated for her, for fear that others would find it wrong.

"Huh?" Mo Xian withdrew his outstretched right arm, tapped on the phone, and quickly adjusted to the selfie camera, "I didn't take the picture?"

Before being confirmed by Gillian, everyone at the scene was suspicious. Mo Xian even took several photos with good angles of light and a photo with the Statue of Liberty for the sake of acting. The picture of the Indian brother in the selfie is sent to Gillian.

Walking out like an ordinary tourist, Mo Xian breathed a sigh of relief. When she walked out of the crowd laughing and chatting in the sun, and walked 300 meters away from the Indian boy, the phone rang to remind her of Gillian When the call came in, the audience's inference was really good, the Indian guy was the one the fbi wanted.

"Listen," Gillian's voice became impatient, "Here Letterman speculates that the suspects may have their own unique way of transmitting information." She glanced at the heavy-faced Letterman in the interrogation room, and lowered her voice. "I suspect that he may soon receive the news that his companion has been captured by us."

Mo Xian's heart raised suddenly, "This means that he might detonate the bomb recklessly?"

Gillian didn't speak on the other end, only the sound of her breathing could be heard.

"I understand." Mo Xian took a deep breath and comforted her in turn, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

She hung up the phone and saw with sharp eyes that at the corner of the green road not far away, several special FBI vehicles were heading straight towards the Statue of Liberty, and she understood that now was the time to make a choice.

She was about 300 meters away from the Indian brother. If she ran out desperately now, she would be able to escape the explosion circle.Moreover, those FBI special vehicles are too eye-catching, and with the special news channel that Gillian said, the suspect may detonate the bomb in the next second, and she will not even try to run away by then.No matter from which angle she thinks, running away is her best choice at this moment. As for the people surrounded by the Statue of Liberty, can Mo Xian still save them?

But what if?

In case the suspect still has room for negotiation, in case the innocent tourists can be saved-don't forget, he still has a brother in the hands of the police.

It is not Mo Xian's style to entrust her wealth and life in the hands of criminal suspects, but she really can't do something to sacrifice others to protect herself.

[Another dilemma,] Yan Li thought about it carefully and understood Mo Xian's difficulties in a very close way, [If the anchor runs away, the suspect may be alerted to detonate the bomb, if the anchor does not run, the suspect may be killed in the next second You will see that the fbi will detonate the bomb when it receives the news that your companion has been arrested. The former broadcaster can protect himself, and the latter will be injured if he does not die.] After typing here, he sighed, [Broadcaster, let’s run. ] [Blogger, I hope you can protect yourself,] Even the hidden agencies that usually don't speak have come out, [You are very important to us. ] [The broadcaster should leave quickly. ] The fbi car is getting closer and closer, Mo Xian can almost see the fbi logo on the front of the car.

[Thinking about it better, since the FBI dared to come here openly, is it certain that the suspect will not detonate the bomb? ][You can't put your hope in the hands of one person,] Seeing that Mo Xian walked about 350 meters away from the Indian brother, Yan Li's eyes suddenly widened, [Broadcaster, the suspect saw the fbi! ] Mo Xian closed his eyes the moment he saw this barrage, turned off the live broadcast room, contacted the system, "Send me away."

The lie recognition skill has been obtained, and Mo Xian's trip is completed, so he can go back to his own world directly. Although it seems a little inappropriate to disappear in public, the police, who were troubled by the terrorist attack, would not care about this detail. Besides, She believes the system can handle it.

In this way, although the case of the taxi driver Nick has not been clarified, she still came back, but she didn't know what to say to the audience in the live broadcast room, so she kept delaying.

"It's still the case, Matsushita-san," Mo Xian pulled back his thoughts of not knowing where he was going, and smiled at his lively deskmate, "I don't have any clue at all."

"So, Mizuno's case," Matsushita was also very distressed, "It's been two weeks, and the police don't have any clues?"

"Because there is no surveillance," Mo Xian shook his head helplessly, "It would be great if the murderer could be found as soon as possible."

In the past two weeks, Mizuno's case has not turned around, and the students have gradually forgotten the existence of this case. Mo Xian has basic deductive skills and lie recognition skills, so he could use this to investigate several people who were also included in the list of suspects. suspect, however—

She looked at herself and sighed again.

Her age is flawed, the same clue, my sister can figure it out by going to the police station, what about her?It would be nice if the police didn't drive her out, and you want to help investigate the case?Do you think you are writing a detective story?

Generally speaking, the police and detectives are two different circles. No matter how incompetent the police are, they will not hire detectives as consultants—Leave Holmes aside—because it is equivalent to telling the public how incompetent they are, but in a small way. It is acceptable to spy on some news.

Fortunately, she and the other two suspects are alumni, so she can use this identity to question her. Mo Xian glanced at Iwai, the best friend of the deceased. She was wearing a ponytail, her bangs were light and thin, and she was talking to a male classmate. , his eyes looked down from time to time, and a small dimple appeared.

Unfortunately, Mo Xian just glanced at her, and saw that the sleeves of her light-colored school uniform jacket were a bit shorter than the sleeves of the white shirt inside, revealing the crystal bracelet given by the victim Mizuno, and her school skirt was washed white , worn loosely on the legs, the waist that is occasionally exposed, the waist is not tied to the belt, but the red wool that I don't know from that sweater.

Could the murderer be her?

Mo Xian has reservations.

"Speaking of which," the chattering tablemate Matsushita put his hands on his chin and said dreamily, "The Cherry Blossom Festival is coming soon."

Looking at the lush double cherry blossoms outside the window, Mo Xian said "Yes", "Yes."

The Cherry Blossom Festival will be held next week, from mid-March to mid-April, and lasts for a whole month. There will also be many fun activities. It is one of the most yearned-for festivals for island residents.

"What activities will our school hold?" Mo Xian just asked casually, never expecting Panasonic to answer, but Atobe-kun in the back row heard it and continued, "Let's go to Karuizawa to participate in the Cherry Blossom Festival."

"We're going to Karuizawa?!" Hearing the news, Matsushita almost jumped up, "Really?!"

Karuizawa.

Saying this name, an ominous premonition surged in Mo Xian's heart.