[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

But now I understand that no artist can be satisfied with simply creating art.His desire to be recognized by the world for his art was insurmountable.

— Agatha Christie

"Of course I don't mind!"

Dr. Watson owns a small clinic in Kensington. His wife has just passed away. This is one of the reasons why Mr. Holmes wants him to move back to Baker Street. Don't wait a while longer.Dr. Watson was thin, with beards all over his face. He looked very haggard, but his eyes were bright and firm. He was holding a new newspaper that smelled like ink. After hearing Mo Xian's intention, Dr. Watson immediately put down his smile and said, "Poor girl, this happened to me on the first day I came to England. Believe me, nothing is safer than living with Holmes."

Mo Xian sharply saw that on the first page of the newspaper he put down, the headline "London Reappearance of Murder" was marked in bold font, and a black and white photo of the murder scene was attached. Seeing that Mo Xian glanced at the newspaper curiously , Watson said with a smile, "They are always so fast, and the details are very detailed. The husband of Mrs. Foster passed away early, leaving only one son to do nothing in the country and owe a lot of debts. Do you know what Holmes found out of this murder, apart from the looting of Mrs. Tate's money and jewelry, and Scotland Yard's targeting of this son?"

"Well..." She recalled yesterday's situation, and said with some disbelief, "He discovered a lot, in various senses."

"I think," Dr. Watson stroked his right leg, stood up slightly, took out a black book from the side cabinet, took out a red quill pen, dipped the ink in the narrow-mouth bottle, "I would like to put They're all recorded."

Mo Xian looked away from his leg, guessing that he might have hurt his leg, but quickly dropped this idea, as if influenced by Mr. Holmes, she also began to observe the people and things around her carefully, which is a good idea. Habit, she should be thankful for that.

"The murderer is a man," Mo Xian recalled Holmes' deduction last night slowly, "he is about five feet eight inches tall, and his age is not more than twenty years old, oh, I really hope I can get into his head and see what he deduces." from."

Watson smiled gently, and echoed, "I often think so too."

...not more than 20 years of age, close to the victim, worked some time at manual labor, smoked Indian cigarettes, was engaged, and his son was a major suspect, as the Scottish court said.After breakfast, Ye Yushi dug out the notebook he carried with him at his work station, which recorded the inferences that Holmes said yesterday. When he moved his ten fingers, he clicked on the keyboard, and one window after another opened on the computer. The background cache of the live broadcast platform has all the live broadcast videos of all the broadcasters for 24 hours. Soon, he found the cached video of #跟着奇纳朗斯#, downloaded it to his computer, wiped away all traces of intrusion, and exited Jinjiang silently Backstage.

At the moment of quitting, he saw a post on the Bishui forum under the Jinjiang live broadcast platform, "I actually saw the real Sherlock Holmes!" 》, the number of replies is 0, the morning is a good time to browse the forum, and there are posts being pushed up continuously. After a while, this post has fallen to the bottom of the page. Among the 2000 viewers, it is like an inconspicuous little splash, not attracting the attention of others at all.

Of course, it might be that Guan San took the measure of "refusal to reply". After all, when a dead person is encountered in a live broadcast, no platform director wants to be in bad luck.

But Ye Yushi was different. He played Mo Xian’s live video yesterday on his computer—she hadn’t started the live broadcast today—put on the high-quality headphones he bought specially, and fast forwarded all the way to the time when the broadcaster opened the landlord’s door, repeatedly Playing back the image of the dead body scanned by the live broadcast, and even using the video processing software written by myself to continue to enlarge the original high-definition picture, the entire computer screen is the landlord's pair of eyes that are dying, making the colleagues who pass by Xiaoye's work station gasp .

Unlike Sherlock Holmes who handles forensic medicine, criminal police, investigators, technicians, and analysts all by himself, modern criminal investigation work has already subdivided these tasks into an assembly-line process, on-site investigation, intelligence analysis, and material collation...each of which is handled by a professional However, Ye Yushi, a former hacker who specialized in finding information on the Internet, wanted to find some clues from the live broadcast.

"It's strange," Ye Yushi looked back and forth at the dead body on the live broadcast, and said to himself, "If the murderer is a male, close relationship, and has done physical work, I can understand that it is difficult for a woman to strangle a middle-aged man. Young women, if they are not close, they will not let the murderer into the house. It is easier to understand if they have done physical work. Of course, they can’t strangle people if they have no physical strength. The problem is age, height, Indian cigarettes and engagement. How can you tell? ?”

He is not the only one who has these questions. In the live broadcast room of #跟维维琳朗斯#, although the broadcaster has not yet appeared, there are already 500 people waiting inside, waiting for the broadcaster’s luck like passing through autumn water. Fortunately, Most of the viewers in the live broadcast room are fans of Sherlock Holmes. They enthusiastically discussed the evidence of Holmes' inference on the public screen. With the joint efforts of Sherlock Holmes fans who are professional writers, writers of mystery novels, etc., they really push the truth to the extreme, and they are waiting for the broadcaster to go online to show off.

Therefore, it is not surprising that when Mo Xian, who returned to Baker Street, started the live broadcast, he saw a large light green bullet screen slowly flying across the lower right corner of his field of vision.

[…The murderer is strong enough to strangle a middle-aged woman with his forehand. He must be young and strong. There were no gymnasiums in the Victorian era, so he can only do physical work and exercise for many years. Apart from these simple inferences,] A short flight ahead was similar to that of Ye Yushi, but after a much more detailed speculation, the main event came late. A small pinch of soot can tell what kind of cigarette the murderer was smoking, but this must be based on the fact that the landlady does not smoke. We believe that Holmes must have carefully inspected the landlady's room and found no cigarette boxes and pipes. So sure to come to this conclusion. ] "Good morning, my little angel," as soon as Mo Xian entered the room, he saw Mrs. Hudson who was busy in the living room on the first floor. Xian called affectionately, "You're back, how are you doing? Did Dr. Watson agree?"

[Watson? ] Hearing this person's name, the audience in the live broadcast room seemed to be stimulant, sending out barrage, [The broadcaster went to see Watson? ][Why didn't there be a live broadcast? Seeing such an interesting event from Watson, how could there not be a live broadcast?! ] [I really want to see Watson!Promise me that the broadcaster will broadcast live the next time I meet him again! I want to meet Holmes' good friend! ] [Watson, my Watson! ] There are so many barrages, Mo Xian can’t even pretend not to see them. While comforting the audience in the live broadcast room with her thoughts [Okay, I will definitely start a live broadcast to take you there next time], she smiled, Trying to shyly say, "Yes, Dr. Watson is really a good man, and you look very happy, Aunt Hudson."

"That's because Mr. Holmes has something to do at last," sighed Mrs. Hudson, laughing. "He can drive me crazy when he's bored."

Mo Xian didn't know why, so she could only nod and smile politely, but it doesn't matter, her audience has already warmed up with caring and can't wait: [When he doesn't have a case, he will go crazy with anxiety, and sometimes he will inject drugs intravenously to stimulate him] brain. ] [Yes, I also like to play the violin, especially the harsh one! ] [Shoot at the wall! ]

[He is noisy like a big boy, but I like him for that [shyness]] No wonder Mrs. Hudson is so happy. Mo Xian can imagine the scene of Mr. Holmes when he is bored through the screen while watching the barrage. She deeply sympathizes , "Then, I'll go up and pack my luggage first, see you later, Aunt Hudson."

"Wait," said Mrs. Hudson, bringing out a tray of bread and tea, "take it and eat."

Mo Xian took the silver plate and lowered her hands heavily. She pulled the gray plush cloak around her body with one hand, stepped on a pair of black ballet flat shoes, and walked upstairs silently when she landed. When I was upstairs, I was caught off guard by Holmes in the living room with sharp ears, "You went to visit Watson, what did he say?"

Mo Xian immediately stopped in his tracks, hesitated for a while, and walked towards the living room with a plate in his hand, saying, "Dr. In no time, he told me—" She paused.

"He is still the same," said Holmes, sitting by the fire, with his fingers together and his elbows resting on the arms of his chair, as if with a faint smile. Wrote the case in his pamphlet."

"This is also the reason why you can become friends?" Mo Xian had already walked to the fireplace, she put the plate in her hand on the low table, and looked sideways at an unframed portrait hanging beside the fireplace, and the old cabinet Slippers with tobacco on them, "If you want, he said, I hope I can replace him, you know, write down the details of this case and tell him, after all, I have been involved."

He leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, and from Mo Xian's point of view, he said in an arrogant and conceited voice, "Watson can be my assistant because he is a doctor, but what about you?"

"You want to test me," recalling the large section of light green barrage that floated by just now, which corresponded to the details he had memorized with "observation" at that time, Mo Xian couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips , Outlined an equally confident smile, "You know what, let's start with the pinch mark of the engagement ring on the landlady's neck."

Holmes' expression remained impassive, but his eyes moved, as if to say: ... go on.

Looking at Holmes who showed interest, Mo Xian tried hard to suppress the little pride in her heart. She shouldn't be proud, of course she shouldn't. The expression, her little emotions are also forgivable, aren't they?

Maybe I am not as talented as you in reasoning, she hummed a song almost complacently in her heart, but what you don't know is that there are hundreds of reasoning fans behind me.