[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

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In the early morning, when the first ray of golden sunlight shines into the dark room, the owner is neatly dressed, and gently flicks the stylus on the black turntable with his white index finger. It flows out and reverberates in the air, together with the sound of "duk tuk" like chopping meat, which is peculiar and harmonious.

At this time, Mo Xian, who was still sleeping on the bed, turned inside out, subconsciously avoiding the golden sunlight shining through the window on the blue and white striped sheets. His black hair was spread messily on the pillow, reflecting the faint light, as if Covered with a layer of light gauze like mist.Just when Mo Xian was immersed in a beautiful sleep on the weekend, her sister pushed open the door and opened the light blue gauze curtain and the black opaque curtain inside, allowing the light to shine directly on Mo Xian's face. Even in her dream, she seemed to feel the presence of the sun, reluctantly opened her sleepy eyes, yawned a little, and said lazily, "Sister, why did you get up so early."

"It's still early?" Maureen put the small silver alarm clock on the desk opposite her bed in front of her soft pillow, "Look carefully, it's already nine o'clock, didn't you say you want to go to the police station with me?" ?”

Mo Xian took a closer look, let out an "ah", and sat up suddenly hugging the thin quilt, scratching his head while looking for shoes and innocently said, "I forgot!"

After quickly washing up, Mo Xian put on a long butterfly skirt and windbreaker and came out of the room, sat down on the tatami in the living room, tucked his feet in black cotton socks into the skirt, and ate the simple bread, eggs, Vegetable salad and salmon, took the honey water handed over by Maureen, she drank it in one gulp, looked at her sister expectantly, "When are we going to leave?"

Maureen raised her hand to look at the time on the watch, and gave her a helpless look, "Let's go."

Watching her sister go to the garage to drive the car out, Mo Xian put on her white sneakers, and sat and waited at the entrance, feeling bored for a while, so she idly turned on the mobile phone she bought from the system and logged on to Weibo. Her number of fans is still more than 90. On the latest Weibo she posted yesterday, one of the most liked comments said, "Blog host, a female anchor named Yi'er copied you! What is the name of that live broadcast room #跟见花满楼#, obviously with the help "Lu Xiaofeng" will be released next week to advertise!"

"It's so crazy!" This comment was liked by hundreds of people just a day after it was posted, and it was pushed to the top of the comment. Anyone who wanted to comment for Mo Xian could see it, and the crew members of "Lu Xiaofeng" forwarded it Like it, #卢小凤# hot search ranking squeezed into the 24-hour list for a while, making Mo Xian's fans indignant, "It must be a hype! What memory, only 10,000+ fans, rushed to the top after changing the name of the live broadcast room 20, buy fans! Definitely buy fans!"

"Besides," Yan Li, who had been writing hard before the submission of the manuscript, was also shocked by this incident to the penguins. It is not unusual for the entertainment industry to be hyped and hyped. He had expected this to happen, and now he just wanted to confirm , "Is there no news from Mo Xian?"

Logically speaking, if a teenage girl encounters such a shameless person, she will immediately post a Weibo to clarify, and she will come forward to express a righteous and stern attitude. The fans are eager to help her fight, But she never showed up, which made Yan Li a little worried about what would happen to her after she went back.

Did you encounter any problem?

"That Lu Xiaofeng studio, has anyone been to see it?" Han Jiangxue was curious and asked in a subtle way, "Do you dare to imitate my idol?", "Are you going to visit the crew?"

"Otherwise, what else can we do? Could it be possible to travel to Lu Xiaofeng's place to live broadcast for us?" The group of friends said angrily, "If Momo's live broadcast room is changed to #跟见LU小凤#, I believe that a small female anchor can still Is it upside down?"

"But to be honest," the group friend with the suffix pr (public relations) replied, "it's quite novel to use live broadcasts to attract viewers. Today, the topic and number of comments of "Lu Xiaofeng" have risen rapidly, Yi'er I also received a lot of rewards, I said, there may be other crews imitating."

"No way."

"If there are many impacts from the same type of anchors, and Mo Xian does not start the live broadcast for a long time, maybe the audience in the live broadcast room will go away quietly?"

"No way, depressed."

"Who is Momo in our family? That's the only podcaster who can beep. It doesn't matter whether other people will unfollow it, but I won't anyway."

"Beep—block it too?! Can it be done? If you don't know, you might think we're talking about something inappropriate for children! Don't be like that, Mr. Penguin!"

Just when the laughter in the group was unbearable, Han Jiangxue and her roommates were tired from shopping and drank hot cocoa in the cafe. She put the half-drinked hot cocoa on the table. In the dissatisfied eyes of everyone, I opened Yi'er's live broadcast room, and the early bird caught the worm, and Yi'er was indeed live broadcasting. There was a picture of green mountains and green waters in front of her. Under the sun, she was wearing a light green suit. The dress is braided with two braids, and she smiles freshly and naturally at the camera. Her appearance is also very good-looking. The school of Shimizu comes out of hibiscus, which is completely different from Mo Xian's beauty.She was sitting on the edge of the raft, her white feet dangling in the clear lake water. In front of her, a boatman wearing a bamboo hat was holding the pole.

Her picture quality is not as good as Mo Xian’s live broadcast room, but it is much better than other anchors. It seems to be a professional live broadcast equipment. Han Jiangxue even suspects that there is a photographer behind her. Many local tyrants gave her a reward and asked her to sing a ditty to listen to the occasion, which made Han Jiangxue very emotional: This is our ordinary live broadcast!How fun it is to sing, chat and play games!It's not like Momo's live broadcast room, all kinds of high-level science popularization, mathematics, physics, culture, literature, history and philosophy can only be imagined, and the words are in Chinese, but they can't be understood at all, and there are even formulas posted directly on the public screen. Data, exchange of the most cutting-edge science and technology [I choose to die], made the entire live broadcast room look like a scientific research institute, nine out of ten people are elites from all walks of life, people who have no ink in their stomachs really dare not Send a barrage [Tan Shou] up.

Mo Xian's live broadcast room is so unfriendly to the people who eat melons, but Han Jiangxue began to miss her when she heard Yi'er singing with her voice.

"Jasmine, jasmine," Yi'er finished singing this song, squinted her eyes in satisfaction when she saw the screen constantly swiping in the live broadcast room, and asked happily, "What else do you want to hear?"

Yi'er was originally a small anchor, and she couldn't splash a small splash when thrown into a huge live broadcast platform, so when Guan San, the person in charge of the live broadcast platform, approached her, she thought it was some kind of fraud company's disguise, and the contract was very simple , asked her to visit the crew for a live broadcast. Of course, she would greet the crew in advance as a new way of publicity to test the waters of film and television. Some of the anchor sisters she knew also received this contract, but she was the first yes.

This is the first time she has seen this kind of live broadcast to promote a new drama. In the past, there were stars who promoted new dramas live, but most of them just mentioned a word during the live broadcast, and did not go deep into the level of visiting the crew. In the itinerary, there will be characters in the script greeting her, and there will be arrangements like a mistress for dinner in the restaurant. It seems that they want to give the audience in the live broadcast room an immersive feeling, and Yi'er is also looking forward to it.

It's a pity that most of the process of filming a movie or TV series has a few cameras facing it, the lights are on behind, and the actors perform under the watchful eyes of dozens of crew members. If there is no such equipment and people, it will definitely be more enjoyable.

"Ah, we're almost there," Yi'er stood up from the raft, put her hands on her eyebrows and looked ahead, and said cheerfully to the audience.

"We're here," Maureen stepped on the brakes, looked at the rearview mirror and carefully put the car back into the parking space. The tall building in front of her was the Police Department.

Mo Xian pressed the window control button, waved her right hand to disperse the pungent car smoke, and stared at the building. Suddenly, she frowned, slid the car glass up, and called her sister who was about to get out of the car.

"What's the matter?" Maureen leaned over and asked, following Mo Xian's gaze, she saw a boy and a girl walking out from the gate of the police station, seeming to be arguing about something, with a clear look in their eyes, "You Know them?"

"It's Mizuno's best friend, Iwai," Mo Xian put his hand by the car window, watching the two of them closely, "the person Mizuno had a crush on, Beichuan."

How are they here?Still look like you're arguing?

"Do you want to go down and take a look?" Maureen also realized that the two of them were wrong, "It looks suspicious."

Mizuno sent a letter to Kitagawa, setting a date for the meeting—that is, half an hour before her death, and the letter was written by Iwai.

Now, Kitagawa and Iwai are arguing in front of the police station.

Mo Xian felt as if he had caught some clue.

She stayed in the car quietly, leaving only a gap at the top of the car window for ventilation. When Iwai left angrily and Beichuan remained where she was, she immediately let her sister stay in the car, got out of the car and walked towards Beichuan go.

"Mr. Beichuan," she trotted all the way—she was still wearing sneakers, afraid that he would leave here, slowed down to adjust her breath not far from him, and greeted in surprise as if passing by, "What are you doing here?"

Bei Chuan is a handsome boy, and he should be a sought-after player in the baseball club. At this moment, he stood there blankly, until Mo Xian called him to come back to his senses, "Ah, Mo Jiang."

Class A and Class H are not far away, and the school circle is so big, they can be regarded as nodding acquaintances, Mizuno's case has also increased walking around, and it is normal to say hello when they meet on the road.

"What's wrong?" she asked patiently, her eyes fixed on the expression on his face.

"It's Mizuno-san's matter," Bei Chuan lowered his head in a low mood, kicking the small stones on the side of the road, "Damn it, the police haven't found the murderer yet."

"No wonder," Mo Xian nodded in agreement, "After all, Mr. Beichuan, you were the last person to see her."

Beichuan sighed and nodded his head.