[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

On the screen, the advertising sign of Maori Detective Agency gleamed in the sun.

There was a brief blank in the barrage, as if someone pressed the pause button on the live broadcast, and then, dense barrages squeezed the screen tightly. These barrages were very short. Obviously, the audience was too frightened to speak incoherently , except for the slightly longer [Fuck!Maori detective agency? ! ][Oh my God! ] [I must have seen a fake live broadcast. ]

[who I am?where am I?what am i doing now ]

[It's amazing my anchor. ]

[Let me calm down...how can I calm down! ! ! ! ][Forget about Holmes, forget about Letterman, Nima even Kogoro Mori has appeared!You are going against the sky, broadcaster! ] [I'm not awake, I'm sure I'm not awake. ] The rest are just a few simple words [AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH] and the classic Chinese curses blurted out by the people of Huaguo in horror. Li Shi, who was watching the live broadcast in the dormitory, would have thought that the computer had been blocked by too many bullet screens if he hadn't known the extraordinary network speed in the live broadcast room.

"Interesting," he didn't think too much, before he had time to think carefully, he subconsciously sent the screenshot of the live broadcast screen, which was not visible at all, to Weibo Moments, and waited for the number of likes to accumulate to five within two or three seconds. Only then did he come back to his senses, his eyes widened and he leaned back suddenly, and he fell to the ground with the chair on his back, and screamed in disbelief while screaming "Ouch, Ouch" on the ground, "What? Conan?!"

"Conan?!" At the same time, Han Jiangxue, who was waiting for the meal in the restaurant, dropped her phone in fright. The loud sound caused the entire restaurant's guests and waiters to cast strange glances at her, but she bent over and stretched without hesitation. She went under the table and picked up the phone, and reopened the live broadcast room that was accidentally closed just now like a treasure. After confirming, even she, who usually pays attention to the image of a lady, couldn't help but swear, "Is it right?"

"I'm not dreaming, am I?" Sitting in front of the computer, his thinking seemed to be stagnant, he pinched himself subconsciously - this action is very rare for him, he felt the pain on his skin, and he After recovering from the dream-like hallucinations caused by shock, he held the mouse blankly to block the bullet screen, and looked at the signboard carefully again. Even if there were two characters in traditional characters, he would never I will admit my mistake, that is, the Maori Detective Agency is not wrong, "How is this possible!"

"Impossible?" Cao Gezhi, who was studying English hard in the library, suppressed the exclamation that almost rushed out of his mouth, temporarily put aside the important exam, picked up his mobile phone and whispered, "I remember Conan is an anime. , How could it be? Could it be that Sherlock Holmes and Letterman are not the people who appeared in the so-called parallel space, but the same British and American drama as Conan? The explanation does not make sense, the parallel universe theory does not make sense, is it really the ads/cft dual theory? Or the so-called physics Computationalism? My God, if it is confirmed, it will affect not only physics, but also astronomy, biology, psychology, artificial intelligence research and even the whole society. This discovery is amazing.”

"Who said it wasn't?" Staff Officer Chen urgently summoned a group of physics professors and "Detective Conan" research experts to gather in the research room for a meeting in the underground research institute of the Intelligence Bureau. He reported the news as early as possible. After receiving the order to block a batch of news flowing into social media according to the previous plan, I took the time to listen to the conclusions of the experts and professors, "If the broadcaster is really in "Detective Conan", it will be a disaster for the entire scientific community. Big turmoil, and to be honest, I'm now starting to wonder if this studio is a prank."

"When we investigated this live broadcast room, thousands of scholars jointly confirmed the real existence of this live broadcast room," Staff Officer Chen said wearily, rubbing his forehead. "However, they may not be sure now."

"You're asking me if I'm sure it's true or not?" Professor Yang hurried to the research institute after finishing a speech. In the taxi, he said to his old friend in a calm manner, "Of course I'm sure! What? Animation ? I said you're not joking, are you? This can't be a joke!"

"Of course I'm not kidding, anyway, come here quickly," his friend whispered in the research room, hung up the phone in a quiet place, and listened to Staff Officer Chen who was standing in front of the projector and said, "The superior asked us to The existence of this live broadcast room has been confirmed three times, and some people have gone abroad to investigate to see if the broadcaster is playing with us in a certain corner of the earth. In short, we must devote ourselves to the live broadcast room with a rigorous attitude and a cautious method. In your research, Conan Research Team, have you found anything?"

This research team may be the youngest of the five members in the entire research institute, with an average age of about 30 years old. The team leader took the tablet and walked up to the podium with a calm step, pointing to the projected whiteboard in the middle towards Maori Detective Agency. Mo Xian, who was walking up the stairs, said, "According to our research, the Maori Detective Agency is located on the second floor of this building." He projected the pictures of the agency that appeared in Conan to the whiteboard on the left for comparison, and pointed out at a very fast speed. Introducing the picture, "This is the floor plan. The inside looks like this. Mo Xian came up from the steps. There is a door on the left side of his body. When entering, he faces the tea room with his back to the door. On the left side of the tea room is a pair of brick-red sofas and a wooden coffee table. Looking to the left, there is a white desk with an eye-protecting desk lamp and an old-fashioned TV. Behind it are seven glass windows. It is worth noting that the manga version has six windows, and the animation version has seven windows. According to what the broadcaster saw The world of Sherlock Holmes is the original world, so I speculate that the glass windows that Mo Xian saw should be the six windows in the comic version."

Seeing that Mo Xian was about to reach the end of the stairs, the team leader quickly flashed the pictures of the interior of the Maori Detective Agency to give everyone an impression, "The toilet is opposite the desk, okay, she's coming up."

In the midst of everyone's attention, Mo Xian knocked on the office's door.

"Please come in!"

She pushed open the door.

"Hiss—" Staff Officer Chen and the experts and professors present couldn't help but gasp, "It's exactly the same," he stood up in shock and stared at the screen in the live broadcast room, and the air came out from the bottom of his heart. , "Like, the world created by the Creator according to this picture."

"It's like a rigorous program," Professor Yang, who just rushed over to listen to the full set, continued with his eyebrows knotted thoughtfully, "every character is in its place."

"Speaking of which, when Mo Xian was at 221b Baker Street," said another professor, "the room was also completely in accordance with the original book."

Several professors looked at each other and exchanged a dignified look.

"Hello," on the screen, Mo Xian glanced at the back of the desk, the sun shining through the glass window on the uncle who was watching TV with his legs on the table, and there was still a can of beer on the table, she smiled and went out "I'm Mo Xian, you must be Mr. Maori, right?"

"Ah! Mo ah," Mao Li put his legs down as if nothing had happened, scratched the back of his head and laughed, "I heard your mother say, hello, hello, sit, sit." Let Mo Xian sit on a brick red sofa, He walked to the door and shouted loudly, "Xiaolan! Xiaolan! Conan! Come down quickly! We have guests!"

[It seems that it is indeed Kogoro Mori,] Seeing Kogoro Mori in real life, Li Shi still looked like the sky was falling, grabbed his hair and said "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" after venting, typing on the keyboard, [also It is indeed the Maori Detective Agency. ] [I'm so stupid, really,] Han Jiangxue unconsciously imitated Mrs. Xianglin's tone, [I only knew that Mo Xian would time travel, but I didn't know that she would not only travel to Sherlock Holmes and Letterman, but also to Conan, I should have known earlier, let alone Letterman, Holmes is actually the same as Conan. ] [I don't want to think about any physical principles anymore,] Cao Gezhi's head hurts, [I just want to quietly be a beautiful boy watching the live broadcast. ] Although the melon-eaters were so frightened that they dropped their melons, after all, they were separated by a layer of screens, and the question of "Why did Maori appear?" was unknowingly replaced by the excitement of "I will see the real Conan soon". Waiting for the appearance of Xiaolan and Conan, and at the same time calling relatives and friends to spread the news, after all, who hasn't seen Conan?Even if you haven't seen it, you've heard of it, right?So when Mo Xian, who was sitting on the sofa, changed the name of the live broadcast room to #跟见名Detective毛利小伯郎#, the popularity of the live broadcast room slowly rose again.

Speaking of which, besides Yier who was the first one to imitate the live broadcast room that started with #跟见……#, there are more and more anchors joining recently. Call the manager of the live broadcast platform and ask them to start the live broadcast immediately, so as to divert the viewers of Mo Xian's live broadcast room, but——

[A counterfeit is a counterfeit,] Mia, who lives in the United States and advocates freedom, hates Huaguo's blockade policy on live broadcast rooms, [Seeing the real master, who will support the counterfeit? ] As soon as this barrage passed across the screen, there was the sound of pattering footsteps outside the door not far from Maoli. The girl in jeans opened the door and saw her look over with a generous smile, "Hello! I'm Mao Lilan, and he's Edogawa Conan. Please give me your advice when we meet for the first time!"

"Hello," Mo Xian stood up from the sofa and walked over to greet him with a smile, "I'm Mo Xian, please give me your advice for the next few days, can I call you Xiaolan and Conan? You can also call me I don't or don't envy."

She noticed the little boy wearing black-rimmed glasses and a blue T-shirt and gray shorts by Xiaolan's legs in front of the door. She couldn't help squatting down and stretching out her hands to pinch his mature but super-feeling little face, "Okay Cute! Conan-kun!"

[Broadcast, broadcast host...] Watching this scene, the audience is a little bit square, [That, that is not an ordinary little boy, broadcast host. ]