[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

The author has something to say: The plot characters appearing in this chapter: Gregson and Lestrade, both detectives of Scotland Yard.

It is impossible to reason without any evidence, and to do so is to be led astray.

— Sherlock Holmes

Too many things happened that day. After talking with Holmes, Mo Xian turned off the live broadcast and went upstairs to fall asleep. If the footsteps downstairs were not too noisy, maybe she would have been sleeping on the big soft bed until the sun was high. .

"What happened?" Waking up, she muttered and rubbed her eyes, sat up from the soft and warm quilt, her black hair fell casually on the cotton nightgown with white leg-of-mutton sleeves, and looked at the vast expanse of whiteness outside the window beside the bed. As the daylight poured into the room, she yelled in her heart that it was not good. She managed to get the chance to be Holmes' assistant yesterday, and she didn't want to miss the close observation of the famous detective's daily life because of her snooze.

After a busy morning cleaning——Mo Xian had to buy toothbrush and toothpaste in the mall, and secretly decided that she must be prepared for the next crossing. She quickly put on another plain cheongsam, gloves and gauze hat, as if Walking out of the room like a real local, at the same time, she also turned on the live broadcast device.

"It's another brand new day, good morning everyone," she greeted the more than 200 viewers who were squatting in the live broadcast room consciously, probably because of the early weather and weekdays, the viewers who stayed in the live broadcast room were not too many, but They were all very enthusiastic. When they saw the broadcaster's appearance, they immediately responded: [The broadcaster is also beautiful today! ][Shyly send a meme!The broadcaster has worked hard, so I came to the live broadcast early in the morning. ] [Is the podcaster okay?I was scared to death yesterday. ] [Today's podcaster is also living well! ]

[Seeing that the broadcaster is still alive, I feel relieved! ]

"What the hell is this?" Han Jiangxue accidentally typed a number in the ID of the live broadcast room on the way to listen to the male god singing. She left, but was attracted by the unique barrage in the live broadcast room. While complaining, she also became interested, and temporarily forgot about the male god—it was still 10 minutes away, so she opened the full screen with great interest , so that the barrage that blocks the entire screen can be freed up.

In front of me is a very retro red cedar staircase, and the broadcaster makes a creaking sound when stepping on it. The quality of the live broadcast equipment is quite good. Amidst the creaking sound of the stairs being overwhelmed, Han Jiangxue can still hear the loud noise downstairs "My brother, congratulate me, I have made the motive of the case clear."

Hearing this, Mo Xian hurriedly picked up her skirt and walked downstairs. Halfway up the stairs, she stopped hesitantly. Thinking of the status of women in the Victorian era, she didn't dare to bet that the police detective would accept her as Holmes' assistant. Just hide on the edge of the stairs and listen carefully.

"Oh?" Holmes asked solemnly, still speaking in his charming English accent without panic, "I think Detective Gleason would be happy to tell me how you got this gratifying result?"

"Of course I'm happy to tell you!" The confident and proud high-pitched voice made it easy for Mo Xian to hear clearly, "I found the lawyer for the deceased Mrs. Foster!"

"Owning two houses on Baker Street does require a lawyer to take care of them," Holmes seemed not surprised at all, which aroused Detective Gleason's strong self-esteem, "Yes, but the content of her will will definitely Makes you astonished."

Speaking of this, Detective Grayson stopped talking, and after a rustling sound, as if he was finding a crumpled piece of paper from his arms and spreading it out, he read arrogantly in his familiar loud voice , "I will not mention the beginning of the previous paragraph, you listen to the next few sentences: I will donate all of my inheritance of [-] pounds to local charities, and I will donate one of the two properties I own to my son. Sam Foster, a set for my faithful and only servant, Miss Phyllis Bronte."

"The truth has come to light," Detective Grayson said excitedly, stuffing the paper into his arms, "Mrs. Foster's lawyer said that for some unknown reason, Mrs. Foster seemed to want to amend her will. In addition, Little Foster is a gambler and owes a lot of debts. He must be afraid that his inheritance will be reduced, so he can't wait for his mother to die, so he is determined to give her a push so that he can get the property as soon as possible. How about it? Mr. Holmes, don't forget that little Foster used to move bricks, farm and do manual labor in the country. Of course, he was also engaged to an unknown lady. I think this incident is quite consistent. , the murderer is that he is not wrong!"

[666, it seems that police detectives are not just for nothing. ] As soon as Detective Gleason's voice fell to the ground, the audience who listened intently with Mo Xian immediately sent barrage praises: [I believe it. ] [No way, is Holmes' case so easy? ][Thinking too much upstairs, most of the murder cases are easy to solve, because many people didn't think that they would kill before they killed [pick nose]][Although the murderer was found, I was suddenly a little disappointed, what happened? . ] [Yeah, it's the kind of pants that you just show me when you take off your pants?a feeling of. ] "The people in this live broadcast room are all weird," Han Jiangxue frowned, looking up and down the perspective of the broadcaster in the live broadcast, "Could it be some reasoning game played by real people?"

Han Jiangxue is very fascinated by mystery dramas and mystery novels. She is very familiar with the famous Detective Conan in episode 894. Regardless of British, American, Chinese, Japanese, and Korean dramas, she chases them as long as they are mystery dramas. The beast instinctively raised a doubt.

If the suspect can be established as long as there is a motive, why do you need clues?

Before Holmes answered, Mo Xian heard the jingling doorbell, and Mrs. Hudson asked in surprise after opening the door, "Detective Lestrade, what's the matter?"

Mo Xian hurriedly moved a few steps towards the upstairs stairs until he couldn't see the slightly covered wooden door in the living room. Although he was far away, he could still hear Detective Grayson's loud voice, "Ha, Lestrade Here comes De, I bet he must be several steps behind me!"

The one who came up the stairs was indeed Detective Lestrade whom I saw yesterday. He held his head high and proudly ran up the stairs in three steps at a time. When he entered the living room, Mo Xian slipped away quietly. Going down the stairs, leaning against the wall and listening attentively to Detective Lestrade say confidently, "Sir, you will never guess what I found out!"

"If you're talking about Mrs. Foster's will," Inspector Grayson announced equally triumphantly, "I've got it all in my hands!"

Detective Lestrade's voice became a little puzzled, "Mrs. Foster's will?" He laughed loudly, "That's not what I'm talking about."

His news was more shocking than that of Detective Grayson.

"Mrs. Foster has a lover?" Detective Grayson couldn't restrain his surprise, "How could it be!"

[What a twist! ] The barrage was also exploded by this news, [As expected of Sherlock Holmes' case. ] [It dazzles me. ][This is the sorrow of the old times. If it were us, we would directly check the monitoring and find out the truth. ][what? What?Where did the plot go?What happened between a meeting? ][One police detective investigated the deceased's will and found that the son had a motive, and another detective found that the deceased had a lover, one was entangled in money and the other a love-hate relationship. I can only say that there is a good show to watch! ] "I would also like to thank Mr. Holmes for the reminder," Detective Lestrade pretended to be modest and modest. "Mr. Holmes found the white mark of the engagement ring on the deceased's finger, but he did not find the ring. In addition, the deceased was already bereaved. After being married for many years, Holmes guessed that she had an engaged lover, oh no, her fiancé. As for why she had to hide it so deeply, it was probably because the class differences were too great. Mrs. Foster was a middle-class man. If she had a working-class Her fiancé will undoubtedly spread throughout Baker Street, and even shame her dead father. Therefore, Mr. Holmes asked me to ask Mrs. Foster's neighbors if there were any workers in her house recently. Sure enough, the lady next door Recall that Mrs. Foster's furniture has been ready for a year, but a craftsman is often in and out, so that the engagement ring and manual work are all right!"

[Me and my little friends are shocked! ] Faced with this clue, the brains of the audience are also spinning non-stop, [Who is the murderer! ][What motive does the fiancé have? ] [Actually, in terms of passionate murder and impulsive mindlessness, the fiancé is quite suspicious. ] [Even if the son is short of money, he will not kill his mother, right? ] [Not necessarily, didn't the deceased want to change the will?If the deceased left the inheritance to his fiancé, the son's suspicion would be greatly increased. ][There was a lot of fog upstairs, the deceased only said that he wanted to change the will, but he didn’t say that he would leave it to his fiancé, nor did he say that he would definitely change it. Would you kill someone in anger? ] Mo Xian flipped through the barrage, corresponding to the thoughts in his heart, while frowning and meditating, recalling the details that he had seen yesterday but ignored, and thoughts gradually came to his mind. The most important thing now is that both his son and his fiancé have motives, And they are all in line with Mr. Holmes' conjecture.Even if Mo Xian had only a half-knowledge of how to detect the case, he now understands that both paths seem to be open, but there is no conclusive evidence that the murderer is one of them.

She thought of the murder suspicion spread on her body, and the case in front of her seemed to have similarities in purpose.

"The clues you have brought," Holmes finally spoke. He said with a smile and full of confidence. It will be clear."

While the two police detectives and the audience were stunned by the barrage, Holmes put on his coat and hat, and shouted upstairs, "MissMo, I think you must be interested in going out with me to investigate?"

"Of course," Mo Xian panicked, stepped heavily on the stairs a few times, pretending to have just come down the stairs—although she knew that she might not be able to hide from Holmes' sharp eyes, "My honor."