[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

power cut?

Suddenly lost the light of the incandescent lamp above the head, the corridor suddenly darkened, as if covered by a layer of gray-black tulle, and the pattern of the warm red gold silk carpet under the feet was blurred into large clouds, and Mo Xian raised his wrist to get closer Looking at the time, it's already four o'clock in the afternoon, if there is still no electricity at night——

[The murderer will take advantage of this great opportunity to continue killing,] the audience said.

"Mo, I'll check the electric switch. You... wait, it's not safe for you to be here alone. Let's go to the utility room to check first." Mao Li put the long and thin fishing line into the file bag along the edge , the two mustaches were pressed down, and the exaggerated expression on his face was swept away, like a street swept clean in the morning, revealing a condensed background, beckoning to Mo Xian, "while it's still dark, Hurry up and search the villa first."

Mo Xian responded, and quickly followed Mao Li up the spiral staircase to the third floor. This is where the servants and housekeepers live. Even the carpet in the corridor has been changed from red to a dark gray that is not easy to get dirty. In the light of day, I walked to the wooden door that said utility room. Maoli took out the key given by the butler and turned the locked door. The room was very narrow, about the size of two tatami mats, and there was a small window opposite the door. Curtains, the gray sky outside penetrates in like thick smog, and the sea breeze can still be heard through the thin window glass, blowing through the cedar trees, rustling, like ghosts crying and wolves howling in a ghost town in the desert.

Mo Xian fumbled in the pocket of her clothes, and took out a bunch of cold iron keys. There was a pocket flashlight hanging on the keychain. She lightly touched the switch, and the foggy white light and the light coming in from the window, and Mori Kogoro looked around in the utility room. There were many things on the wooden shelves, stacks of books, useless pots and pans, hangers and various pockets, old clothes, fishing rods, fishing lines, and even a There was a large bag of uninflated balloons, and Mo Xian touched the wooden boards on the shelf. It was dry and there was no trace of dust. It seemed that the servants often cleaned here.

"There are still no clues." Mao Li turned around like a little mouse stealing oil, trying to find something on the ground. After 10 minutes passed, nothing was found in the end. "Let's go."

"The key to the utility room," Mo Xian followed Mao Li to leave, gently closed the door of the utility room, and asked, "Does everyone have it?"

Mao Li raised his mustache and nodded, "That's right, alas, there is no way to rule out the suspect based on this."

The two went down to the living room. The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room were almost drawn open. Even though there was no lighting, it was bright enough. When the housekeeper and Saeki's children saw Maori coming back, they immediately gathered around and asked, "Mr. Maori, how are you doing?"

"Have you found the murderer?"

Mao Li told them what he had found, and Mo Xian returned to Xiaolan and Conan lightly. Conan was looking at her eagerly, "Mosang," he tried to ask with a small face, "do you have any clues?" And Xiaolan next to her also turned her gaze away from her father curiously, looking at her quietly with a pair of clear and warm eyes.

Mo Xian whispered the information she got from Mao Li, and briefly mentioned the clues she got in each room. When Conan heard the name "Nishino Shotaro", he grabbed her sleeve with a small hand, "Sister Mo , the Nishino Shotaro you mentioned, do you have a photo?"

Mo Xian's black and white eyes turned from Conan to Xiaolan, and then back again, frowning slightly, "Conan, do you know this person? I did find the photo of Mr. Nishino and Mr. Dadi from Mr. Dadi's room. If It’s not that there are two people’s names on the back of the photo, I don’t know yet, because at that time, Mr. Earth was still a baby.”

Conan jumped off the sofa all at once, and ran upstairs with his short legs. Mo Xian stretched out his hand and was not in a hurry, and finally realized Mao Li's resentment. "This child," she turned to Xiao Lan and threw a short sentence , "I'll go find him, Xiao Lan, look at Uncle Mao Li."

Xiaolan said "hmm", and Mo Xian strode towards the stairs with confidence. She remembered that when Kogoro Mori left Saeki Daichi's room, the door was unlocked. Fortunately, everyone's attention was focused on asking Lian Yang On the body of Mao Li with the big hammer in Mr.'s room, the disappearance of the two of them has not been found for the time being.

[Is there anything weird about that photo? ] On the other side of the screen, Ye Yushi, who took a screenshot and repeatedly zoomed in and researched it, casually sent it to the group, [I don't think there is anything strange. ] "Looking at this photo alone is nothing." When Mo Xian ran to Saeki Dadi's room, Conan had already taken out the photo from the place she said, looked carefully at the sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and said to himself, " But, it was such a coincidence.”

It turned out that in the case they encountered last night, a photo on the table in the deceased's room happened to be exactly the same as Nishino Shotaro. The female deceased was also named Nishino.

"I suspect," Conan said with a tight face, "this dead Ms. Nishino is the murderer's motive!"

Mao Li never told her about this clue, Mo Xian pouted her lips, she was really too young.

[Maori is unreliable,] The audience in the live broadcast room also thought of this, [Conan is much better. ] [Perhaps, Maori didn't even think that he is such a carefree martial man! ][Agree with the previous one, Mori Kogoro lacks the flash of Conan's inspiration, and it is estimated that he will not be able to remember it for a while. ] Under the comfort of the barrage, the two put the photos away and went back to the living room. Mr. Saeki’s sons and daughters were divided into two factions and arguing. Xian paused as she went downstairs, and asked Conan, "Did the housekeeper say something when the power went out just now? Is it the reason for the circuit tripping?"

"Mr. Steward said that this is very common," Conan told her affirmatively, "Because it is too far from the land, and there will be storms at sea, the island often has power cuts, and generators are mostly used to generate electricity at night. However, he went to After checking the basement, they came up and said that someone had poked a hole in the barrel containing diesel oil, and all the oil had leaked out.”

The murderer was really thoughtful. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Mo Xian looked at the darkening light in the sky. The wind blew through the fir forest with teeth and claws, and the black shadow was stretched long on the ground by the slanting sunlight. It is as deep as an abyss, and it seems that if you are not careful, there will be people-eating ghosts jumping out.

Who will die in the villa tonight?

When it was getting dark on Mo Xian's side, the people in the living room disregarded the dissuasion of the Maori and the others and gradually dispersed. Some went out to enjoy the sea breeze, and some went upstairs but did not come down. The Huaguo TV on the other side of the screen The news broadcast has already started. In the penguins group in the live broadcast room, politically sensitive viewers are listening to the news while writing down something in a small notebook under the desk lamp. Before the news was broadcast for 10 minutes, he threw away the pen excitedly. Turn on the computer and report to the other people in the penguin group with ten fingers flying, "Good news, good news! According to my statistics, plus the United States tonight, five world powers have successively expressed their goodwill to us this month. !"

And the others in the penguin group are still immersed in another news that Ye Yushi just said, "I tried using 'Moxian' and 'live room id' on Weibo, WeChat and other social platforms, the broadcaster The blocking has been removed! You can find related reports! But the live broadcast platform has started to restrict registered accounts and restrict minors from logging in."

This is useless work. Ye Yushi, who is proficient in computer programs, of course knows that although Mo Xian's live broadcast room is installed on the live broadcast platform, it is open to everyone. Anyone can send bullet chats, but they will attach their real names For example, if the restrictive measures of the live broadcast platform put a lock on the door of the house openly, the small door of the room in the Moxian live broadcast room is not blocked, and the walls of the house are like paper, and it won’t take long to fool it. In the situation where Mo Xian consciously did not photograph the corpse, everyone can still hypnotize themselves as acting.

"Yes, this is our next plan," Staff Officer Chen explained to Xiao Li calmly with a tired face in the office, "It is also our long-planned plan. Once the shielding is lifted, it will immediately occupy the high ground of public opinion. Equating Mo Xian’s live broadcast room with other interview crew’s #跟见……# live broadcast room, to convince the public that this is one of the series of #见见…# live broadcast rooms, and all the content broadcasted by the anchor is completed on the set , the online drama "Live Streaming to Crack the Crime" needs to step up its promotion. As for girls who look similar to the host Mo Xian, and people who look similar to Sherlock Holmes, Letterman, Conan, etc., they must sign the highest level of non-disclosure agreement. Before I order It is never allowed to be exposed to the eyes of the media. Our purpose is to convince the audience that this so-called live broadcast room that can be traversed is just a promotional strategy of a drama!"

"Don't listen to rumors, don't believe in rumors, don't fabricate rumors, don't spread rumors," Yan Li read this warning that caught up with Weibo topic list overnight, "Be a 'good netizen in Huaguo'."

The corners of his lips slightly raised an arc. At this moment, he seemed to have lost the disguise of an otaku, revealing his true expression as a mystery novelist.

Paper can never contain fire.

As soon as Mo Xian's blocking was lifted, more than 5000 curious viewers suddenly flooded into the live broadcast room. It is said that they were recommended by the game anchor "Xue You" on the top Weibo at the first time. Erase his middle school spirit, but secretly add obstacles to his superiors like a rebellious psychology. Of course, there is nothing he can do now.

After learning that they could recommend this magical live broadcast room on major social platforms, the audience informed the three aunts and eight aunts one after another, #旅主谢荣# This topic has been rising steadily on the 24-hour hot search list, and soon, The number of viewers in the live broadcast room exceeded the usual average level, reaching 31, and it continued to rise.These new viewers are full of curiosity and can't wait to poke into this live broadcast room, watching the daily life of the broadcaster, making exclamation sounds from time to time, occupying all the bullet screens and public screens, senior viewers and antis have to temporarily Backing down, complaining in their respective groups in a funny and sympathetic manner, as if seeing themselves back then.

[Wow!This living room!This villa!So luxurious!It's just that the sun is going down, why haven't you turned on the lights yet? ] [This little actor is so cute!Hey, why do I feel a little familiar? ] [It's Conan's dress!The costumes and props are restored by God! ]

[The broadcaster turns on the light. ]

[Don't rush!What if the director wants to shoot night scenes! ]

[Actually, it's just because of a power outage...]

In this lively scene, Mo Xian, who didn't know what happened in the live broadcast room, helped the housekeeper bring a plate of tuna sushi, set the plate, and looked around at Saeki while lighting candles under the faint light of the dark blue sky family--

She realized what happened in the villa almost at the same time as Conan.

"Uncle Mao Li," Mo Xian held a candle in his hand, the orange candle light flickered, and the wax dripped onto the dining table, slowly solidifying.

"Mr. Daichi Saeki," she took a deep breath, "where did you go?"