[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

When Han Jiangxue heard the name "Atobe-kun", her head seemed to be stuck. She seemed to be trapped in a white cloud, and her legs were so soft that she couldn't step on the ground. Her consciousness seemed to be floating above her body, watching from a high position. The body subconsciously turned on the original sound of the live broadcast room, and what came out from both sides of the notebook was the island language she was familiar with from watching countless episodes of anime.

At this moment, her soul returned to her body, and she almost rolled away from the computer, as if a Sadako would crawl out of it.Sitting on the ground, the cold touch of the tiled floor reminded her that there is nothing wrong with her. She has blond hair, moles at the corners of her eyes, coordinates island country, and the surname "Atobe". What else!

She almost screamed.

how can that be!

There are not a few people who have read the "Prince of Tennis" comics. When the name Atobe is mentioned, of course some people immediately think of this famous comic. , [Broadcaster, your male classmate, you don’t just happen to be called Atobe Keigo, right? ] It’s over, Han Jiangxue crawled back to the computer and stared at the line submerged in countless white bullet screens, and looked at Mo Xian’s face in the live broadcast room with trepidation, praying in her heart that she would not see it, but the person who knew the broadcaster very well As soon as Han Jiangxue saw the expression on her face, her heart sank, as if she would never reach the bottom, she only heard her voice with a cold smile echoing in the live broadcast room, "What? You all know Trace Bu Jingwu?"

[How could I not know each other, Keigo Atobe is the most popular anime character in "The Prince of Tennis"!Even the protagonist Echizen Ryoma can't compare! ][Speaking of which, the male classmate next to you, the broadcaster, looks very similar to Keigo Atobe in the manga, and has the same last name, haha. ] Ha ha, ha you sister!Han Jiangxue stared at the two haha ​​at the end of the barrage, wanting to cry without tears.

In Han Jiangxue's eyes, Mo Xian turned her head as if in slow motion, and asked Atobe next to her with a smile, "Hey, Mr. Atobe," she could hear the hidden anger in the voice of the broadcaster, and she quickly typed on the keyboard. A [don't...], "Do you know Echizen Ryoma?"

[……ask,]

Atobe was taken aback, Han Jiangxue's heart lifted a little bit, with a little luck, what if he didn't know him, what if this wasn't a manga?

"What? Do you know Echizen too?"

Han Jiangxue saw Mo Xian on the screen take a deep breath before the screen went completely black in the live broadcast room.

She closed her eyes, her back leaned tightly on the seat cushion, her hands were firmly grasping the armrest of the seat, and her white skin showed blue veins.

I see,

It turned out to be the case.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, and even her long breath trembled. Mr. Holmes recorded in history, Dr. Letterman with accurate polygraph detection, Conan elementary school students who met cases every day, and even Kei Atobe sitting next to her. So, my classmates, are they all characters from comics?

Their parents, friends, and all their experiences and encounters have been arranged in an orderly manner by a pair of invisible hands. She thought that these hands were called fate, but she didn't expect that their name should be the author.

What about her?

An indescribable fear suddenly surged into Mo Xian's heart.

what is she

Who is she from?

Who is arranging her fate?

Who is manipulating her life?

Are her parents, friends, and even the system that accompanied her since she was a child also endowed by which comic?

"System," she was so frightened and angry that she calmed down abnormally, "I need an explanation."

"I need an explanation." In a certain hotel in Karuizawa, when Staff Officer Chen heard the news, his temples were black and gray, and the Sichuan-shaped wrinkles between his eyebrows and eyes, which had become more profound due to too many frowns, were deeply wrinkled. To the assistant who shrank aside, he said in a deep voice, "Help me connect with a few physicists, and tell the psychologists what happened just now." He rubbed his forehead, "Get Mo Xian List the possible psychological states now, and call my staff to come over and conceal the matter of Sherlock Holmes, Dr. Letterman and Conan, I need an explanation."

Because the people brought by Staff Officer Chen are all experts and professors in their 50s and [-]s, who focus on their respective research fields and know nothing about animation and manga, so when the surname "Atobe" appeared, they didn't even He didn't react until the words of the comic "The Prince of Tennis" appeared, and he didn't realize how big a mistake he had made. However, under the panic and anger, Mo Xian suddenly closed the live broadcast room, without giving them a chance to recover, Staff Officer Chen even It is suspected that she may not continue the live broadcast.

Compared with "The Prince of Tennis", the broadcaster's continued live broadcast is the most important thing, and everything else can be put aside.What's more, the broadcaster is now in a personal crisis, in case something happens...

"Go now!" Staff Officer Chen reprimanded in a low voice when he saw the assistant who was still stunned.

After some busy work, Staff Officer Chen led the staff team and a group of experts and scholars to the meeting room temporarily requisitioned by the hotel. On the whiteboard on the wall of the meeting room, there were figures of many physicists, including the United States, the island country and other countries that reached the agreement They each occupied a corner of the whiteboard and had heated discussions in their own languages. From time to time, a few professional words popped up. Staff Chen turned his voice to the minimum and discussed with the staff team and psychologists first. Mo Xian's current state of mind.

"It's very dangerous," Professor Zhao said first, "Now the broadcaster's psychology is easy to go to extremes, and she closed the live broadcast room, it is difficult for us to judge her current emotions."

"There is a lot of hype on the Internet," said others in the staff group, "because the broadcaster has been broadcasting live for so long, the first time she closed the live broadcast room without saying anything in the middle, and she closed the front and trace department—" He saw Glancing at the information in his hand, "Kego Atobe's dialogue, fans..." He spread his hands, shrugged, and said nothing.

Yes, fans are starting to doubt life.

In the penguin group that Han Jiangxue joined, the senior fans who know the details of the live broadcast room have been reading "Fuck", "My God", "Axiba", "Ah God" and other unclear meanings since Mo Xian closed the live broadcast room. Exclamation sentence, after all, although they knew that Mo Xian lived in the world before Weibo after the Wenchuan earthquake, they never thought that she herself was in Two-dimensional, and it is no wonder that "Mo Xian has never heard of Holmes Letterman and Conan," Yan said. Li was stunned by such a big news, and was still in a daze, "She is not from our world at all, she used to live in anime."

"No wonder she looks so beautiful, and there is no trace of plastic surgery." Mia was concerned about another issue, "I just said, how could she look like that without plastic surgery."

"Gangzhen, I never thought she was a Two-dimensional person," Li Shi said lazily, "It feels like the whole world is wrong."

"It's still "Prince of Tennis", what does Prince of Tennis have to do with reasoning! How could it be Prince of Tennis!" Chen Yi, who remembered the content of every episode of "Prince of Tennis", sighed and suddenly became excited, "But think about those beautiful boys in comics, Think about Tezuka, Fuji, Shiraishi, Yukimura, ah, living in their world is so happy~”

"If she didn't close the live broadcast room, she might still be able to see it," Yan Li came back to his senses, and said with pessimistic thoughts, "I guess she doesn't want to appear in front of our eyes again."

"This is exactly what we are worried about," said the psychologist, pushing his glasses. "I think that if there is no personal threat from criminal gangs, she probably won't start the live broadcast in a short period of time, and even less so over time." Fortunately, the criminal gang helped us, now it depends on whether she is more afraid of us, or more concerned about her own safety."

"Officer Chen," the assistant who followed the progress of the physicists whispered, "The physicists seem to have reached a consensus."

The consensus among physicists is composed of all kinds of high-level professional vocabulary, which most people can't understand at all. Professor Yang, a physics expert in Huaguo, acted as a translator, "What we mean is that the behind-the-scenes force that can carry the broadcaster through is very powerful , we suspect that they can basically create a parallel universe, and the technology they use may be the latest theory of the current research, the holographic universe theory.”

"Just keep it simple!"

"It means that the universe you live in is just an illusion of human beings, a projection of a deeper universe. We artificially select comics as blueprints, and use programs—it can be explained this way—to program a universe, and this compiled universe , is actually no different from the universe of unprogrammed viewers," the electronic voice of the system said, "Think about it, how do people feel?"

See with your eyes, smell with your nose, and hear with your ears.

"No, what the eyes see is just the projection of the object onto the retina. This projection is transformed into a flow of information and transmitted to your brain, allowing you to 'see'. So, as long as you are given the same flow of information, you can See what I want you to see," the system said, "touch, smell, hear, and even the numbers of instruments, this is the universe."

"Actually, the world you live in is no different from the world the audience lives in."

Mo Xian stretched out his left hand with a dazed expression, and swung it around under his eyes. Indeed, it was still that little white hand, no matter the color or texture, it was the same as usual.

Is that right?

Mo Xian looked at Atobe who was looking out the window.

"What's wrong?" Atobe turned around as if feeling something, and asked in a soft voice, "Are you feeling unwell?"

The audience seems to say, is Atobe a character in the anime?

Will it be different?

Mo Xian reached out to his right hand, grabbed it, and felt a warm and soft touch from his fingers, which was the same as that of his sister and Conan's fingers.

Can this feeling be faked?

Mo Xian let go of his hand belatedly, but was held back by the other party. He raised his face and looked over. Atobe was looking out of the window as if nothing had happened. The golden sunlight came in from the car window, and his eyebrows and eyes were so soft.