[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

After solving the case, Bau and his team boarded the plane back to Quantico. Because the case was easy to solve, it was only [-] pm when they arrived at the FBI headquarters, and everyone wanted to have a dinner to celebrate the joining of the new members.

"Come to my house," Rosie suggested.

Rosie is a well-known writer on criminal psychology and is considered the richest member of the bau team, so no one objected to his suggestion, and everyone agreed with a smile.

After packing up her things, Mo Xian followed them out of the elevator to the underground parking lot. She didn't have a car or a driver's license, so she got into Emily's car and drove to Rossi's villa.

"Hey, what did you gain today?" In the car, Emily asked friendlyly with her hands on the steering wheel.

Mo Xian sat on the co-pilot, fastened his seat belt obediently, turned his head and said, "Of course, your efficiency in solving cases is so high! I really hope I can keep up with your rhythm as soon as possible."

"I wasn't a member of the bau team before," Emily said while looking at the road ahead, "but as I got more involved with the case, I naturally learned more about it. Let Rhett recommend a book list for you. He is an expert in this field. "

"I will," Mo Xian replied.

Gatherings in the United States are nothing more than wine, self-help, and chatting. Hodge went home to pick up his wife and children, and the others worked together to light up the lawn outside Rossi's villa, and went to the kitchen to help the hired fat chef prepare dinner. Xian also showed off Chinese cuisine.

"Tomato scrambled eggs," under the incandescent lamp, Mo Xian fried a pot of red and yellow dishes on the kitchen stove, which she made under the guidance of the barrage chefs. The amount of salt in each spoonful is controlled by the super chefs in the live broadcast room. This is good, and it directly caused a sweet and salty dispute in the barrage——

[No sugar?It will be very sour without sugar. ]

[Tomato scrambled eggs with sugar? ? ]

[My family puts rock sugar, sour, sweet and delicious. ]

[Hehehe, come to fight, sweet party! ]

Under the discussion of the barrage, Mo Xian had no choice but to fry two portions of tomato scrambled eggs, one sweet and one salty. After it was out of the pan, she tasted it with a clean fork. The taste is not bad.

[I thought it would be completely different,] the bullet screens were joking, [After all, the eight major cuisines of Huaguo, each cuisine has a different recipe for tomato scrambled eggs. ] [Great my chefs. ][When will Momo go to Xiaodaojia to see super chefs and the dark cooking world, it will definitely be very rewarding hhhh][fried tomato scrambled eggs with the barrage, it is actually quite delicious, better than my own. ][It is also admirable that a tomato scrambled egg can make so many things. ][This is not an ordinary tomato scrambled egg, this is a tomato scrambled egg to conquer bau! ] This episode did not affect the lively atmosphere of the party in the slightest. When Hodge brought his son Jack, the atmosphere reached its climax. No one could help but want to tease the little Jack hidden behind his father's suit pants .

"His name is also Jack," Mo Xian, who was exchanging book lists with Rhett, had no feelings for children, but seeing the cute appearance of little Jack, she still smiled and said to Rhett next to her, "What a coincidence."

"There are many people named Jack," Reed replied subconsciously. The serial killer they caught today was named Jack, "and he has a pair of parents who are very affectionate."

Mo Xian disagreed with this. Her eyes fell on the feet of Hodge and his wife Haili who were talking at the side. Under the illumination of colorful lights, she could clearly see the body movements of the two. Looking at his wife, but the direction his wife's nude high-heeled toes are facing is their son Jack. From her body language towards Hodge, Mo Xian can read that the Hodge couple's feelings are far from what they seem on the surface. So good to see.

But what does that have to do with her?

After drinking the wine in his hand, Mo Xian stepped into the circle centered on Little Jack.

After the party, the guests were supposed to disperse separately, but Rossi’s villa was far away from the urban area. Emily decided to send Buddha to the west, and send Mo Xian home first. Tico's villa address, so that she will not be homeless.

There is always a feeling of insecurity in the villas in the United States. This is the case of the two-story beige villa where Mo Xian lived. Emily’s car was parked on the road. After saying goodbye to her, Mo Xian entered the villa area along the lawn path. In front of the gate of the building is a corridor lined with four white pillars. There is a section of five-level white steps between the corridor and the lawn. The night is already dark. Lighting up, she took out the key from her bag to open the wooden door, walked into the villa, turned on the incandescent lights, and in front of her was a well-decorated living room, with beige sofas, brown tea tables, and metal-colored TVs arranged on the wooden floor in an orderly manner. The large glass windows are inlaid on the wall, which looks like it will be broken when pushed, and there is no sense of security.

[It looks very unsafe,] Seeing the empty living room and the lonely Mo Xian, the audience couldn't help but worry, [What can the window block. ][The door lock looks quite simple to pick, it's just a wooden door, it's too shabby, we all have big iron doors. ][Isn't there a security system in the United States? ] [The security system is actually very easy to hack. ]

[Momo pay attention to safety. ]

After Mo Xian checked that the windows and doors and the security system were all locked, she walked up the stairs to the bedroom on the second floor. She didn't turn off the live broadcast until she went to bed after washing.

Without the chattering barrage from the audience, Mo Xian's surroundings suddenly became much cleaner. Lying on the bed alone, looking at the ceiling, she suddenly felt a little lonely.

She thought of her sister, her parents, Mr. Holmes, Dr. Letterman, Conan and Xiaolan.

miss him.

In her own world, she lived with her sister; in the Victorian era, she lived with Mr. Holmes; she studied with Dr. Letterman, and she lived in a bustling urban area; she solved cases with Mori Kogoro, and slept with Xiaolan On the bed, this was the first time for her to sleep alone in a villa with no sound around her.

Seemingly aware of her anxiety, she suddenly remembered that she had a gun license, and even hid a semi-automatic pistol and 20 rounds of magazines in the bedside table - this is of course the system's credit, but Mo Xian can't take care of that Too many, she lit the bedside lamp, took out the cold pistol from the cabinet, studied for a while how to load the bullet, put the bullet in smoothly, and put it under the pillow, even though she could not shoot at all, At this time, I have decided to ask the bau members for advice.

"System," Mo Xian's uneasy heart gradually calmed down as she rested her pistol on her head, and she called out in her mind, "Have I got Bau's approval?"

"Yes," the electronic voice of the system sounded in time, "After the party, the bau members basically recognized you, and you can redeem [Profile] skills, but it's just an empty shell at the moment."

Mo Xian, who has gone through so many worlds, knows that the so-called skills can only be said to increase the success rate rather than help her succeed. If she wants to use the profiling ability proficiently in her own world, she needs to accumulate as much experience as possible to fill this empty shell , but Mo Xian still exchanged the profiling skills, which is better than nothing.

At this moment, she could finally sleep peacefully.

In the following days, Mo Xian was very busy. The bau team had cases every day, and flew from Quantico to every corner of the United States every day. Almost every case was a serial killer. Public security was deeply suspicious, so despite her busy daily experience, Mo Xian still took time out to go to the fbi shooting range to practice guns. With the guidance of fbi expatriate members and the observation function of the telescope version, her skill proficiency soared. Surpassed Rhett, who is also a shooting waste-it's an unfortunate fact, but I can't help but laugh when I see Rhett's drooping shoulders.

In this way, the days passed day by day. On this day, when Mo Xian returned to the villa in the dark as usual, opened the door and turned on the light, a barrage slipped past her vision in panic.

[etc!wrong! ] Chen Yi, who has hypermemory, found the layout of the house when Mo Xian went out this morning like searching a computer disk in her mind. Compared with the current living room and dining room, she took a deep breath, calmly typed and sent the barrage, [ The cup on the coffee table in the living room moved two centimeters to the right, and the water level inside dropped one centimeter. ] [The cushion pattern on the sofa is tilted about ten degrees to the right. ][The beige carpet under the sofa, coordinates (15, 20), centimeters, stained with a little gray and soil particles. ][The Brazilian wood flowerpot is installed at the stairway, rotated fifteen degrees outward, and moved one centimeter in that direction, the third branch of the Brazilian wood from bottom to top was turned thirty degrees by the external force. ] The audience in the live broadcast room stared dumbfounded at Chen Yi listing details they had never noticed one by one, [Great God!Knees for you! ][It can be seen by only one or two centimeters, it is like playing with computer printed photos to find fault. ] [Labor and management have rubbed their eyes, but still can't see anything. ][Oh My God!Do you want to be so spicy! ]

[This memory ability, go to the strongest brain, dear! ]

[According to the memory god,] Yan Li reacted quickly, [It can be guessed that someone walked into the room cautiously, sat on the sofa, drank some water, accidentally rubbed ashes on the carpet, and then walked through the stairs Go up, yes, and maybe trip over brazil wood. ] [In this way,] Han Jiangxue followed the other party's rhythm keenly, [The intruder is still in the house? ] And Mo Xian had already pulled out his pistol and loaded it silently.