[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

"You ask questions, I'll observe," Letterman said outside the door, holding a file in his hand and waving it at Mo Xian.

"But I don't know what to ask." Mo Xian hurriedly hugged the thin folder that was stuffed in with one hand, and grabbed his sleeve in a panic with the other, "You have to tell me."

"Didn't you watch the interrogation video many times?" Letterman pulled back his sleeves mercilessly, leaned against the door, and patted her on the shoulder, "I believe you." Then he grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open, Go into the interrogation room.

Mo Xian hugged the folder in a daze, only to feel a gust of autumn wind and fallen leaves blowing by, making her face full of arrogance.She glanced at the barrage instead, watching in despair as the audience enthusiastically discussed the scope of practical application of psychological profiling, without offering any idea of ​​helping - in fact, micro-expression lie detection is extremely useful in their real life. It can't be used as evidence to solve a criminal investigation case, it can only serve as a breakthrough, and ordinary audiences can't make any useful suggestions.

As for professionals from various organizations, they are still testing the character and ability of the broadcaster, and it is not an important hurdle that is life-threatening, so for a while, when Mo Xian needs help the most, everyone can only comfort in general, [ Come on broadcaster. ][you can!you can do it!Damn it! ] [By the way, the broadcaster, don't forget your basic deductive method. ]

[Basic deduction in front of Letterman?You must be kidding me. ] [Actually, the basic deduction method can be used as a supplement to the lie recognition technique,] Han Jiangxue, who reads many mystery novels, typed subconsciously, [But this is just a suggestion, you can refer to it. ] [The most important thing is not to forget to establish a baseline,] Yan Li, a speculative novelist, reminded from another angle, [Videos are videos, real people may be different, anyway, broadcasters, come on. ] Seeing this, Mo Xian rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then took a deep breath and stepped into the cold interrogation room.On the opposite side of the table, Eric's father crossed his arms and stared fixedly at the thin tabletop. He didn't look up at the other side until Letterman pushed the door open. His expression remained unchanged.

Indeed, after using the observation fragments, Mo Xian was able to confirm that he was not very interested in girls aged one or two. Maternal brilliant wife, but his wife had an affair, which is enough to prove that their emotional life is not harmonious, and it seems that he doesn't like gentle women.

"Hello," Mo Xian greeted, glanced at Letterman who was spread out on the chair, sighed helplessly in his heart, and sat upright on the chair next to Letterman with the file bag in his arms. Stimulated by the cold touch, he adjusted his sitting posture slightly, put on a professional smile that he learned from his sister, and looked up and down the mayoral candidate covertly, pointing to the man sitting next to him in an indecent posture, "This This is Dr. Letterman, and I am his assistant, Mo Xian, and I would like to ask you a few questions next."

[Good performance,] The audience in the live broadcast gave her likes, [I was almost bluffed by the broadcaster. ] [Almost bluffed + 1] [Judging from the broadcaster's age, he performed very well. ]

[Politicians are really good at hiding expressions [crying and crying],] The audience who tried to guess the story behind Eric's father lost interest, [The body movements have not changed at all, and the micro-expression can't be seen, I feel that I am already a useless cat. ] [We just quietly watched the master Letterman lead the broadcaster to pretend to be the broadcaster, and we were not happy. ] After a while of barrage swiping, Mo Xian asked his name, birthday, what year he was running for, and what position he was running for, and felt that the baseline questions were almost covered, so she took out a few from the file bag The photos of the victims were placed in front of him one by one. The mayor candidate in suits and leather shoes first glanced at the photos with hesitation, looked down, and then turned away—the expression of shame, which Mo Xian remembered clearly.

"You killed them," Mo Xian pushed the photo closer to him, and calmly stated the documents he saw in the file, "You stripped their clothes and stabbed them on their backs, just because Their birthdays correspond to the twelve constellations."

"I don't know," his dark eyebrows raised slightly, "I only know that they are all classmates of Eric's club, and that's why you doubt him."

Eyebrows raised, he knew the answer, Mo Xian flashed a picture of the cases with raised eyebrows provided by Letterman, the suspicion in his heart became more and more serious, his eyes moved down from his face, fixed on the bow tie under his neck, this It is a bow tie with red and blue stripes. Mo Xian has seen his campaign video. His attire has always been rigid, with only dark blue and black ties.

Mo Xian remembered one of the campaign videos. He smiled at his campaign team like a spring breeze, which was far from the previous serious or passionate appearance. In addition, this bow tie was obviously not chosen by himself or the costume designer——

There are too many possibilities, indeed, he may have changed a dressmaker, or he may have picked a tie at random in the store, but Mo Xian decided to take a gamble. She reached for her phone from her pocket and called up the campaign video, Letterman There was no intention to stop her, and she was still staring at Eric's father's face.

Mo Xian adjusted the progress bar to the picture of Eric's father smiling at his campaign team from the bottom of his heart, and zoomed in on the picture until she could clearly see the face of the woman facing the candidate for mayor before turning her phone to Seeing Eric's father push over, "Who is this woman?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about," he looked straight at Mo Xian.

When lying, people look directly at the other person when they lie, because they want to know whether the other person believes their words.

"Is she your mistress?" Mo Xian asked bluntly.

He slammed on the table, made a harsh crashing sound, and raised his voice, "I want to see my lawyer."

There was a time lag between body movements and speaking loudly, and he was pretending to be angry.

Why pretend to be angry?

Because he was poked where it hurt.

However, even if something is wrong, the inquiry has to stop here. After all, the FBI has no evidence, and he is a politician with a natural advantage in his identity, so he cannot be detained for a long time.

[Basic deductive method plus lie detector technique,] On the other side, the knowledgeable viewers guessed Mo Xian's hole cards and basis, [The broadcaster really knows everything. ] [Looking confused, can anyone tell me what happened? ] "First of all," Mo Xian stood up with Letterman and watched the mayoral candidate leave, and quickly explained in the live broadcast room with consciousness, "He knows the murderer, but he doesn't say it. He came to the fbi, probably to test the police Know how much. Secondly, he has a mistress, I think it should be part of his campaign team, maybe an assistant or something," she bent down to pick up the phone that Eric's father swung under the table, and the consciousness let the live ball Recorded the picture on the mobile phone, "His mistress is sexy and charming, which is very different from the victim group-female college students, so I guess he is not the murderer."

Eric and his father also know the identity of the murderer, but they are not the murderer. The murderer should be someone who has a certain connection with them. When Mo Xian informed Letterman and Gillian on the other side of the single-sided glass about this guess , he also nodded in agreement, "You are doing well."

"Thank you," Mo Xian froze for a moment, then smiled, "It scared me to death."

"Don't underestimate your ability too much," Letterman said without turning his head, resting his chin on one hand, sliding the mouse to check the recorded video, "Sometimes you need to get out of your comfort zone in order to surpass yourself."

"Maybe you're right," Mo Xian recalled the experiences of these days. She was really nervous at the beginning of reasoning and face reading, but later, she gradually adapted and became more comfortable, "Maybe I should try again. .”

"Eric's case will take some time. We can't just tell the FBI that neither of their two suspects is the murderer. We need time to find more clues," Gillian smiled as she tidied up the equipment on the table Encouragingly, "Torres and Rocker — our employees — have their case done and are on their way here, and they've got another case," Gillian said, reaching for her phone, " It was the example from the last fbi lecture, the taxi driver Neil, Letterman thinks he is suspicious, I think you would like to follow up this case with Torres and the others? If there is any progress on Eric's side, I will let you know your."

Isn't the taxi driver Neil the same taxi driver who is going to sue her?Mo Xian looked at Gillian with a soft smile on her face in disbelief, then at Letterman who was concentrating on watching the video, and finally nodded, "Yes, I would."

Torres—the face-reading genius mentioned by Letterman, Mo Xian was deeply impressed by this name, and he was also mentally prepared. Unexpectedly, two days later, the scene they met for the first time in the hotel turned out to be like this.

"Wow," Mo Xian, who happened to be dining with Letterman and Gillian in the restaurant, said to her bluntly, "You look great! I haven't handed over the Hua Where's my girlfriend from China!"

Mo Xian put down the knife and fork, ignored the wolf howls and ghosts in the barrage below, and replied with a half-smile, "Oh? You don't look like you've ever had a girlfriend."

Then, she stabbed firmly, "I want to ask, have you ever had a girlfriend?"

Glancing at Locker's face, Mo Xian showed a sincere smile, "I know, no."