[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

The road to truth is harsh and dangerous.

—Milton.

When Ye Yushi came to visit, Lu Fanxuan was eating barbecue with relish in the empty home, while staring at the close-up of the charred bones on the computer screen. The investigation team had just finished identifying the corpses in the dismemberment case. He had given the coroners a day off, so when the doorbell rang, he wasn't too happy.

"What's the matter?" He pressed the space bar, paused the screen, came out of the bedroom with his slippers on, and opened the door for his own hair. Unexpectedly, Ye Yushi rushed directly to his room, which made Lu Fanxuan very upset. Puzzled, he followed and shouted, "Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

Although Lu Fanxuan is a forensic doctor with a seemingly low salary, his family has a small income and owns three houses in the imperial capital where every inch of land is expensive. It is big and decorated in a minimalist style of black, white and gray. Seeing Ye Yushi rushing in without changing his shoes, Lu Fanxuan suddenly felt sorry for the marble floor with a few gray footprints on it, "Change your shoes. you!"

After hearing this, Ye Yushi obediently kicked off his leather shoes at the door of his room, stepped on his socks and went straight to the computer, picked up a small USB flash drive and plugged it into the computer, "Check this out for me."

When Lu Fanxuan entered the room, a screen popped up on the computer. He glanced at it indifferently, then glanced at it again, his expression became serious, "This is..."

"You were not here yesterday." Ye Yushi twisted his fingers, moved his knuckles, and danced his fingers on the black keyboard. "Penguin is not online, and I didn't reply to the message. I can only come to you directly." After swiping the computer, he opened the cached video of #MeetSherlockHolmes#, and he skillfully dragged the progress bar to the location where the corpse was found, "Can you identify the corpse through a layer of screen?"

"What the hell do you think I'm a god?" Lu Fanxuan was about to be laughed out of anger. He snatched back the white mouse and rolled the mouse wheel to carefully check the high-resolution picture enlarged by Ye Yushi. He took out a notebook from the shelf next to the computer—it is a good habit of forensic doctors to record at any time. While writing down, he said to himself, "There are obvious finger marks on the neck, and there is congestion under the skin. The death should be caused by mechanical asphyxiation. , the corpse is fresh, the muscles are loose, no corpse spots appear, and the time of death should be within one hour."

"Within an hour? Are you sure?" Ye Yushi seemed to think of something, and his face immediately became ugly.

Lu Fanxuan glared at him, as if blaming him for disrupting his thoughts, "Of course I'm sure, there will be corpse spots and rigor in an hour. I can't see rigor, so why not corpus spots? Huh? This What is it?" He asked Ye Yushi to continue to zoom in on the picture until the pinch marks took up the entire screen, and then he noticed a long and deeper mark from the dark red pinch marks, and Ye Yushi immediately remembered Holmes' reasoning , "This is... an engagement ring."

"Engagement ring? Why not a wedding ring? How did you tell?" Lu Fanxuan was a little surprised, as if he had discovered that his hair was so discerning for the first time.

How did Ye Yushi know how Holmes saw it? He cleared his throat with a "cough cough" and changed the subject, "Is there anything else?"

"I'm not a god!" Lu Fanxuan sat down on the computer chair next to him, and lazily closed his notebook, "Seeing so much is already the limit, unless I see the corpse and dissect it myself, I can get more. More information, where did this case happen? Was it discovered yesterday? Why didn’t the captain ask me to identify the cause of death?”

Ye Yushi glanced at him with a strange expression, stretched out his index finger to stop on the name in the upper left corner of the video#跟见奇纳波尔瑞斯#写编视频.

"Fuck?" Lu Fanxuan jumped up from the seat in surprise, "Live broadcast? Are you kidding me?"

"Fuck! Bashan, you are very six!" In the penguin group organized by the audience in the live broadcast room #跟维维克洛克斯#, Ye Yushi used the alias "Bashan" to share his speculation with Lu Fanxuan in the group, and the group was full of There were more than 300 people who saw the information he shared and were blown out, "Bashan is so good! The folks are indeed hidden dragons and crouching tigers!"

"Is Bashan a forensic doctor?"

"In our group, there are history graduate students, London students, geographers, mystery novelists, and forensic doctors.

"I'm not a forensic doctor," Ba Shan--Ye Yushi clarified helplessly in the group, "The forensic doctor is my friend, he is also in the group, called Liang'an Kuo, but he doesn't like to talk very much, forensic doctor, you know, I It's a hacker." The identity of a criminal policeman will cause panic, so it's better not to expose it, but what Ye Yushi didn't expect was that the identity of a hacker would create a stronger deterrent on the Internet than a criminal policeman. People dare to speak, until he sends a [drop sweat] emoji, no one bubbles up in the group.

"666 six!"

"Bashan is a hacker? A legendary hacker? I have opened my eyes today."

"Suddenly feel that I can't do anything【Goodbye】"

"If Bashan is a hacker, you must have checked the IP of the live broadcast room, right? How about it? Did you find it?" As soon as this news came out, everyone's attention was diverted, "That's right! The hacker, you found it Is it IP?"

"I'm a programmer, and with my little technology, I can't find out."

"Let me tell you quietly, I am a technician of the Jinjiang live broadcast platform. I checked it secretly, but I couldn't find it."

"The [Stunned] group is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."

"No," Ye Yushi discussed with Lu Fanxuan for a while, and decided to reveal a little insider information. Anyway, judging from the trend in the group, sooner or later someone will find something wrong with the IP, and if they bring it up now, they can establish themselves and Lu Fanxuan's status in the group - it is better for this group to be controlled by the official, "I and a few hacker friends have not found the IP, it seems that the Jinjiang live broadcast platform is just an empty shell, a genius hacker friend of mine It's a bit funny to think that the program in this live broadcast room is written by a complex computer language, and he believes that this language is at least 200 years ahead of the current computer technology, which is still a small amount."

"Amazing my brother!"

"Are you kidding me?"

"I seem to have witnessed history, my little heart can't take it anymore!"

"Wait! I'm a little slow to react. You mean, this is future technology?"

"Maybe it's alien technology, or maybe it's [a dazed face]."

"Anyway, it's not at the current level of human beings. Thinking about it, I'm a little excited."

"I was in a state of extreme surprise and calm [I seemed to hear something terrible]."

In the bombardment of news, everyone said that I should be quiet, and the group owner, who is usually not bubbling, specially set up an administrator for Ye Yushi, and said in the group, "Please share your expertise The aspect is added at the beginning of the group business card, and the format is as follows: major + name." Then he set this message as a group announcement, and on his group business card, he noted "management + group owner", indicating that he is best at management, so that A manager can be regarded as a professional counterpart when he is the group leader.

After hearing this, everyone excitedly changed their group name cards to the corresponding format. After a cursory look, more than 300 people in the group actually had their own special skills. Ye Yushi even saw a person whose initials were actually Remarking "Killer + Big K" made him frown.

Good skill is killing?

real or fake?Do you want to check it out?Ye Yushi's fingers moved unconsciously.

"Am I the only one who cares about the time of death of the deceased?" In the midst of the heated name change campaign, this message is particularly conspicuous. "The time of death of the deceased is within an hour. Do you know what it means?"

The person who sent this message started with "mathematics", and he continued to say in the group, "I'm more sensitive to numbers. I started comparing my time since the broadcast started yesterday - East Eighth District, and found that the broadcaster's time is earlier than ours. For one hour, I recorded my time every time the broadcaster performed a certain behavior. Correspondingly, I found that the broadcaster arrived home at [-]:[-] and found the body at [-]:[-], and the time of death estimated by Bashan was from the discovery It started with the corpse, do you know what that means?"

"This means," Sitting on the warm red sofa opposite Holmes, Mo Xian's hand holding the teacup trembled. The barrier between her and the world seemed to be broken by the cold corpse, which made her truly shudder. "That means, when I got home, the landlord was alive."

Holmes' gray eyes looked at her with pity. Under such sympathetic and warm gaze, Mo Xian took a deep breath and said the following sentence, "The landlady has a close relationship with the murderer, which also means that maybe we When we got home, the murderer was also at home."

Holmes lifted the teapot and poured it into the empty teacup in Mo Xian's hand.

"It also means..."

"The murderer may have targeted the broadcaster," a person in the group wrote "Mystery Novelist" at the beginning, "because judging from his method of killing—choking to death is a murder of passion—he is a A person who is impulsive and has no brains—does not deal with the crime scene—the broadcaster passed him by, which is enough to make him fearful, and he has already killed a person himself, so his courage is doubled..."

"Thanks Holmes!"

"It turned out that the broadcaster had a brush with death without us knowing it."

"I sympathize with the broadcaster, live broadcasting is also a dangerous job."

"Fortunately, there is Sherlock Holmes escorting me!"

"Thank you," Mo Xian clasped the warm teacup with both hands, thanking him sincerely, "Mr. Holmes."