[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

"Ah Nuo... is there anyone in there?"

Mo Xian just heard this question, she was sitting on the toilet seat, her body was leaning against the wall made of white patterned tiles, the tip of her nose was lingering with a strong fragrance of rose cleaner.

The sound of small footsteps outside gradually faded away, maybe the girl couldn't wait too long and went to another bathroom to solve the problem.

The cubicle was very quiet, and chaotic memories slowly flooded into my mind, school festival, maid cafe, escape room game, Iwai-kun who died in the abandoned small building... Yes, she is back.

Glancing at the gold hands of the watch, it was still [-]:[-] in the afternoon, exactly the same time as when she left, as if the process of getting along with Mr. Mori, Xiaolan and Conan was something she imagined out of thin air.

Mo Xian shook his head violently, as if he wanted to get rid of this dangerous thought.

Let's figure out Iwai-kun's death first, Mo Xian thought, isn't that why she used the system?

She walked out of the bathroom and stood in the corridor of a teaching building diagonally opposite the lawn of the small building. The abandoned small building has been prohibited from entering. The small building is surrounded by a circle of yellow lines, which is very conspicuous in the sun. The police have withdrawn, and there are still two police officers guarding the entrance.

I need help, Mo Xian frowned and looked at the two police officers at the entrance, Mr Holmes is a consulting detective from Scotland Yard, Dr Letterman is working with Bi, Kogoro Mori is a famous detective in Tokyo, and she is just a An adult high school student, life is not a detective, she can't make people bow her head, so she needs to find someone who can take her to and from the crime scene.

Originally, she thought that her future brother-in-law, Detective Asada, could provide some help, but Detective Asada is an adult after all, and adults always have a sense of superiority towards children who are still studying: children study hard, these are adults' business, don't worry about it .Even if the fire is burning to the eyebrows, they are not in a hurry, as if they can handle everything.

What about the facts?

Thinking of Mizuno's case, Mo Xian curled the corner of his right lip and showed a mocking smile.

A fool is still a fool no matter how old he is.Even without the cover of age, a stupid and stupid adult is more disgusting than a stupid child.

Of course, people who can be admitted to the police are naturally much smarter than idiots, but their identities as adults cover their vision and fix them in the frame. Mo Xian knows with his toes that the Asada detective is absolutely impossible. Agreeing to her entering the crime scene to observe it, even if everything was removed by them now, and only the bulky furniture remained in the secret room.

Not only has the ability to enter the small building, but also needs to solve the case as soon as possible to appease the anger of the parents. Without the deep-rooted prejudice of the adults, Mo Xian can easily think of a candidate. Hard paper tickets, a little relieved.

"Mosang! So you're here!" Zhonggusan, who went to play the escape room game with her, trotted towards her from the bathroom at the other end of the corridor, with pattering footsteps, and some water splashed on the sleeve of his jacket, "Let's hurry up Go back," her eyes sparkled with excitement, as if she couldn't wait to tell the "maids" guarding the classroom.

That's right, when she said that, Mo Xian suddenly thought, "Iwai-san also chose the afternoon, she probably hasn't heard the news of her cousin's death yet."

"Yes," Zhonggu Sang sighed, "If she knew, how sad she would be."

Mo Xian couldn't see how sad Ms. Iwai would be.Back in the classroom dressed as a maid cafe, the two ordered a cappuccino and a mocha respectively. Nakatani secretly told her the news while ordering coffee. Matsushita's eyes widened and his ponytails stood on end in fright. Got up, and hurriedly informed Qiu Yuan while getting coffee, once Qiu Yuan knew, it meant that everyone in the class knew.Mo Xian held the porcelain white coffee cup base in his left hand, quietly looking at the cherry blossoms outside the window, but from the corner of his eye, he was sneaking a glance at Iwai-san, who was absent-mindedly pricking up his ears.

The corners of her lips slipped, her eyelids drooped, and she couldn't hide her sadness, but her eyebrows raised, her pupils narrowed—thanks to the "observation" fragments that were upgraded to a telescope—and she couldn't hide her fear. What made Mo Xian curious was that her fear The microexpressions are bigger than the sadness, in other words, she's more scared than sad.

What is she afraid of?Is the murderer who killed Iwai-kun also threatening her personal safety?

"Hey, have you heard? Someone died in the abandoned building!"

"Yeah, I'm still a student of Ice Emperor's school."

"very scary."

As Iwai-san's classmate, the "maids" in the maid cafe tacitly kept silent in front of her, but guests from other schools who didn't know the inside story didn't have so many taboos.

"Iwai-san," Akimoto felt pity when he saw her crumbling the tray, "Why don't you go home first? The teacher will understand you too."

"Yes, yes," the others echoed softly, "Iwai-san, we are here."

Now that everyone said so, Iwai nodded and left with his belongings from the locker at the back of the classroom. Mo Xian watched her disappear at the door of the classroom, and then he narrowed his eyes and took a sip of coffee.

Although there was a murder case in the school, the process of the school festival had to go on as usual. After returning the maid outfit in the afternoon, Mo Xian and his deskmate Matsushita went downstairs to buy dinner. At this time, the sun was not long after sunset, and the sky was covered with layers of darkness. Filter, the curved silver crescent hangs on the sky as blue as the deep sea, when the lights are on, orange and white are like small flowers, they walk between the two rows of small flowers, takoyaki, grilled squid, fried noodles... the aroma of barbecue It rushed towards the tip of her nose like an entity, and with the yelling of the booth and the noise of the crowded crowd, Mo Xian felt down-to-earth.

This is my life, my real life.

"Mosang! You must try this!" Panasonic pulled her sleeves and squeezed her head towards a small stall, "This is super! Good! Eat!"

Mo Xian followed her pace naturally, with a big smile, "Hi!"

After finishing dinner, the two of them saw that it was not too early, so they hurried towards the school auditorium. People from other schools in various school uniforms were heading in the same direction with them. Mo Xian, who had read the program list, knew that, The evening performance lasts for an hour and a half, and is screened out after signing up for classes and clubs, including kabuki, rakugo (similar to cross talk), bunraku (puppet show), musical instrument performance, chorus, etc. The first program is tennis choral songs.

"What, you said it wasn't just to make up the numbers," they found their seats under the faint white light, the middle of the fourth row was considered the best seat.Mo Xian took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the wooden seats, and couldn't help complaining, "They are all high-ranking rakugo and literary operas, but the first one to appear is singing, which is a bit embarrassing. "

"Mosang has never been to a school festival performance before." Matsushita sat down and said with a smile, pulling his twin ponytails to his chest, "It's actually very beautiful!"

Mo Xian was noncommittal. At this time, she leaned against the back of the chair and recalled the details of the Iwai case wholeheartedly. Fortunately, her memory did not deteriorate due to the extra week with Mr. Maori, and Mo Xian still remembered clearly that Take her into the secret room, what the girl looks like, and what she said.

"It usually only takes an hour to crack the secret room, at most no more than one and a half hours, but he stayed in it for more than two hours."

"If you are trapped in the secret room, press the red button, and the staff will open the door for you with the key."

"Everyone's room key will be written down in the book, and it will be crossed out when returning it. Iwai never asked for the key."

"After closing the door, unless you find out the clues of the secret room, you can't get out."

etc!Mo Xian straightened up suddenly, breathing quickly, but his eyes were amazingly bright.

She found it!The so-called hidden chamber murder case!

It's just...

"Flick bang bang," the lights in the auditorium were turned off, and she was rescued from the feverish state of her head. In the darkness, she returned to her calm state. That's right, this idea is just a guess, although It is the most logical guess, but she needs evidence, she needs to enter that secret room, she needs to find evidence to prove her idea is correct, she needs to—

"Everyone, welcome to the Ice Emperor Academy Festival..."

--Atobe Keigo.

Accompanied by his familiar voice, red rose petals were suddenly sprinkled on the venue, and the red curtain on the stage was slowly opened, revealing the figures of the contestants in tennis club costumes.

petal?Mo Xian stretched out his hand to catch a petal that was so soft that he could barely feel it, and looked up at the top of the auditorium. Strange, where did it come from?

"It's still the same," Matsushita beside him sighed with a smile, "it hasn't changed at all."

But because of the sudden cheers and screams, Mo Xian couldn't hear her words clearly.

"The... performance begins now!" When she recovered, the lights on the stage had slowly turned on, and seven or eight boys calmly sang to the accompaniment on the stage. Their singing skills were incomparable. They are not professional singers, but with nearly a thousand people watching, they are so confident, as if they are naturally suitable for the stage. In all fairness, Mo Xian can never do it by herself. She hates standing in the spotlight and being judged by others Pointing, and because of this, she was particularly envious of those people on the stage.

I don't know if it's her illusion, it seems that the eyes standing at the front of the head have drifted past her several times, but it's true, Mo Xian is sitting in the middle [spreading hands].

"I have to go out first," she said to Matsushita after the first show was over, "don't wait for me."

"Okay," Matsushita moved his legs back, "I'll see you in class tomorrow."