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"hoy" In the evening of September, the sky was overcast, heavy fog filled the city, and layers of black clouds hung low in the sky.
The soot mixed with the pungent smell of sulfur in the air made Mo Xian sneeze several times.
She was standing next to the Thames River, which was as black as ink.
The Tower Bridge of London was looming in the fog, the Gothic towers cast thick black shadows, the dim street lights barely played their role, and carriages creaked from time to time.
It drove by, splashing water and mud along the way.
This is London, this is the Victorian era of the 19th century.
"It's such a bad weather," Mo Xian unconsciously said in authentic r-English pronunciation.
She took off her sunglasses and looked at a small speck of mud on her red Prada high-heeled shoes with disgust, "this is my eighteenth birthday gift from my sister. " "Don't you think the raindrops falling on you are more worthy of your concern?"
A weak electronic voice sounded in her head, "If you don't hold an umbrella, your windbreaker will not be able to keep it."
Noticing the raindrops sliding on her windbreaker, Mo Xian exclaimed, cursed and opened the big black umbrella in her hand.
After learning that her destination was London, Victoria, she specially brought an umbrella over.
Now when she saw it, it turned out to be true.
Foresight.
"Why am I speaking English now?"
Mo Xian noticed his own language, "My English pronunciation is not that standard."
"One of the functions of the system," the electronic sound of the system sounded again, "is to automatically convert the language into the local language.
What your audience will hear will be their native language.
Of course, they can also choose English.
We provide Original voice."
"Since your company is so powerful, what kind of identity have you arranged for me?"
Mo Xian casually hung his sunglasses on the collar of his windbreaker.
He grabbed the handle of the umbrella with one hand, covered his mouth and nose with a white cloth handkerchief, and stretched his hand towards the Tower Bridge.
She identified the direction with her long neck and protested nonchalantly, "Don't tell me that you are going to let me rush straight into Baker Street and say s to that detective."
She kneeled down to the railing by the river in a pretentious manner, "Trust me.
Or no, I'm from another world."
[What a clear picture.
Where is this place?]
As soon as she finished speaking, a barrage suddenly appeared on the real-time screen occupying the lower right corner of her sight.
Realizing that someone was behind her, Mo Xian restrained herself a little, put on a smile that she thought was friendly, and turned towards the invisible live broadcast device of the live broadcast ball.
But she could feel the location waving her hands enthusiastically, "Hi, welcome to my live broadcast.
I am Mo Xian.
I am now in London in the 19th century.
Next, I will visit a man named Sherlock.
Mr.
Sherlock Holmes.”
[Are you kidding me?]
The first reaction to the barrage was disbelief, [Please visit Sherlock Holmes, you really think he is a real person] Wow, Mo Xian raised her delicate eyebrows.
Apparently, this Mr.
Sherlock Holmes was quite famous, otherwise not even a random audience member would know of his existence.
The system did not lie to her.
It has been more than ten years since she got this so-called live broadcast system.
No, to be precise, the live broadcast system has been with her since she was born.
It claimed to be the latest product of a certain company and tried its best to persuade her to open a live broadcast room and marry a rich and handsome man.
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Getting to the top of your life is not a problem.
Of course, the problem is that she has been at the pinnacle of her life since she was born, and she has no intention of exposing her private life to others.
It's just that there are unforeseen circumstances, but she still takes the initiative to board the pirate ship.
It's really sad to think about it.
The audience member who thought she was teasing left, and the number on the lower right corner of the screen changed to 0 again.
The electronic voice had to remind her, "When you reach ten viewers, you can open the newcomer gift pack.
You'd better get it before you go to see the detective."
Get the newbie gift package.”
"I know, I know," she responded impatiently.
The hand holding the handkerchief fumbled around in the small satchel a few times, choking on the spicy haze, and persisted in taking out ys lipstick and a small mirror.
Holding an umbrella under her shoulders, she had both hands free to touch up her makeup carefully, "With my beauty, can't I attract ten viewers?"
Indeed, her self-confidence is justified.
Mo Xian's beauty is flamboyant and aggressive, especially when she raises her eyebrows and glares, she is particularly lively and energetic.
When seeing her, these words will appear in everyone's mind: charming , glamorous, restless, the female supporting character in TV series who likes to find trouble, the king's mistress, etc.
When she put on mature makeup and retro red lips, not many people probably recognized her as an eighteen-year-old female student in high school.
"Okay," she put her makeup tools into her bag, covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, being careful not to get the lipstick she just touched up, grabbed a big black umbrella, and stepped on her red high heels in the ticking rain, "Let's go Meet that Mr.
Holmes."
After walking along the river bank according to the map transmitted by the system for a few minutes, the number of people online in the live broadcast room changed from 0 to 2, and a barrage appeared in her field of vision impatiently, [This is the broadcaster who said she was going to see Holmes] It turned out that the audience who had just left found a friend.
[Hahaha, you must have watched too many time-travel dramas] [Great picture quality like 3D]
[Is the anchor in the imperial capital?
Why is the smog so severe?]
[Those who saw the title coming in, did the anchor meet Juan Fu?]
When Mo Xian had an idea and changed the name of the live broadcast room to #MeetSherlockHolmes#, the number of people entering the live broadcast room skyrocketed, and soon exceeded ten.
Amidst the fireworks special effects that filled the field of vision, one The big red gift bag bounced twice.
Pour out the glittering fragments and a large pile of gold and silver coins.
The fragments were marked "Observation".
When she focused her attention on the fragments, she quickly got the message "Observation": You seem to be looking at this through a magnifying glass.
The world can only be used in this world.
Following the system's suggestion, she immediately used the fragment.
A coolness flowed into her eyes, and she closed her eyes.
When she opened them again, the whole world was different, just like the difference between high-definition and ultra-high definition, although she still couldn't see too far away.
It can only be done with a telescope, but at a close distance, it can be said that every detail is visible, and she can even count how many lines there are on her own handkerchief.
Of course, she will not be bored enough to actually count.
With money, she finally no longer had to wear high heels to walk in the rain.
She stopped a passing carriage and saw the carriage driver's surprised eyes.
In the Victorian era, a young woman could not go out without an escort.
Maybe he mistakenly identified herself as , but what does it matter?
Given "Baker Street 221 "No." address, she bent down and got into the dark carriage and sat down in the yellow light of the chandeliers on both sides of the carriage.
After a moment of hesitation, she wrapped up the handkerchief that had been exposed to the air for too long and was dusty and stuffed it into her shoulder bag.
I just happened to see a large barrage, and it seemed that everyone was surprised by this address. [221 Baker Street, I heard that correctly] [Isn’t it true that there is still so much smog in London?
Doesn’t it mean that there has been no smog for a long time after the control?]
[I want to go to Baker Street, I want to see Sherlock Holmes’ house, so I’ll stay with the podcaster tonight] [Wait a minute, I'm in London now, but it's daytime] [It’s scary to think about it] [It’s scary to think about it Σ1] I don’t know if the online audience is gathering together again to call friends.
Within a few minutes, the number of people online has increased from 15 to 33, and they are still adding one by one.
During this period of time when Mo Xian accepts his identity and background, new and old audiences I was excitedly introducing this live broadcast room in the barrage.
Although the real-time live broadcast screen in the lower left corner was still dark, and the light from the two small windows did not save the darkness on the live broadcast screen, no audience left because of this.
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It was obvious that everyone was curious.
It seemed that they all knew about the so-called great detective Sherlock Holmes, and the importance of this great detective in Mo Xian's heart gradually increased.
The system said that it could not reveal the live broadcast and its own world to the detective, although it also half-believed that Mr.
Holmes might be able to see it with his sensitivity, but Mo Xian herself must not tell it, otherwise the system would take her back to itself In this world, although she used to disdain the system, now that she wants something, she naturally cannot violate its rules.
So in this industry, Mo Xian is here to learn and earn points.
According to the system, the points brought by the number of viewers and rewards can allow her to buy useful fragments like "Observation" that can be brought to the real world.
If If she could buy a "reasoning" fragment, she might be able to clear herself of murder suspicion.
Thinking of this, she braced herself and thought about her identity in this world: the daughter of a good friend of Mr.
Detective's landlord, Mrs.
Hudson.
Her mother married a Chinese, and this time she came to England with her mother's ashes.
She was provided by the system to return to her hometown for burial, and asked her landlady to temporarily rent a house on Baker Street so that she could take care of her.
She then left after finishing her work.
This identity gave her a flawless reason for her disappearance.
The carriage stopped slowly, "221 Baker Street, ma'am, two shillings and sixpence."
"Thank you," Mo Xian took out the coins from the novice gift bag from his wallet, counted two shillings and sixpence in the light of the window and held it in his hand.
He took a deep breath, and then choked on the haze.
"Ahem."
But this episode did not affect the barrages who were also looking forward to it.
[I'm a little excited.
I don't know if it's really 221 Baker Street. ] [I am in the UK and I testify that I have never seen the coins in the hands of the broadcaster, and they are definitely not the ones used now] [The smog just now didn’t look fake, the carriage didn’t look fake, and the house didn’t look like it does now.
Could it be that the broadcaster really traveled through time?]
[Maybe it’s a studio somewhere.
The haze can also be man-made. ] [Half-believing, he moved a small bench and sat down to wait. ] Seeing that so many people were looking forward to it, Mo Xian actually calmed down.
She took out a new handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose, took an umbrella in one hand, and got out of the carriage neatly.
The two-wheeled carriage stopped at a four-story building.
In the gloomy haze and drizzle, the 221b printed on the semicircular window above the door stood out against the warm orange light in the room.
"What the hell is this?"
Xue You wailed, but had to brace himself to think about what to do next.
Although some viewers went straight to #MeetSherlockHolmes# to see what was going on, there were more They were pulled over by other spectators, and the number of onlookers was increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The degree jumped to 250,000.
Xue You can understand.
He is also a celebrity in the live broadcast circle.
When it comes to game events, he can take advantage of the popularity and become popular on Weibo.
He suddenly saves a life.
Compared with the unpopular niche, #MeetSherlockHolmes#, his live broadcast room naturally attracted more attention and became more famous.
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