On the live stream, I committed the perfect crime

"So what's his goal? Did he come all the way to participate in the show just to beat Raymond Lam in front of such a huge audience?"

"Don't tell me, it's really possible. After all, this Miyamoto Ichiro has neither money nor fame. He might be doing this just to step on Lin Feng!"

"Although this statement is a bit far-fetched, I can accept it. After all, Lin Feng can be really infuriating sometimes!"

"Oh! Let's not talk about this for now, let's go check on Miyamoto Ichiro! Lin Feng has already made his move, so he won't start to play badly too, right?"

As a result, netizens flocked into Ichiro Miyamoto's live broadcast room like a swarm of bees.

Indeed, as everyone guessed, Miyamoto Ichiro was not idle at this time. Instead, he was sitting on the bed in the hotel fiddling with his mobile phone. At this time, what came out of the mobile phone speaker was the words that Tang Tang revealed her true feelings in the hotel yesterday!

"Fuck, this kid is really no good!"

"What should I do now? Isn't my Tang Tang going to lose?"

"Hehe - who made him stand against my brother? It's normal for him to lose!"

"These lackeys are showing up again! Damn it, do you dare to come over and fight? My forty-meter-long sword has been thirsting for a long time!"

The barrage of comments from the crowd was soon interrupted by a rapid knock on the door. Netizens quickly cleared the public screen and found that Ichiro Miyamoto opened the door with some suspicion, but unexpectedly saw a courier boy.

He couldn't help but be stunned, and asked in confusion: "I haven't bought anything recently?"

The quick guy shrugged and took out a document bag: "This is the express delivery sent to you by the local people!"

After taking the documents, Ichiro Miyamoto closed the door, then walked to the bed with a frown and carefully opened the file bag.

Open the document, flatten it, and place it on the desk.

This is a document similar to an appraisal report. Most of the viewers in the live broadcast room cannot understand it, but everyone recognizes the Chinese characters written in red notes on it!

"I know you did it!"

In an instant, the live broadcast room and major social media software all exploded.

"What the hell, what does this mean? And what the hell is that piece of paper?"

"That's right, is there anyone who can explain it to us?"

"Although I don't know what it is, I know that the document must be very important, otherwise, Miyamoto Ichiro's face wouldn't have turned so ugly!"

Before the discussion was over, it was interrupted by a muffled bang.

Netizens quickly cleared their screens, only to discover that it was Ichiro Miyamoto who had slammed his fist on the desk and shouted through gritted teeth, "How could there be no sedatives? What the hell is going on?"

In an instant, the netizens who had been following the live broadcast suddenly lost their composure.

Just as they were jumping up and down, a well-known V with a certified neurologist suddenly posted a comment: "That document is Zhang Dachui's death report. By zooming in, we can see that his internal indicators are all normal. There seems to be no sign of sedative overdose!"

However, Ichiro Miyamoto was Ichiro Miyamoto after all. After taking a few deep breaths, he calmed down.

After a brief pause, he tore the document in half and stuffed the upper half with the words "I know you did it" into the document bag.

Then he began to fiddle with his phone seriously.

A short while later, someone called: "Yes, that's right, I need to send a document. I'm in a hurry, please come pick it up as soon as possible. I can give you an extra 20 yuan tip."

After he sent the document away, the audience, who had been watching him nervously, became excited again: "What's going on? Why did he send the document back?"

"I think he sent the document to someone else. It seems he's setting a trap for them!"

……

Just as the netizens in the live broadcast room were discussing lively, a comment quickly attracted everyone's attention: "Stop arguing, that guy is out."

Watching Ichiro Miyamoto walk into a bathroom, all the viewers in front of the live broadcast room couldn't help but roll their eyes: "What the hell is this? It's already this late, why is he still thinking about taking a shower?"

"I felt that he was not taking a shower, but was trying to get out. After all, his camera would be automatically turned off after entering the bathroom."

……

As expected, after the last barrage was sent out, Ichiro Miyamoto’s live broadcast room instantly went dark.

As a last resort, these abandoned viewers can only go to other guests' live broadcast rooms.

Especially when a hot search appeared on Weibo, these netizens were excited again.

"Tang Tang received a delivery from Miyamoto Ichiro."

Almost in an instant, they rushed into Tang Tang's live broadcast room.

Looking at the familiar half of the document, almost everyone was stunned.

"No, I feel like I'm running out of brain cells. What's the point of Miyamoto Ichiro sending this appraisal report to Tang Tang?"

"Should I say it or not, why do I feel a bit like when Lin Feng teased me?"

"This Miyamoto Ichiro is actually quite good. Even if he's not as good as Lin Feng, he's not much behind."

"Okay, let's stop discussing this. Tang Tang is on the phone. Guess who he's calling?"

……

After everyone cleared all the comments on the public screen, they discovered that Tang Tang was holding the phone, waiting anxiously.

However, she continued doing this for more than ten minutes and the call was not connected.

Time passed minute by minute, and Tang Tang's patience was lost a little. Finally, she simply threw the phone aside and fell down on the bed.

No doubt, she also decided to lie down.

It was not until this time that the audience in the live broadcast room realized through the lit screen that his call was actually to Ichiro Miyamoto.

Everyone was stunned at first, but soon felt relieved.

"After all, Miyamoto Ichiro is the only person she can confide in. What's more, Miyamoto Ichiro promised not to tell the detectives or her family about this."

"It must be said that our goddess is still a little too naive. If she knew that this half of the autopsy report was sent to her by Miyamoto Ichiro, I wonder what he would think?"

Time flies and it is the second day.

Tang Tang was awakened by a sudden ring of the phone.

After hanging up the phone, she immediately took the half of the appraisal report and left home.

As her car sped along, the audience in the live broadcast room all clenched their fists.

I don’t know how long it took, but the car slowly stopped, the door opened, and a familiar figure came in.