Man in the Three-Body Problem: After facing the wall, I founded the Reception Society!

"Um, Lord, it sounds like this Lu Murphy is very powerful, but how does he fight?"

A genetic warrior raised his own question.

Su Ze pondered for a while, then slowly said: "Perhaps I can answer your questions with a story."

Then he began to tell the story about Lu Murphy.

……

Amidst loud bangs, Thor wielded the hammer of Thor, which contained infinite power. Every swing was accompanied by deafening thunder, as if the sky changed color.

The thunder raged like a giant dragon, covering the endless mountains around. In a flash, most of the peaks were ruthlessly cut off, and gravel flew everywhere, and dust covered the sky.

On the ground, Lu Mofei stood extremely steadily. His deep eyes seemed to be able to see through all illusions. Even when facing such a devastating scene, his face remained as calm as water, with even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

He gently adjusted the black hat on his head to make sure it fit perfectly, and then said to Saul in an unquestionable tone: "Mr. Saul, before deciding the winner, why don't you experience a unique performance with me first?

Perhaps, that will be a wonderful experience you have never had before."

Upon hearing this, Thor frowned slightly, and a hint of confusion and curiosity flashed in his eyes.

However, just as he tried to inquire further, an inexplicable force quietly invaded his consciousness, slowly drawing him in like a gentle whirlpool.

In an instant, his figure gradually became blurred in the roar of thunder, and finally disappeared in the astonished gazes of the crowd and the flying dust.

At the same time, Lu Mofei's figure slowly merged into the surrounding darkness, leaving only a deep back, which seemed particularly mysterious in the interweaving of night and thunder.

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Mr. Lu Murphy, a scholar who has been searching for the light of wisdom in the quietness of the night for many years, his morning time is always wrapped in a layer of light laziness, as if the depth of the night is still lingering around him.

At this moment, he was sitting leisurely beside the dining table in the morning light. A carefully prepared breakfast was placed on the table. Every bite of food seemed to awaken his dormant senses, making this late morning full of ritual.

And I, Oakley, as the guardian of this quiet morning, hold tightly in my hand a treasure left behind by a mysterious visitor last night - a walking stick. It lies quietly on the soft and warm carpet beside the fireplace, as if it were a mark left by time.

This crutch is not only a walking aid, but also the crystallization of the craftsman's painstaking efforts. Its material comes from the betel nut wood unique to the remote and mysterious land of Penang. The wood is hard and warm, revealing an unspoken nobility and elegance.

Every detail of the cane has been carefully crafted, showing extraordinary taste and craftsmanship.

At the top, there is a naturally protruding wood knot, which seems to be skillfully carved by nature. It not only maintains the original simplicity, but also serves as a unique decoration.

Following closely behind it is a silver hoop about one inch wide and gleaming with silver light. It not only serves as a reinforcement, but is more like a halo, elevating the temperament of the entire crutch to another level.

On the silver hoop, the delicate engraving craftsmanship is fully revealed, "Dedicated to Eric Mori, Ph.D. of the Advanced Law School, from the deep friendship of friends of CUA", these words seem to be whispering, telling a friendship and glory that spans the years.

The engraving of the year "1893" makes this gift carry a heavy history and endless commemorative value, becoming a witness of time.

How could I not feel curiosity and awe in the face of such an extraordinary thing?

Just as I was immersed in the careful appreciation of this cane, Mr. Lu Murphy's slightly lazy but sharp voice broke the silence: "Hey, Oakley, what is your unique opinion on this cane?"

Although his voice was soft, it seemed to penetrate the boundaries of space and touch my heart directly.

I turned around and half-jokingly responded, "How do you know that I am immersed in this world of cane? Could it be that you really have a pair of eyes that can see through everything in the world?"

In my conversation, I tried to use humor to resolve this sudden feeling of being "snooped".

Mr. Lu Murphy smiled softly, with a hint of amusement and pride in his voice: "At least, the silver coffee pot in front of me, under the morning light, is like a mirror, clearly reflecting your every move, allowing me to see your deep attraction to this cane."

His answer not only answered my questions, but also cleverly maintained the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

Back to the point, Mr. Lu Murphy restrained his smile and asked seriously: "Oakley, since you have made such a detailed observation of the cane of this uninvited guest, can you try to draw the outline of this doctor based on what you have seen? After all, since we have not seen the visitor in person and have no idea about his purpose, this unexpected relic has become our only clue to the truth. And this cane is not only of extraordinary significance, but also contains rich information waiting for us to interpret."

I took a deep breath and tried to organize my thoughts into words: "From the material, craftsmanship and engraving of this cane, Dr. Eric Murray is undoubtedly a highly respected and knowledgeable person.

He may be a scholar with a high reputation in the legal community, but he is also a wise man who is deeply loved by his friends.

As for his character, I guess he must be a strict yet warm-hearted person who can find the perfect balance between the coldness of the law and the warmth of humanity. "

"Very insightful!" Lu Mofei's praise was like a flower blooming in spring, gorgeous and warm, his eyes flashing with sincere appreciation, "Your analysis is a perfect combination of logic and insight, it is breathtaking!"

I smiled slightly, feeling a warm current in my heart, but I did not forget to continue to delve deeper into my journey of reasoning.

"Besides, the reason why I boldly assumed that he was a doctor working quietly in the countryside was actually due to the unknown story behind the cane. You see, this cane is not only ingeniously designed, but every detail reveals the craftsman's exquisite skills. The wood used is also tough and has a warm luster. It is obviously a work of ingenuity."

"However, it is such a work of art that cannot hide the traces left by the years. The obvious wear and tear, like the whisper of time, tells the extraordinary experience of its owner. Especially at the bottom of the cane, the iron head has been worn down by countless close contacts with the ground and has almost lost its original outline. This is not only physical wear and tear, but also a testimony to his countless walks through country trails, regardless of wind or rain, just to treat patients. Such a frequency of use is rare in the hands of those comfortable doctors in the city."

Lu Mofei nodded slightly, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement. He asked, "It is indeed such a unique insight, but how did you see such a profound meaning from this slight wear and tear?"

I paused and continued, "And the exquisite carving on the cane, 'Friends of cch', is not just a pile of letters, but may be a link connecting warm memories. I dare to guess that this may be the unique logo of a hunting club, symbolizing courage, unity and friendship."

“Perhaps, on a stormy night or a sunny afternoon, our doctor friend, with his medical skills and love, relieved the pain of the club members and won their most sincere gratitude and respect. Therefore, this heavy thank-you gift - a cane engraved with friendship, became his most precious companion on the road of practicing medicine, recording every time he saved the dying and the wounded, and every time he delivered warmth.”

After listening to me, Lu Murfei patted my shoulder gently, and his tone was full of emotion: "Oakley, your growth path is like the carving on this cane. Although it has gone through hardships, it has become more profound and moving.

I am deeply gratified by your wisdom and insight. In our cooperation, you are not only the partner who silently contributes and does not ask for anything in return, but also the one who can always illuminate the fog with a unique perspective and lead us forward. "

"Please allow me to express my gratitude again. It is my great honor to have a close friend like you in my life."

In this warm and slightly mysterious afternoon, the sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains, dappling onto the seemingly ordinary walking stick that actually carries countless stories.

He took the item from me, and gently stroked every inch of the wood texture with his fingertips, as if he was having a conversation with time, savoring the traces left by the years.

During the silence of several minutes, his eyes gradually became deep, as if they could penetrate the material and see the secret behind it.

Then, he slowly put down the burnt-out cigarette in his hand, with a barely perceptible solemnity in his movements, as if he was about to reveal a mystery of the century.

"Although this cane looks plain and simple, it contains unknown secrets and wisdom." His words were gentle and magnetic, as if they could soothe people's restlessness. "Every tiny carving and every unintentional wear and tear are witnesses of its past experiences and clues to guide us in our search for the truth."

I smiled with a little confidence, secretly proud of my previous observations and inferences, but I also understood that the real answer is often hidden at a deeper level.

"Is there anything missing?" I asked in a nonchalant manner, but my heart was actually beating as fast as a drum, eager for his affirmation and praise.

However, he did not give me the direct affirmation I wanted. Instead, he said in a gentle and slightly challenging tone: "Dear Oakley, I always admire your sharpness and insight, but this time, I am afraid that most of your inferences have not touched the core of the problem.

The reason why I say that you can inspire my intelligence is that every attempt you make is like paving a ladder for me to the truth, allowing me to take a big step forward while correcting you.

But that doesn’t mean your efforts were in vain, at least that man is definitely connected to the countryside, walking, and being a doctor.”

Although I felt a little disappointed when I heard this, I quickly adjusted my mindset and prepared to listen to his more in-depth insights.

"So some of my inferences do make sense?" I asked tentatively.

He smiled and nodded, with an encouraging glint in his eyes. "Yes, from a certain perspective, your intuition does capture some key information. But what we need to do is to go beyond these superficial clues and dig deeper into the meaning and connections behind them."

I took a deep breath and tried to make my mind more open and flexible.

"But I think I'm very close to the core of the truth," I insisted.

He shook his head gently, his tone full of patience and guidance. "Oh, dear Oakley, the truth is often much more complicated than we think. Just like this walking stick, it is not just a practical tool, but also a carrier of emotions and memories. As for its donor, I tend to think it was not a member of the Hunter Society as you guessed, but a colleague in the hospital. You see, these two 'cc' prefixes are easy to associate with words like 'clinic or charity', right? Especially when we think of the famous Charing Cross Hospital in London, everything becomes clear."

I was deeply attracted by his analysis, as if I saw a new world slowly unfolding before my eyes.

"Your analysis does make sense," I exclaimed sincerely. "So, if we assume that 'cch' does refer to Charing Cross Hospital, what should we do next?"

He smiled slightly, with wisdom glittering in his eyes. "The next step is to let our imagination fly and let our thoughts soar freely in the vast world. Based on this new clue, we can imagine such a scenario: Dr. Mortimer spent the early stage of his career at Charing Cross Hospital, accumulating a wealth of medical knowledge and clinical experience. However, deep in his heart, he had a bigger dream - that is to bring the warmth and hope of medical care to remote rural areas. So, on a sunny day, he bid farewell to the familiar hospital and colleagues and embarked on a journey of independent medical practice. And this cane was specially selected and given to him by his colleagues to express their respect and blessings for him. It not only represents their friendship and reluctance, but also carries good wishes for Dr. Mortimer's future medical practice."

Having said this, he paused and looked at the cane again, as if he was having a silent conversation with it.

"So you see, Oakley, every detail has its own meaning and value. As long as we observe, think and associate carefully, we can piece together touching stories from these seemingly insignificant clues."

"Since we already know about the gift of the cane, and we have inferred that he was once an urban doctor and later traveled to the countryside to practice medicine, then it would be a reasonable inference to regard this gift as a blessing and farewell gift from his friends when he set off for the countryside, right?"

"Of course, such speculation is both heartwarming and logical. There is absolutely no problem with it." He said with a smile.