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

In the gentle light of the early morning, the outline of the station gradually became clear, as if gently covered by a layer of light golden veil. Sir Jack, the elegant nobleman with firmness and wisdom in his eyes.

And Dr. James, a scholar with a gentle face and endless love for medicine in his eyes, had already stood side by side on the platform, waiting for O'Leary's arrival.

Their figures appear particularly solemn and expectant in the gentle breeze.

As O'Leary's figure slowly stepped into the picture, Lu Murphy, the wise man who always carries a bit of mystery and care, personally sent him to the starting point of this journey full of unknowns and challenges.

His words, as gentle and delicate as the drizzle in spring, gently fell on Olier's heart: "Ol'er, although I cannot point out a clear path for you, I implore you to carefully and thoroughly record everything you see and hear on your journey, all the bits and pieces that are closely related to this intricate case.

Because even the smallest details can be the key to solving a mystery.”

When O'Leary heard this, a hint of doubt flashed across his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination: "Mr. Lu Murphy, I understand what you mean.

Whether it is the subtle and complex network of relationships between Sir Jack and his neighbors, or those trivial discoveries that may be meaningless in the eyes of ordinary people, I will spare no effort to collect and record them.

I believe that behind every detail, there are unknown fragments of truth. "

Seeing this, Lu Mofei nodded with satisfaction, his eyes full of trust and encouragement: "That's right, O'Leary.

Your attentiveness and keenness will surely help you stand out in this contest of wisdom and courage.

But remember, in addition to wisdom, safety is equally important.

Do you know that this journey may be full of thorns and dangers? "

Olier smiled slightly, and confidently lifted a corner of his shirt, revealing the revolver that was as black as ink and exuded a cold metallic luster: "Don't worry, Mr. Lu Murphy.

I knew this trip was extraordinary, and I had already made all the necessary preparations. This pistol was not only my means of self-defense, but also the source of my courage to move forward in the dark.

I will always be vigilant and not let any unexpected events become stumbling blocks that hinder my progress.”

Lu Mofei looked at O'Leary's determined eyes, and a warm current surged in his heart. He patted O'Leary's shoulder gently and said earnestly: "Good job, O'Leary.

Remember, no matter what difficulties and challenges you encounter, you must remain calm and resilient. "

As the last farewell glances on the platform gradually blurred, O'Neill stepped into the first-class carriage of the train, his heart filled with anticipation for an unknown journey and a subtle sense of sadness.

He gently placed his luggage next to the spacious and elegant seat, and when he turned around, he happened to meet Dr. James' gentle smile.

"Hey, friend, you almost missed the train to the mysterious place." Dr. James raised his wrist half-jokingly, his eyes sweeping across the exquisite surface of the pocket watch. The slightly upturned corners of his mouth revealed a little teasing to O'Neill, but also a hint of concern.

Olier smiled and shook his head, explaining, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. But before I left, Mr. Lu Murphy gave me some important instructions, asking us to be careful and record all the details that might be related to the case. As we chatted, time flew by."

As the train slowly started, the heavy and long whistle sound echoed in the air, as if it was nature's blessing and warning for this journey.

O'Leary gently leaned his head out, looked through the half-open window, and his eyes passed through the gradually receding platform until they stopped on Lu Mofei's still tall figure.

He stood there like a guardian lighthouse, and with his silent and firm gaze, he gave them the most sincere blessings and protection as they were about to set sail.

"I hope this is a journey full of wisdom and courage, and I hope we can all return safely." O'Neill prayed silently in his heart. His awe of the unknown and his desire for the truth were intertwined, becoming his inexhaustible driving force to move forward.

Inside the carriage, as the train moved smoothly, the atmosphere between Oriel, Sir Jack and Dr. James became more and more harmonious.

They either talked about their past adventures or shared their unique insights into the case. Sometimes they laughed and sometimes they frowned. Every communication brought their hearts closer to each other.

The journey of several hours passed in a flash. When the train slowly pulled into the terminal, O'Leary was the first to pick up his luggage and set foot on this strange yet charming land.

The scene before my eyes was completely different from the previous world. The color of the soil changed from the familiar brown to the warm red, as if it was the most direct welcome gift from nature; the houses also changed from delicate brick and tile structures to rough stone buildings, revealing a primitive and simple beauty.

In this vast land, in an area enclosed by a fence, large groups of maroon cattle are leisurely grazing on the fresh green grass. Their figures complement the red land, forming a breathtaking picture.

Oriel took a deep breath of the fresh air, feeling the unique moisture and vitality here, and couldn't help but feel a deep respect and yearning for this land.

Sir Jack stood beside O'Leary, his eyes flashing with a fiery light. He looked at the familiar scenery and sighed: "To be honest, I have traveled to many corners of the world, but no place can make me so excited like this. Every inch of land and every cloud here is full of stories and magic, which makes people involuntarily indulge in it."

Olier smiled and nodded in agreement: "Indeed, people always have the deepest attachment and praise for their hometown. The beauty here lies not only in its natural scenery, but also in its unique cultural heritage and humanistic feelings."

Doctor James interjected with his unique sense of humor, "And, have you noticed? Even our handsome Sir Jack's oval head is a unique symbol bestowed by this land!

These words made everyone laugh, and the atmosphere in the car became more relaxed and cheerful.

Olier's voice floated softly in the air, like a gentle spring breeze. He gently asked Sir Jack: "Dear Sir, do you still have the imprint of the past paintings in your heart? Do you still remember the face of this land in those years?"

Sir Jack frowned slightly when he heard this, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed his chin, with a glimmer of nostalgia in his eyes. "Oh, O'Leary, the past you mentioned is like a treasure buried by the years. I remember clearly that it was a time full of youth and ignorance. My father, the kind and tenacious guide, has passed away quietly. The small house by the South China Sea where he lived before, now only fragments of memory remain, gently swaying in my mind."

"As for this manor, it is both an unfamiliar exploration and a spiritual home for me. I am eager to unveil its mysterious veil and feel the long-lost intimacy."

Dr. James, this wise man, has deep and sharp eyes, as if he can see through everything in the world. He gently raised his hand, his fingertips slid through the air, and finally stopped at the distant horizon, where a gray and lush hill stood quietly, like a sleeping giant, guarding the ancient secrets.

"Yes, Sir Jack, just as you feel, the manor is quietly waiting for your return. It is not just a building, but also a witness to your family's history, an intersection of blood and memory. I believe that when you set foot on that land, all the strangeness and estrangement will disappear, leaving only a deep resonance and sense of belonging."

As the carriage slowly approached, the surrounding scenery became more vivid. It was a vast field, lush and green, as if it was the most generous gift from nature.

Occasionally, the sound of birds chirping among the low woods adds a bit of vitality to this tranquil picture.

The mountains in the distance are layered and shrouded in clouds and mist, like a beautiful ink painting, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

However, in this tranquility, there was a hint of something unusual. At the exit, two soldiers in black uniforms stood like pine trees, their eyes sharp and firm, as if they could see through all potential threats.

With spears in hand, they silently guard the safety and order of this land, becoming a unique landscape in this wilderness.

When O'Leary's gaze inadvertently swept over the two soldiers, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

In this seemingly ordinary land, perhaps there are hidden unknown secrets and stories.

With their luggage properly placed, the three finally set out on their journey to the manor. The carriage sped along the wide country road, with pastures on both sides undulating like green waves, exuding a faint scent of grass.

Although those dilapidated houses have experienced erosion from wind and rain, they still stand stubbornly in the same place. Their walls and roofs have been cleverly repaired into the shape of a "human", as if telling the vicissitudes and tenacity of the past.

The swamp behind the village is even more impressive. That dark and mysterious area seems to be a barrier specially set up by nature to isolate the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

The jagged hills looming in the swamp add a sense of mystery and adventure.

As the carriage continued to move forward, they turned into a narrower fork in the road.

After hundreds of years of being trampled by wheels, this road has become bumpy and full of traces of time.

The stone walls on both sides of the road are covered with black moss and various exotic ferns. They shine with a bronze luster in the afterglow of the sunset, interweaving with colorful blackberries to form a colorful picture.

On that winding path, the carriage seemed to have passed through the cracks in time, climbing up slowly and steadily. Every step was accompanied by a delicate dialogue between the wheels and the ancient stone slabs, echoing in the quiet and slightly depressing air.

All around are narrow granite bridges carefully carved by time. They span the rushing river in an unquestionable manner. The river, like a trapped giant beast, roars and rolls in a cage of black rocks, releasing endless wildness and power, which makes people feel awe.

As the carriage moved forward, every turn was like a carefully arranged painting, slowly unfolding before Sir Jack's eyes.

He was like a traveler who had just arrived in wonderland, with childlike curiosity and wonder in his eyes.

Every time the carriage passed a bend lightly, he could not help but lift a corner of the curtain, as if afraid of missing any gift of scenery.

In his world, this land is endowed with unprecedented vitality. Every leaf, every flower, and even the dust floating in the air, shines with a unique and charming light.

However, O'Leary's perspective is quietly different.

Her sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the superficial prosperity and capture the sadness and anxiety hidden in the darkness.

On both sides of the road, the withered yellow leaves are like abandoned messengers, falling slowly from the branches, one by one, in clusters. They spin and dance in the air, and finally lie quietly on the soil, paving a golden avenue leading to autumn.

In her opinion, this scene is not just the change of seasons, but also a mourning for the past years by nature, a gentle farewell to the things that are about to pass away, revealing an indescribable beauty and bleakness.

Just as everyone was immersed in this complex emotion, a sudden scream broke the silence. It was the voice of Dr. James, with a bit of fear and confusion.

His finger pointed firmly at a place not far away, where a soldier stood on a steep slope like a statue frozen in time.

He was riding a majestic tall horse with an upright posture. The spear in his hand seemed to be a symbol of his loyalty and mission, and was fixed tightly on the slowly approaching carriage.

"Why are there so many soldiers here?" There was some confusion and uneasiness in Dr. James' voice as he tried to find the answer from the driver.

The driver turned slightly to the side, with a look of helplessness and heaviness on his face, and slowly told the truth: "Sir, you may not know that a shocking jailbreak occurred recently in this area. An extremely dangerous prisoner escaped, and it has been more than three days. In order to catch him, the jailers had to increase patrols, and every possible passage and foothold was not spared. But even so, the cunning fugitive still disappeared like a ghost without a trace."

When the bounty was mentioned, a gleam of light flashed in Dr. James' eyes, but the driver's next words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing his enthusiasm.

"In theory, yes, a reward of 50,000 yuan is enough to make many people take the risk.

But please think twice, because the fugitive, Sayers, is not an ordinary criminal, but an out-and-out murderer whose methods are so cruel that they are appalling.

In the Akashan case, he took his crime to the extreme, inflicting unimaginable torture and humiliation on the victim.

Who would dare to provoke such a demon easily? "

The driver's words were full of warnings and admonitions. His voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a hammer, hitting O'Neill's heart.

He remembered that the case had caused panic in the entire city, and the intervention of Lord Lu Mofei made things even more confusing.

Sells was not executed because he was suspected of being mentally ill.

I didn't expect that this lunatic would be released now.

The carriage continued to move forward, but the atmosphere inside became unusually heavy.