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

On the distant and vast horizon, the carriage that Oriel and the other two were riding in was like a small boat, slowly climbing to the top of the slope.

At this moment, the scene before my eyes seemed like a slowly unfolding painting. The vast swamp stretched to the horizon, dotted with numerous conical stone cairns. They were like the ancient guardians of the earth, quietly telling the vicissitudes of time.

And those uneven rocks are dyed with a layer of mottled colors under the afterglow of the setting sun. The interweaving of light and shadow creates a bizarre scene that is awe-inspiring.

A freezing wind howled from the depths of the swamp, penetrating their thick clothes and reaching their hearts, causing the three of them to shiver.

This wind seemed to carry a hint of subtle sorrow and loneliness, blending into this desolate land and creating an indescribable desolate atmosphere.

On this deserted plain, the fugitive abandoned by the world was hiding in some hidden ravine like a wounded beast, watching everything silently with his eyes full of hatred.

His heart was filled with resentment and unwillingness for the past, and deep hatred for those who pushed him into the abyss. This emotion was like weeds in the wilderness, spreading wildly and uncontrollably.

Looking around, I saw endless bare wasteland, the cold wind blowing wildly, and the dark sky hanging low, as if an endless curtain of rain would pour down at any time.

The presence of this fugitive added a bit of eeriness and terror to this already desolate land, making people involuntarily quicken their pace, wanting to escape from this ominous place.

Even Jack, who was always optimistic and cheerful, fell into silence at this moment.

He wrapped his coat tightly around himself, trying to resist the biting cold, but the fear and anxiety in his heart were as hard to melt as ice.

He looked up into the distance, his heart filled with worry and confusion about the unknown journey.

Looking back, the fertile countryside has gradually faded into the distance, becoming a blurry background.

The afterglow of the setting sun falls on the earth, making the water flow as dazzling as golden threads. The newly cultivated red soil and the vast dense forest also sparkle with charming light under the setting sun.

However, all this beautiful scenery forms a sharp contrast with the desolation before our eyes, making people sigh at the impermanence of the world and the vicissitudes of life.

As the carriage continued to move forward, the road ahead became more desolate and bleak.

The russet and olive slopes were strewn with boulders and thorns, making every step extremely difficult.

Now and then they passed little stone huts, standing alone in the midst of the swamp, with their walls uncovered by creepers, looking particularly rough and lonely.

They seem to be the guardians of this land, witnessing countless joys and sorrows in the past.

When the carriage reached a bowl-shaped depression, they were surprised to find a forest of oak and fir trees bent by the wind.

Although these trees are stunted, they grow tenaciously, demonstrating an indomitable vitality.

At the top of the woods, two tall and thin spires were clearly visible. They seemed like lighthouses in this desolate land, guiding them in the direction they were going.

"This is the manor." The coachman pointed ahead with his whip, with a barely perceptible awe in his tone.

A few minutes later, they slowly arrived at the apartment.

Its gate is like a carefully carved iron painting, with dense and intricate iron bars interwoven into breathtaking and wonderful patterns, and each iron bar seems to be telling a story of the years.

On both sides of the gate stand two pillars that have experienced the baptism of wind and frost. They are like loyal guardians, but due to the erosion of time, they are covered with green moss, appearing both simple and slightly dirty.

On top of the column, the stone-carved boar head of the Jack family is lifelike, with an ancient and mysterious majesty in its eyes, as if it can see into people's hearts.

However, in stark contrast is the desolate scene in the gatehouse.

The gatehouse no longer exists, leaving only a pile of collapsed black granite ruins, like the wreckage of history, quietly telling the past glory and decline.

In the ruins, bare rafters were exposed. They once supported the roof of the gatehouse, but now they can only face the baptism of wind and rain alone, looking particularly desolate.

Just opposite the ruins, a brand new building is rising from the ground.

That was the palace of dreams that Sir Charles had built with the gold he had earned through hard work in South Africa.

Although the building has not been fully completed and is only halfway done, its imposingness has already begun to show, foreshadowing its future glory and excellence.

Passing through the door full of stories, they stepped onto a path paved with fine dead leaves.

The wheels rolled gently, making a low and peaceful sound, as if it was nature's most gentle comfort.

On both sides of the path, there are towering old trees, whose branches interweave in the air to form a deep archway, shielding pedestrians from the light and noise of the outside world.

This long and dark driveway seems like a mysterious passage leading to another world, and every step is full of expectations of the unknown and exploration.

Finally, they came to the end of the driveway, where a house shimmered in the night like a ghost.

The light was so faint and strange that it made people feel cold.

Jack shuddered involuntarily and asked in a low voice, "Did the murder happen here?" His tone was full of anxiety and curiosity.

The driver shook his head, with a comforting tone: "No, not here, the Yew Gorse Alley is deeper."

The young heir's face became even gloomier when he heard this. He looked around, trying to find a little comfort in this gloomy and dark environment.

He murmured to himself, "In a place like this, no wonder my uncle always feels that disaster is coming. This gloomy atmosphere and this eerie silence are enough to make anyone feel fear and uneasiness. But don't worry, I will never let this atmosphere continue. I have decided that in the next six months, I will install a row of dazzling light bulbs in front of the hall. A thousand lights of Swan and New World will complement each other. By then, this place will be completely new and you will no longer be able to recognize this once dark place."

As they continued walking, a wide meadow came into view.

Every blade of grass in the meadow seemed to sway gently in the breeze, welcoming their arrival.

At the end of the lawn, the mysterious house finally appeared before them in its entirety.

In the dim light, O'Neill could clearly see the solid building in the center.

It is like a solid fortress, standing tall in the torrent of time, never shaken.

In front of the building stands a spacious and elegant corridor, which looks like an arm welcoming guests, warm and friendly.

The exterior walls of the house are covered with lush ivy.

They are like green ribbons of nature, adding vitality and vigor to this ancient building.

However, the green of the ivy did not completely cover the entire wall.

The windows or places where the coat of arms are installed are carefully trimmed, leaving black "patches" that are particularly eye-catching.

These "patches" seem to be marks of time, recording the history and changes of the house.

On the roof of the central building stand two ancient towers.

They are like sentinels guarding this land, their eyes penetrating the clouds and looking straight into the distance.

The tower is covered with gun loopholes and lookout holes. These former defensive facilities have now lost their former functions, but they still silently tell the glory and honor of that era.

On the left and right sides of the tower, there is a wing with a newer style.

They are built of black granite and look solemn and majestic.

The architectural style of the wing building echoes that of the main building, but each has its own characteristics, demonstrating the architect's ingenuity and craftsmanship.

In the dim light, the black granite walls reflect a cold luster, which makes people feel more awe and curiosity about this house.

Just at this moment, a gust of wind blew, bringing with it a chill.

They looked up at the tall chimneys on the steep, sloping roofs.

I saw a black column of smoke rising slowly, drawing a clear track in the night sky.

Oh~ Sir Jack, your visit really makes this Jack Manor shine!

Look, that tall gentleman, like a knight slowly stepping out of an ancient scroll, gracefully walked out from the deep shadows of the corridor and gently opened the gilded door of the four-wheeled carriage, as if he was opening the curtain for a grand ceremony.

In the hall, a touch of warm yellow light falls gently, like the first rays of dawn, gently enveloping every corner.

At this moment, a lady in an elegant long dress appeared quietly. Her figure seemed even more graceful in the interweaving of light and shadow, like a fairy in a painting. She gently took the luggage, and every movement revealed her unspoken delicacy and care.

"Sir Jack, please allow me to be a little selfish. The warmth of home is calling me back and my love is looking forward to it." There was a hint of apology in Dr. James' voice, but he could not hide his eagerness to return home.

Sir Jack's face was filled with a warm smile when he heard this, and that smile was like the warm sunshine in spring. He said: "Dear James, the call of home is always the most beautiful melody. But please allow me to at least prepare a sumptuous dinner for you as a small consolation for your hard work on this journey."

However, Dr. James' eyes revealed determination: "I appreciate your kindness, but my heart has flown to the direction of home. Perhaps there are urgent matters waiting for me there. Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye, but please believe that I will remember this friendship in my heart."

Sir Jack nodded slightly, with a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. He said gently, "In that case, I will not keep you. But please remember that this is your safe haven anytime and anywhere. If you need me, just make a phone call and I will be by your side."

As Dr. James slowly walked into the night, the sound of the carriage gradually faded away and finally disappeared on the winding road, leaving only a series of echoes that slowly dissipated in the quiet air.

And the heavy wooden door let out a heavy sigh the moment he left, as if it was also drawing an end to this brief reunion.