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

There was a deep and slightly worried tone in Mr. Scotch's words. He spoke softly, and every word was like a carefully carved gem, slowly spreading in the air.

"Then, the wheel of fate turned slightly, and it guided you, the messenger shining with the light of wisdom, to me.

On this long and winding road, I seem to see the spark of resonance, and I am eager to walk side by side with you and share a heartwarming self-introduction.

I am full of anticipation and concern for Sir Jack's trip. I hope that every step he takes will be sunny and worry-free.

O'Neal, your smile is like the warmest sunshine in spring, lighting up every corner of my heart. His well-being is our greatest comfort."

Mr. Scotch sighed softly, his voice mixed with nostalgia for the past and subtle worry about the current situation.

"After the unfortunate passing of Sir Jack's uncle, that respected senior, we are inevitably shrouded in a haze of sadness.

We were worried that the new successor, Baron Jack, might develop a resistance to this land because of family changes and would be unwilling to set foot on this manor that carries countless memories and storms.

After all, it is not easy to make a gentleman with endless wealth and a vast world willing to settle down in this seemingly remote but actually full of stories place.

However, fate is always full of unpredictable beauty, and Sir Jack's choice shows us the power of tenacity and love."

His words revealed his understanding of the simple yet impressionable nature of the peasants.

“The hearts of the farmers here are like unpolished jade, pure yet fragile, and easily influenced by rumors from the outside world.

As for the mysterious hound that was said to haunt this tribe, each of them seemed to have seen its figure with their own eyes, wandering like a ghost in the moonlit swamp.

This kind of legend is both their awe of the unknown world and a simple explanation for the inexplicable phenomena in life.

However, behind this simplicity, I can sense a subtle seriousness and earnestness. "

Mr. Scotch's eyes became deep, as if he had penetrated the mist of time and saw the truth hidden behind the legend.

“This legend, to Sir Jack’s uncle, is more than just a story.

It was like an invisible thorn that pierced deep into his heart. Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, it would turn into endless fear and anxiety, corroding his soul.

I firmly believe that it was this deep anxiety caused by the legend, coupled with his already fragile heart, that together wove the prelude to tragedy.

His death is a cause for regret, but it also forces us to face up to the unspeakable fear and vulnerability hidden deep in people’s hearts.”

When O'Leary heard this, a hint of surprise and sympathy flashed in his eyes.

“I see. I never expected that a seemingly illusory legend could have such a powerful force, enough to change a person’s destiny.

This forces us to reflect on how we can balance our inner fears with our perception of the outside world in a world where rationality and sensibility are intertwined.”

Mr. Scourge nodded and continued.

“Indeed. During those dark days, I often worried that fear would spread like a plague, devouring more hearts.

I am deeply saddened by the passing of that old man and I understand the strain on his heart.

I can even imagine the fear and despair in his eyes as the shadow of the yew alley loomed over him on that fateful night.

At that moment, he might have really seen something, or perhaps it was just the embodiment of his deepest fear. "

Dr. O'Leary's eyes flashed with curiosity, like the brightest star in the night sky. He couldn't help but ask softly, "Oh, Mr. Scotch, how did you know such detailed inside information? It seems that not even the wind has leaked a single detail of the twists and turns."

Scotch smiled slightly, and there was a bit of mystery and confidence in that smile. He slowly said, "Dr. O'Leary, the world is big, but the transmission of information is often beyond our imagination. My friend, James, is a well-informed gentleman who can always inadvertently capture the secrets hidden in the cracks of daily life. When he mentioned you to me, his eyes flashed with admiration for your wisdom and courage. Naturally, he also mentioned the deep friendship between you and the famous Mr. Lu Murphy."

O'Leary's heart was moved when he heard this. He shook his head gently, as if to dispel those sudden thoughts, and then said in a slightly serious tone: "I have not yet formed a complete judgment about the unfortunate man's experience. Every detail is like a piece of a puzzle, which requires patience and wisdom to piece together one by one until the truth is revealed to the world. Although the speculation you mentioned that 'the dog chased the man to death' sounds bizarre, it is also a direction for thinking. However, I still need more evidence to support or refute this hypothesis."

At this point, Dr. O'Leary paused, his eyes swept across Scotch's gentle and calm face, as if trying to catch a clue or hint from his eyes. However, Scotch just sat quietly, his calm eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, but kept a proper distance.

"Mr. Lu Murphy's name is like the brightest North Star in the night sky, guiding countless lost people to find their way." O'Leary continued, with a hint of subtle respect in his voice, "But please allow me to be cautious. After all, every case has its own unique features, and my duty is to delve into it and uncover the layers of mystery."

Scourge nodded to show his understanding, but the light in his eyes did not diminish at all. "Dr. O'Leary, I am well aware of your professionalism and rigorous attitude. That is why I am even more eager to know your opinion on this case. Perhaps, in your eyes, this is not just a simple murder case, but a contest of humanity, wisdom and courage."

“Your words are full of anticipation, as if you have foreseen the feast of reasoning that is about to unfold,” Yiyi added, with a curious gleam in her eyes.

Dr. O'Leary sighed softly. He knew that he could not refuse the respect and trust from his peers. "Mr. Scotch, I am touched by your enthusiasm. Although I cannot come here in person on behalf of Mr. Lumurphy, please believe that I will do my best to investigate this case thoroughly. As for Mr. Lumurphy, he is currently deeply involved in another more complicated case and cannot extricate himself. But please rest assured that once he has the opportunity, he will pay attention to this case."

Scourge showed a trace of regret when he heard this, but then he regained his composure. "It's a pity, but I understand. Every great detective has his own burdens. However, if you encounter any difficulties during the investigation, whether you need information, clues or other forms of help, please be sure to tell me. In this town, I may be able to provide you with some unexpected assistance."

When Mr. O'Leary heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little alert.

He responded in a gentle but firm tone: “Please understand that I came here purely out of a sincere visit to my good friend Sir Jack. I have no other requests, and I do not need any form of assistance or intervention.

My purpose is simple and clear, I just want to reminisce with old friends and enjoy this rare peace and tranquility. "

When Mr. Scotch heard this, a smile of understanding suddenly appeared on his face.

He patted his forehead lightly, as if blaming himself, and said, "Oh, you are really too cautious, and this attitude is undoubtedly worthy of admiration.

My previous suggestion now seems a bit redundant, even rude and offensive.

Please allow me to express my sincerest apologies. My nosy thoughts were totally ill-considered and were purely my own impulse.

I promise you that from now on, I will be careful in what I say and do and never mention this matter again, so as not to cause you any unnecessary trouble."

Then, the two of them walked side by side up a narrow, grassy path.

The path branched off obliquely from the wide road, like a winding ribbon, leading them deeper into the vast swamp.

Along the way, the scenery is picturesque, yet has a bit of wild beauty.

On the right side are steep peaks, which have been carved into rugged shapes by time. Many years ago, this place was a busy granite quarry, but now there is only desolation and desolation left.

The dark cliff, like an ancient guardian, stands quietly. Between the cracks, ferns and thorns grow tenaciously. With the power of life, they show the world the tenacity and indomitable spirit of life.

On the distant hillside, a wisp of gray smoke floats gently, covering the mountains like a veil, adding a bit of mystery and haziness to the swamp.

Mr. Scotch pointed to the place filled with smoke and gently introduced: "Following this swamp path, we only need to walk slowly for a while and then we can reach the quiet and beautiful village of Axel.

Perhaps you could spare an hour of your time and allow me to introduce you to my sister? She would be delighted and honored to have you here."

Mr. O'Leary thought for a moment. He knew that he should stay with Sir Jack, but then he thought that there were piles of documents and securities on his desk, and he could do nothing about it.

Moreover, Mr. Lumurphy's earnest teachings were still ringing in his ears, and he reminded himself to conduct in-depth research on his neighbors on the swamp in order to better understand this land and the people here.

So Mr. O'Leary smiled and accepted Mr. Scotch's invitation, and the two of them turned around and set foot on the path that led somewhere else.

"This swamp is truly a mysterious painter in nature. With its endless creativity and unpredictable techniques, it paints one breathtaking picture after another," Mr. O'Leary exclaimed sincerely.

His eyes slowly swept around, as if he wanted to take in the vast beauty.

In the distance, the undulating hills look like a vast green ocean. Under the caress of the breeze, delicate ripples appear, as if it is nature's unique green wave, surging toward the sky violently and gently.

In this green wave, the jagged granite peaks are like waves stirred up by huge waves. Some of them are as steep as swords, pointing straight to the sky; some are as round as jade, gentle and pleasant. Each one exudes a unique charm, which makes people marvel at the wonders of nature.

Mr. Scotch's face showed a mixture of pride and emotion when he heard this. He slowly said, "Indeed, the beauty of this swamp is hard to describe unless you experience it in person. Its beauty lies not only in its vast desolation and mystery, but also in the secret corners hidden in it. They are like unsolved mysteries, waiting for brave explorers to unveil them."

“Here, time seems to slow down, and every moment is full of unknowns and surprises, which makes people never feel bored.”

Mr. O'Leary couldn't help but feel a little puzzled when he heard this. He asked curiously, "So, you must have many unknown discoveries and stories on this swamp, right?"

Mr. Scotch shook his head slightly, with a humble smile on his face. "Although I have lived here for two years, I am still a newcomer in the eyes of the local residents. Compared with those who have lived here for generations, what I know is just the tip of the iceberg. However, my love and curiosity for this countryside drives me to carefully observe every inch of land and every leaf here. I think, with this persistent pursuit, I may have understood this swamp better than most people."