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

Under the soft and slightly dim light, Olier sat at the desk, the tip of his pen lightly touching the letter paper, slowly flowing out what he had seen and heard in the past few days, shuttling between the fog and the edge of the truth. The light swayed in the fog at the edge of the swamp, casting mottled shadows, adding a bit of mystery and uneasiness to the letter.

My dear Lu Murphy,

As I write these words, my heart is filled with emotion for the past and hope for the future. Since I took on this mission, the messages that I was reluctant to convey to you at first are now turning into trickles, trying to make up for the missed time.

Our world seems to be always driven by some force without our noticing. Events surge like the tide, becoming more frequent and complicated. In my last report, the story ended with the lonely figure of the housekeeper, standing quietly in front of the window, staring into the unknown distance. Now, I can proudly say that after unremitting efforts, I have new clues in my hands that will amaze you. They are like the brightest stars in the night sky, leading me through the fog and gradually approaching the other side of the truth.

The development of the matter far exceeded my initial expectations. On the one hand, as the investigation deepened, many previously unclear fragments gradually became clear, as if a picture scroll was slowly unfolding before my eyes; on the other hand, new mysteries followed one after another, making the whole situation even more confusing. This clear and complex feeling made me excited and nervous, as if I was standing at the crossroads of fate, and I had to be cautious in every step forward.

That morning, before the first ray of sunlight completely dispelled the night haze, I set out on a journey of exploration again. Passing through the long and silent corridor, my destination was the room that the butler had hurriedly visited last night. There, every inch of air seemed to be filled with unknown secrets. I stood in front of the window where the butler had stopped, looking through the unique window facing the moor, trying to capture every detail he had gazed at last night.

This window is like a door to another world. It not only overlooks the vast moor, but also seems to be able to see the secrets deep in people's hearts. I noticed that unlike other windows that only overlook a corner of the moor, this window provides the butler with an excellent perspective, allowing him to clearly see everything happening on the moor. This makes me wonder: What is the butler looking for? Is it a person? An object? Or some phantom that he has longed for but cannot reach?

The swamp at night was tightly wrapped in darkness, and everything was invisible. I couldn't imagine how the butler could find his target in this desolate land on his own on such a dark night. Perhaps he had extraordinary vision; perhaps he relied on the induction of the mind. But in any case, this sneaky behavior and the anxiety and uneasiness on his wife's face made me feel that there must be something hidden.

I once jokingly speculated that this might be an unknown love affair, quietly blossoming in secret. The butler's handsome face is enough to make any country girl fall in love with him. However, this is just a guess, an attempt to find a simple answer to this complex situation. I know very well that the truth is often hidden in deeper corners, waiting for us to dig and reveal.

After returning to the room, the sudden sound of the door opening echoed in my ears again, like a warning bell reminding me that this is not over yet. I lay in bed, tossing and turning, and my mind kept replaying the mysterious back of the housekeeper and the complicated eyes of his wife. I tried to piece these fragments together to form a complete story. But every time I felt that I was about to touch the edge of the truth, new mysteries would emerge and pull me back into the fog.

This heavy burden makes me feel very stressed.

After breakfast, the sunlight shone through the gauze curtains and into the quaint study.

I walked lightly and thoughtfully towards the private estate of Baronet Sir Jack.

When I stepped into the bookish space and laid out everything I had seen last night in front of him one by one like tiny starlight, I thought I would see the same astonishment and curiosity on his face as mine.

However, Sir Jack's reaction was beyond my expectation. There was a hint of indifference in his eyes, as if he had known everything.

"Oh, my dear friend," he whispered, as if he was telling an old secret, "I have long noticed the butler's pacing in the middle of the night. Those low and regular footsteps are particularly clear in the quiet night. I have been awakened by them several times, and the time coincides with what you described. The sense of mystery has also given rise to some exploration in my heart."

Hearing this, the urgency in my heart subsided a little, and I came up with a more specific idea: "Perhaps, this is not just a simple night walk, but a ritual that must be performed every night. He may be quietly heading to that window, carrying out secret activities that we cannot guess." There was a hint of excitement in my voice, as if a century-old mystery was about to be uncovered.

Sir Jack nodded slightly, his deep eyes sparkling with wisdom. "It is indeed possible. If so, then let's go on a little adventure, like the heroes in detective novels, quietly following behind and finding out the truth. However, I can't help but think of Lu Murphy, that witty friend. If he were here, he would surely lead us to uncover the truth with his keen insight."

I smiled and responded, "Lu Mofei's courage and wisdom are indeed admirable. But I believe that with you, we can also solve this mystery. Let us join hands, like a detective team, and work closely together to track the butler's whereabouts and see what kind of story he is weaving under the cover of night."

Sir Jack raised a playful smile. He stood up and began to pace in the study, as if planning tonight's actions: "Ollier's concerns are not unreasonable, but we can't back down because of this. The butler may have a keen hearing, but don't forget that the cover of night and our caution are enough for us to get closer to the truth without being noticed. Tonight, we will hide in my room and wait for the opportunity. Once he steps into that corridor, it will be the signal for us to act."

At this point, Sir Jack seemed to be infected by his own plan, rubbing his hands involuntarily, with a childlike excitement and expectation in his eyes. Obviously, for this baronet who has lived in the lonely swamp for a long time, such an adventure full of unknowns and challenges is undoubtedly a rare bright spot in his boring life.

Meanwhile, Sir Jack also revealed his grand vision for the future estate.

He has already contacted several professionals, including the architect who designed the estate for the family elders, the exquisite builder from London, and the amateur craftsmen and furniture dealers who are good at decoration.

Behind these names is a brilliant new chapter that is about to bloom on this land.

Sir Jack is determined to spare no effort to restore his family's former glory and bring this ancient manor back to life.

And after all this was ready, the manor seemed to still lack a real hostess.

From the subtle interactions between Sir Jack and Miss Luna, it is not difficult to sense the growing emotions between them.

Whenever Miss Luna appeared in a corner of the manor, Sir Jack's eyes would follow her involuntarily. That tenderness and obsession could not be ignored by anyone.

However, the road of love is never smooth.

Just when we thought everything was going according to the beautiful script, a sudden storm broke the tranquility.

Perhaps it was at some unintentional moment that a decision or an action of Miss Luna was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples and indescribable waves in Sir Jack's heart.

"Oh my, Sir Jack, are you going to set foot on that mysterious swamp too?" Olier's words were filled with a hint of surprise and confusion. He frowned slightly, and his brown eyes flashed with complex emotions, as if he was questioning and worried. He looked at Sir Jack with an almost exaggerated expression, and his strange look revealed his deep worry about what was about to happen.

"Yes, I am determined to go to the swamp." Sir Jack nodded slightly, with an unquestionable firmness in his voice. His smile was filled with cunning and expectation, as if the unknown swamp was not only the end of his exploration, but also the starting point of some unknown challenge.

Olier's heart was moved when he heard this. He knew his mission well - to protect Sir Jack's safety. This was the clear instruction given to him by Lu Murphy, the wise and rigorous mentor. However, Sir Jack seemed to be indifferent to all this, and his persistence put Olier in a dilemma.

"Oh, Sir Jack, how could you be so reckless?" Olier said with a bit of urgency and helplessness. "You should know how Mr. Lumurphy once warned me solemnly to ensure your safety, especially when you intend to go to the dangerous swamp alone. Every word he said is like a long alarm bell, which makes me dare not slack off at any time."

Upon hearing this, Sir Jack patted Olier's shoulder gently, his gesture full of trust and encouragement. "My dear friend, you don't have to worry too much." His words were gentle and firm. "Mr. Lumurphy is indeed very wise, but he can't predict all the variables in the world after all. Everything I encountered since I stepped into the swamp was something he had never expected. I believe that true courage and wisdom lies in fearlessness and persistence in the face of the unknown. And I must explore the secrets hidden deep in the swamp alone."

Olier felt mixed emotions when he heard this. He knew that he could not stop Sir Jack's decision, and the helplessness and self-blame surged like a tide. He stood there, hesitant, like a lost traveler, looking for his own way in the vast crowd.

However, at this moment, Olier was driven by a strong sense of responsibility. He realized that he could not leave Sir Jack alone to face the danger. So he made up his mind and decided to catch up with Sir Jack, even if it was just to do his best to protect the person he regarded as a close friend.

With this in mind, Olier no longer hesitated. He quickly picked up his cane and took firm steps. His heart was filled with determination and courage, as if even the ground beneath his feet was cheering him on. He rushed towards Arica's mansion with only one thought in mind - to catch up with Sir Jack no matter what.

He was so anxious that his steps almost turned into the speed of wind, rushing along the winding road, as if every step was on the pulse of time. It was not until the fork of the swamp path came into view quietly that Olier finally caught sight of Sir Jack's figure. At that moment, his heartbeat accelerated a little.

He knew that in this vast swamp, any choice could mean getting lost or getting dangerous. Therefore, he chose a seemingly steeper path without hesitation, which led to a small hill. This small hill, like a lonely watcher, stood quietly at the edge of the dark quarry, stretching its shadow and blending into the surrounding scenery.

Standing on the top of the hill, Oriel seemed to be standing on the edge of the world, with everything in sight. His eyes passed through the layers of fog and finally locked onto Sir Jack. At that moment, he seemed to be able to feel the firmness and calmness of Sir Jack's every step. Although they were separated by a quarter of a mile, the tacit understanding and agreement were like an invisible bond that tightly connected the two.

Next to Sir Jack, Miss Luna's figure was particularly eye-catching. Her smart eyes sparkled with wisdom and gentleness, and her hands made quick and powerful gestures from time to time, as if she was telling some important secrets. Although her voice was soft, it was full of determination and seriousness, and every word was deeply imprinted in O'Leary's ears. And Sir Jack, like a dedicated listener, listened to her every word attentively, nodding in agreement from time to time, and shaking his head to express confusion from time to time. The atmosphere between the two was both harmonious and full of mystery.

Olier stood in the pile of rocks, looking at this warm and slightly mysterious scene, with mixed feelings in his heart. He knew very well that his situation at the moment was extremely awkward - it was obviously inappropriate to interrupt their intimate conversation, and it might even destroy this rare tacit understanding and harmony; however, as the guardian of Sir Jack, he could not let his momentary negligence lead to any misfortune.

Tracking and spying on a friend was undoubtedly a torment and torture for Oriel. He felt that his heart was full of contradictions and struggles, as if being torn apart by an invisible force. However, driven by reason and sense of responsibility, he finally made a decision - to continue to stay on the mountain and observe, and wait until the time was right to confess everything to Sir Jack.

He knew that his decision was not perfect and might even bring some unforeseen consequences, but he also believed that as long as he remained vigilant and focused, he would be able to ensure Sir Jack's safety.

In this quiet and subtle moment, Sir Jack and the elegant lady stopped walking again, as if the whole world was still for their conversation. Their figures seemed particularly harmonious in the soft light, but it also caused ripples in Olier's heart. Just as he was immersed in this complex emotion, an inadvertent discovery made his heart tighten - it turned out that they were not alone in this privacy.

Olier's eyes inadvertently passed by a patch of green. At first, he thought it was just a natural embellishment, but when he looked closely, he realized that the green was emitted by something hanging from the top of a thin pole. As the green object slowly moved, Olier suddenly realized that it was Scourge's butterfly net, which was gleaming in the sun and was particularly eye-catching. Scourge was staggering on the rugged ground, aiming directly at the couple who were immersed in each other's world.

At this moment, Olier's heartbeat accelerated, and he realized that what was about to happen might be a sudden change. Sure enough, Sir Jack seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly pulled Miss Luna close to his side, wrapping her in his strong arms. Miss Luna's face flashed a trace of surprise and resistance. She tried to break free from this sudden hug, and her cheek tilted slightly to one side, as if avoiding something. Sir Jack looked down at her, his eyes full of tenderness and determination, but Miss Luna raised one hand, as if in silent protest.

At this moment, a sudden movement broke this delicate balance. Scourge rushed into the scene like a storm, his butterfly net swinging ridiculously behind him, as if it was the prelude to this farce. He stood in front of the couple, his anger and dissatisfaction overflowing, and he expressed his emotions with his hands and feet, but Olier could not figure out his true intentions. Scourge's words were fierce, as if he was severely accusing Sir Jack, while Sir Jack tried to explain, his voice full of helplessness and anxiety. However, Scourge's anger did not subside, but intensified, as if he wanted to pour out all his dissatisfaction.

Miss Luna remained proud and silent, standing aside, watching the sudden dispute with cold eyes. Her eyes showed both complex emotions towards Sir Jack and helplessness and disdain for Scourge's behavior. In the end, Scourge seemed to have achieved his goal. He turned and gestured to his sister, with unquestionable tyranny in his gesture. The sister hesitated for a moment, looked at Sir Jack reluctantly, and finally chose to leave side by side with her brother.

Every movement of the biologist revealed his strong dissatisfaction and disappointment with Miss Luna. His departure made Sir Jack seem to have lost all support. He stood there, looking at the receding figure, without moving for a long time. With his head lowered, his feelings of loss and frustration were evident, as if the whole world had lost its color.

Olier witnessed all this and felt mixed emotions. He felt ashamed for having inadvertently peeped into his friend's intimate moment, but at the same time he was deeply shocked by this sudden change. He couldn't understand why Scourge was so angry, and he didn't understand what secrets and entanglements were hidden behind it.