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

The first page of paper ends here.

O'Leary continued to write the second page of the report.

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In that long and quiet night, the stars seemed to hold their breath, just to witness a secret pursuit that was about to be revealed.

As one of the protagonists in this silent battle, I felt a complex emotion of nervousness and excitement in my heart, as if I was about to unveil the most secret chapter of the ancient castle.

Lu Murphy, my dear partner, your trust is like the brightest star in the night sky, guiding me forward and helping me find the direction in this vast unknown.

At this moment, I would like to use words as a pen to carefully describe this experience, so that every detail can shine with the brilliance it deserves.

First of all, please allow me to immerse myself in the depth of the morning light before dawn and recall those two sleepless nights.

On the first night, the moonlight fell gently on the ancient castle like a veil, casting a mysterious veil over the sleeping building.

Sir Jack and I, two aspiring detectives, sat in his room decorated with family crests, and the only sounds we could hear were each other's heartbeats and the steady chime of the distant clock at the top of the stairs.

Every sound of the bell is like time whispering in our ears, reminding us of the passage of time and the urgency of the task.

However, apart from this monotonous and repetitive melody, all we can capture is the endless silence and the torment of waiting.

Finally, fatigue came like a tide, and we slowly fell asleep in our chairs. It was a sleep mixed with hope and disappointment, a temporary escape from unknown challenges.

But how can a true warrior give up easily?

On the second night, we once again stepped into this silent contest with even greater determination.

This time, we prepared carefully and turned down the brightness of the lights to the lowest level, just enough to illuminate each other's faces and the cigarettes in our hands.

Amid the smoke, we seemed to be in another world, a battlefield built of patience, wisdom and courage.

Time, at this moment, becomes extremely slow, and every passing second seems like an eternity.

However, it is this long wait that has tempered our will and taught us how to find clues in silence and how to capture the subtle movements in the darkness.

Finally, just when we were almost swallowed by despair, a subtle and strange sound broke the silence of the night - it was the creaking sound of footsteps coming from the corridor, like a ghost whispering, or like fate knocking on the door.

The footsteps were light and slow, but with a force that could not be ignored, approaching our heartstrings step by step.

We held our breath, afraid that any slight noise would disturb the mysterious visitor.

Only when the footsteps gradually faded away in the distance did we dare to breathe a sigh of relief, but what followed was a more urgent tracking action.

The baronet, the seemingly gentle but actually secretive elder of the family, gently pushed open the door with his unique calmness and composure, leading us into the next step of this secret journey.

In the corridor, the darkness was like an abyss, swallowing up all light, leaving only the faint light in our hands, opening up a narrow and winding path ahead.

We moved forward cautiously, each step carefully calculated, for fear of disturbing the tranquility of the night or missing any possible clues.

The man's figure appeared particularly tall and mysterious in the darkness, his face with a thick black beard hidden in the shadows, leaving only a pair of eyes flashing with cunning light.

He was hunched over, his steps light and agile, as if he knew the terrain very well.

We followed closely behind, tapping the ground lightly with our toes to minimize noise, but even so, the old floorboards creaked under our feet, like a low ancient song, telling the castle's past and secrets.

At times, I almost thought he was aware of our presence, but luckily, fate seemed to be on our side.

Not only was the man quite deaf, he was so absorbed in the task at hand that he was oblivious to everything around him.

We were able to move forward until the door appeared in our sight again - the door leading to an unknown world. The outline of the door appeared both blurry and clear under the candlelight. A warm red light penetrated the dark corridor, like the light of hope, leading us to the other side of the truth.

At this moment, my heart beat faster and my blood boiled in my veins. I knew that we were not far from uncovering the secret that troubled people's hearts.

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Sir Jack and O'Learn, two close friends and partners, quietly approached the window where the faint candlelight was coming through.

Their steps were so light that even the air seemed to stop, just to uncover the unknown secrets of the night.

Sir Jack, a handsome but sharp-eyed baronet, always has a burning curiosity about the unknown and a commitment to justice in his heart.

And O'Neill, known for his keen insight and wit, is Jack's indispensable think tank.

Although the two had not discussed countermeasures in advance, their tacit understanding over the years allowed them to communicate with each other without much words.

As they approached quietly, they saw the butler standing in front of the window in an almost pious attitude, his thin figure stretched out by the flickering candlelight, his pale face pressed against the cold window glass, his dark eyes flashing with complex emotions - fear, hesitation, and a hint of imperceptible determination.

This scene was exactly the same as what O'Neill saw the night before, as if time had quietly stopped here.

"Mr. Butler, you are still awake late at night, are you admiring the moonlight?" Sir Jack's voice was low and powerful, breaking the silence around him.

Although there was no blame in his tone, it was enough to make anyone feel a pressure that could not be ignored.

The butler shuddered violently, as if awakened from a dream. The candle in his hand shook violently due to the sudden fright. In the mottled light and shadow, his face looked even more haggard.

He turned around quickly and faced the two uninvited guests. His voice became hoarse due to nervousness: "No, nothing, sir. I just... just routinely checked whether the windows were closed."

"Oh? You want to check every window on the second floor personally?" Sir Jack's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he did not miss any subtle changes on the butler's face.

The butler swallowed and clenched his hands unconsciously, as if trying to find a trace of comfort in the other person's eyes.

"Yes, sir, it is my duty." Although his answer seemed weak, he still tried to maintain his dignity.

However, Sir Jack did not give up. His voice became more severe: "Butler, we are not ignorant children who can be easily deceived by lies. Tell me, why are you standing alone in front of the window late at night with a candle in your hand? Is there any unspeakable secret behind this?"

Upon hearing this, the butler's face turned even paler and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

He looked at Oriel, as if seeking a little sympathy or understanding, but Oriel just stood there quietly, his eyes full of inquiry and expectation.

"Sir, I really have no ill intentions..." The butler's voice was almost inaudible, "I just... just acted according to someone's instructions. But please believe that this was not my intention."

"Instructions? Whose instructions?" Sir Jack pressed on step by step, not giving the butler any chance to breathe.

The butler closed his eyes in pain, as if he was waging a difficult psychological struggle.

Finally, he slowly said, "I cannot say, Sir. This is my oath and my final bottom line. But please believe that everything I do is to protect this home, to protect you and your family."

When O'Neill saw this, an inspiration suddenly came to his mind.

He walked gently to the butler and said in a gentle but firm tone: "Mr. Butler, perhaps we can solve this problem in another way. Please allow me to borrow your candle."

Without waiting for the butler to react, O'Neill took the candle from his trembling hands and stood in front of the window, imitating the butler's previous posture.

He gazed out the window at the swamp shrouded in darkness, praying silently in his heart that he might discover something.

Just then, a miracle happened.

At the moment when Oriel moved the candle to the center of the window frame, a tiny red light suddenly lit up in the darkness in the distance.

It was like the brightest star in the night sky, penetrating through the darkness and echoing the candlelight in Oriel's hand.

"Look! What is that?" O'Neill shouted excitedly, his voice filled with the joy of victory.

The butler's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly tried to explain: "No, no, sir, it was just a coincidence..."

But Sir Jack would not listen to his arguments any more.

He quickly walked to O'Neill's side, also staring at the light, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

"Butler, you don't need to hide it anymore. That light spot is the signal for you to contact the outside world. Tell me, who are your accomplices? What exactly is their conspiracy?"

When the butler's usually submissive face was accidentally discovered, it suddenly became bold and rude, as if a carefully woven disguise was suddenly torn off, revealing the emotional storm hidden underneath.

"Sir, this is my personal matter and has nothing to do with you. I don't need to explain it to you." Although the butler's voice was low, it was full of unquestionable firmness, which was very different from his usual humble image.

Sir Jack's brows were knitted tightly together, his face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip from it. His voice echoed in the empty hall with irresistible majesty: "In this case, then, you no longer belong here immediately. This manor no longer needs a servant like you who has evil intentions."

Facing his master's anger, the butler did not flinch at all. Instead, he straightened his back and responded in an almost provocative manner: "Very good, sir. If this is your decision, then I will obey. But please allow me to retain my dignity. Even if I leave, I must leave with dignity."

The air was filled with a tense atmosphere. At this moment, a soft but trembling female voice broke the silence. It was the voice of the housekeeper. She had been standing at the door without anyone noticing. Her face was as pale as paper, and her eyes were full of fear and helplessness.

Her large body seemed so lonely in the dim candlelight, and might have seemed funny if her fear hadn't been so obvious.

"John, we have to go. Everything is over, go pack our things." The housekeeper's voice was full of despair, and her words were like a sharp knife, cutting the hearts of everyone present.

The butler turned around and looked at his wife. A complex emotion flashed across his eyes, and finally turned into a heavy sigh: "Eliza, I have implicated you. But now that things have come to this, we can only face it."

Sir Jack frowned even more tightly when he saw this. He couldn't understand this sudden change, and he didn't understand why the always loyal butler would suddenly become like this.

"Then please tell me, what is going on?" His voice was low, but it revealed unquestionable power.

The housekeeper's wife finally broke down, tears falling like beads from a broken string. She choked and said, "Everything John did was for my unfortunate brother. He is struggling alone in the swamp, and hunger and cold are tormenting him all the time. We can't watch him die at our doorstep. The light in front of the window is a signal of hope and warmth from us to him, and the faint light flickering on his side is a guide to tell us where to send the food."