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

In that pitch-black night, two explorers, Lu Murphy and O'Leary, stumbled forward in the unknown swamp as if driven by an invisible force.

Their heartbeats were like drums, and every step they took was accompanied by a collision with the rocks, making a dull and rapid sound, as if it was nature's silent protest.

The gorse bushes rustled and moaned as they squeezed them hard, like disturbed spirits, telling unknown secrets.

The two men were panting, and their breathing intertwined with each other, forming a tense and rapid symphony.

Lu Murfei's eyes flickered anxiously in the darkness. He kept looking up and around, trying to penetrate the thick night and find a clue or comfort.

However, the swamp seemed like a huge black hole, swallowing up all the light and hope, leaving only endless darkness and desolation.

On the ground, even the tiniest life seemed to have chosen silence. Nothing was moving, and only the footsteps of the two of them echoed in the dead silence.

"O'Lil, did you see anything?" There was a hint of trembling in Lu Mofei's voice, which was the fear of the unknown and the dependence on his companions.

Olier shook his head, his face as pale as paper. His eyes also searched hard in the darkness, but could only capture nothingness. "No, there is nothing, only darkness." His answer was brief and weak, revealing his inner helplessness and despair.

"But listen, what is that sound?" Lu Mofei suddenly stopped and focused all his attention on the faintly audible low moan.

The sound seemed to come from the depths of hell, carrying with it endless pain and despair, making people shudder.

It sounded again to their left, clear and harsh, like a sharp blade cutting through the silence of the night.

The two followed the sound and crossed a winding rock ridge. At the end was a steep cliff, like a natural barrier, blocking their connection with the unknown world.

Looking down from the cliff, there is a gravel-covered hillside, which looks extremely desolate and strange under the faint moonlight.

On the uneven ground, a dark, oddly shaped object lay quietly, like an abandoned ghost.

As they got closer, the outline of the object began to become clear.

It was a person, a person lying on the ground with a twisted posture.

His head was tucked under his body at an incredible angle, and his body was curled up into a ball, as if he was experiencing unspeakable pain.

His figure looked particularly lonely and helpless in the night, which made people feel pity for him.

Lu Mofei plucked up his courage, reached out and grabbed the man's shoulder, trying to lift him up.

However, when he touched the cold skin, an indescribable fear instantly surged in his heart.

He suddenly screamed, his voice full of fear and confusion.

He quickly lit a match, and the faint flame instantly illuminated everything around him.

In the light, they saw the corpse's fingers clenched tightly together, as if in its last struggle before death.

What was even more shocking was that the blood flowing from his broken skull was slowly spreading on the ground, forming a shocking pool of red.

The color was so bright, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding darkness, making people want to escape.

The firelight also illuminated another heart-breaking fact - the corpse was the Sir Jack they all knew!

He was wearing the special, glowing red tailor-made suit he had worn the first day they had seen him in Baker Street.

The familiar figure was now lying on the cold ground, having lost its former vitality and vigor, making it difficult for people to accept this cruel reality.

The two looked at each other and saw the same shock and grief in each other's eyes.

The match finally went out after burning for a while, just like the hope in their hearts was ruthlessly taken away.

Darkness enveloped them again, connecting them tightly to this cruel world.

At this moment, they seemed to have been drained of all their strength and courage. They could only stand there silently, letting the tears well up in their eyes but unable to fall.

Lu Murfei's moaning was like a faint candle flame, swaying in the endless darkness. His face was so pale that it was almost transparent, as if he would be swallowed up by the deep night at any time.

Although the moonlight was not yet visible, the desolation and despair had quietly spread, dyeing the surrounding air with an ominous gray.

"This abominable demon! No, it's an existence beyond the demon!" Olier's voice trembled, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. His clenched fists trembled slightly with anger and self-blame. "Lü Murphy, the self-blame in my heart is as turbulent as the tide. How could I, how could I leave him at such a critical moment? It was me, it was me who made him face the unspeakable horror alone, and let him suffer such misfortune."

Lu Murphy's face was full of fatigue and self-blame, and the eyes that once sparkled with wisdom were now dim. "O'Ail, my sins may be more serious than yours. As a detective, I should have protected the safety of every life, but on the road to pursuing the truth, I ignored our most precious trust. I forgot that behind the cold cases are living emotions and lives. His departure cut my heart like a sharp blade. This is the most unbearable blow in my career. How could I have expected that the brave soul would step into the dangerous swamp at all costs, just to pursue a ray of hope?"

Olier's eyes were red with tears welling up in them. He choked and said, "We heard his call, that desperate and mournful voice, which seemed to penetrate the silence of the night and strike the depths of our souls. However, we could only watch him disappear into the darkness, powerless to do anything. That damn hound, where is it hiding? Is it laughing at our incompetence in the dark? And Scourge, the guy hiding in the shadows, he must pay the price for all this!"

Lu Murphy's eyes suddenly became cold, as if they could penetrate the night and look directly into Scourge's soul. "He can't escape. No matter how cunning he is, I will bring him to justice with my own hands. The death of the uncle and nephew is the greatest mockery of the world to us. One lost his mind due to fear, and the other tried his best but still couldn't escape the shackles of fate. We must find evidence to expose the twisted relationship between man and beast and let the truth come to light."

The two stood quietly beside the body that had lost its temperature. Everything around them seemed to be still. Only the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops and the occasional howl of wild animals in the distance broke the silence. Their hearts were filled with grief and helplessness. Their long-term running and efforts seemed to have vanished at this moment, leaving only endless sadness and regret.

As the moon slowly rose, the silver light spread over the earth, bringing a ray of light to this dark world. They climbed up the rock that witnessed the tragedy with difficulty, and stood at the highest point, looking through the night and looking at the mysterious swamp. There, darkness and the unknown intertwined into a huge net, which made people feel terrified. However, a few miles away, a lonely and weak yellow fire flickered in the night sky. That was the direction of Scourge's house and the starting point of their road to revenge.

Olier stared at the flames, the anger in his heart burning like a piece of dry wood. "We can't wait any longer, we can't let that villain get away with it! We have to act immediately and bring him to justice!"

Lu Murphy shook his head, his tone full of reason and calmness. "Ollier, I understand your feelings, but we must remain calm. Solving a case is not based on a momentary impulse, but requires careful planning and evidence. Scourge is a cunning opponent, and if we are not careful, he may escape. Now, the most important thing for us is to collect evidence and ensure that every step is foolproof. Only in this way can we make him have nothing to hide in court."

O'Neill took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. "You're right. We can't let anger get the better of us. So, what should we do next?"

A trace of determination flashed in Lumurphy's eyes. "Tomorrow, we will start a new investigation. We will go deep into the swamp to look for the traces of the hound; we will visit the nearby residents to learn everything about Scourge; we will also carefully examine the scene to find any clues that may have been missed. Tonight, let us hold a simple funeral for this brave friend, so that he can rest in peace in heaven."

The night is still dark, and the wind is still fierce.

The two of them walked hand in hand, slowly down the steep slope, each step seemed to carry a heavy heart, approaching the black figure lying on the cold stone surface. The moonlight was like silver, pouring on this quiet wasteland, reflecting the twisted limbs very clearly, like a sad painting. O'Leary's eyes gradually moistened, tears blurred his vision, he seemed to be able to feel the silent pain and despair, rippling in his heart.

"Lv Murphy, we...we really need to find someone to help us." Olier's voice trembled slightly, with a barely perceptible sob. However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a sudden exclamation. Lv Murphy actually bent down beside the corpse, and his movements were so fast that Olier couldn't help but exclaim.

"Oh my God, you...what are you doing?" O'Neill's voice was full of confusion and surprise. He couldn't believe that this usually serious and self-restrained friend would do such an abnormal thing at this moment.

Lu Mofei seemed not to hear Olier's question. He jumped up excitedly, laughed and grabbed Olier's hand, shaking it non-stop, with a strange light flashing in his eyes. "Beard! Beard! Did you see it? This man has a beard!" His voice was full of the joy of discovering a new world, as if this small detail was enough to change the whole world.

"Has a beard?" O'Neill looked confused. He totally couldn't understand why Lu Murphy was so excited about such an insignificant feature.

"Yes, there is a beard! This means... this is not a baronet, but... haha, this is my neighbor, the fugitive!" Lu Murphy's laughter echoed in the night sky, sounding particularly harsh, but also revealing his irrepressible excitement.

Upon hearing this, O'Neill quickly bent down and carefully examined the body. As expected, under the moonlight, a tuft of blood-dripping beard was tilted towards the cold and clear moon, which was particularly eye-catching. He gently turned the body over, and the beast-like deep-set eyes and protruding forehead instantly came into view, overlapping with the face that flashed in the candlelight in his memory.

"It's him... It's really him!" A complex emotion surged in Olier's heart, both relief at the truth and regret for the loss of life. He remembered the words of the baronet, the stories about the old clothes and the butler. It turned out that all this was arranged by fate, allowing the fugitive to wear Sir Jack's clothes and eventually walk into the abyss of death.

"This is such a terrible tragedy," O'Leary murmured to himself, "but according to the country's laws, he may not be innocent." His voice was full of helplessness and emotion, as if he was putting an imperfect end to the fate of this fugitive.

Lu Murphy seemed even more excited. He talked endlessly to O'Leary about his reasoning and speculation: "This suit is the cause of the villain's death! The hound must have smelled Sir Jack's scent first and was released to track him. The most likely thing is the pair of high-top leather shoes that were stolen in the hotel. Therefore, the fugitive was pursued relentlessly until he fell to his death here."