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

The moonlight barely penetrated the thick clouds, casting mottled light and shadows, adding a bit of weirdness to this quiet place.

Lu Murphy and O'Leary walked side by side. Although their steps were steady, there was a subtle eagerness, as if every step was on the edge of the unknown and danger.

"We are finally about to touch the truth hidden in the darkness," Lu Murphy's voice was low and full of determination, and his words were mixed with anticipation and awe for the upcoming challenges.

"This guy's nerves are so strong that they are beyond the imagination of ordinary people! Even after discovering that his conspiracy had accidentally taken away an innocent life, facing the shock and fear that should have made him collapse, he was still able to maintain that suffocating calmness."

"Remember, O'Leary, I once told you about this in detail in a brightly lit city, on a busy street corner. Now, on this desolate swamp, I feel it even more deeply - we have never encountered such a cunning and difficult opponent."

O'Leary's brows were furrowed, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, a mixture of regret and worry.

"I do feel sorry," he said slowly, his tone revealing his deep concern about the situation. "I regret that the innocent soul became the victim of this conspiracy, and I regret even more that he, the mastermind, had the honor of catching a glimpse of you. Your existence should have been the sharpest sword in the secret operation, but now it may be exposed because of it."

Lu Mofei nodded slightly, with wisdom flashing in his eyes, as if he had already foreseen and accepted this inevitable change.

"At first, I also had such concerns," he admitted, "but the world is unpredictable, and some things happen beyond human control. However, this may not be a bad thing. At least he knows that we are not unaware. This may make him more cautious in his next actions, or it may prompt him to gamble everything and take more extreme measures. After all, those criminals who claim to be smart often overestimate their wisdom and think they can easily play with us."

Upon hearing this, O'Neill frowned even more tightly. He asked in confusion, "If that's the case, why don't we take this opportunity to bring him to justice immediately? Let justice be served and let evil have nowhere to hide?"

Lu Murphy smiled slightly, and in that smile there was both admiration for O'Leary's straightforwardness and a sense of helplessness towards reality.

"My dear Olier, you are always so eager to help others. Your passion and courage are my most precious treasures," he explained gently, "but we must look at the problem rationally. Suppose we arrest him tonight, then what can we get? Just an enraged enemy and a pile of evidence that cannot directly prove his crime. In this complicated case, every step needs to be taken with caution, because there is a devilish conspiracy hidden behind it. If our goal is only to catch this 'puppy' performing on the stage, but ignore the 'master' who really controls everything, then our efforts will be meaningless."

Olier was obviously not satisfied with this answer. He shrugged and retorted, "But we have evidence! Isn't Uncle Jack's death the most direct evidence?"

Lu Mofei shook his head gently, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

"Evidence? I'm afraid that's just our belief, not a fact that can be recognized in court," he analyzed patiently. "Uncle Jack's death was indeed a tragedy. There were no scars on his face, but his eyes told of endless fear. You and I both know that he was scared to death, and the source of that fear was the shadow we were looking for. But the problem is, how can we make the twelve jurors sitting in the court feel this fear and see the eyes hidden in the darkness? Hounds will not leave bite marks on dead prey, and Uncle Jack's death happened just before the hounds appeared. All of this is like a carefully arranged fog, making it difficult for us to get to the core of the truth."

O'Leary sighed, obviously deeply touched by Lu Murphy's words.

"Then, everything that happened tonight can't be used as evidence?" he asked, with a reluctant gleam in his eyes.

Lu Mofei pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head.

"Tonight's situation is exactly the same as last time," he said solemnly. "We heard the hound's roar again and felt the frightening breath, but there is still no direct evidence to prove that it is necessarily related to the man's death. We did not see the hound attack him with our own eyes, nor did we find any clues that could directly point to the criminal. All of this is like a carefully planned mystery, waiting for us to solve one by one."

O'Neill was silent. He knew very well that what Lu Murphy said was true, but the resentment and anger in his heart were hard to calm down.

At this moment, Lu Mofei's voice sounded again, with a hint of imperceptible firmness.

"But, O'Neill, please don't lose heart," he encouraged. "We are not without hope. Mrs. Ellen Lovework may be the key to our breakthrough in this case. As long as we can gain her trust and tell her everything, we may be able to find the hidden truth. Moreover, I also have my own plan, which is being implemented step by step. Today, we just need to do the things in front of us well and don't worry too much about tomorrow."

O'Leary raised his delicate eyebrows slightly, his eyes flashing with a bit of playfulness and curiosity, as if he was looking for some unknown answer: "Hey, Lu Murphy, are you really going to step into the gate of Jack Manor together? There are many unknown secrets and stories hidden there."

Lu Murphy's steps seemed unusually steady, and every step seemed to be carefully considered. He nodded slightly, with a hint of unquestionable determination in his voice: "Yes, O'Neill. It's time to end the days of hiding. However, before I step into the manor, I want to remind you again. Regarding the hound, let us keep this secret together. Let Sir Jack think that Seldan's death is as simple and direct as the lie carefully woven by Scotch. In this way, he may be able to face the unknown challenges that are coming tomorrow with a more tenacious attitude. I remember your report mentioned that they have agreed to have a dinner party at Scotch's mansion tomorrow night, right?"

Upon hearing this, O'Neill nodded slightly, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, as if he was weighing something: "Well, I also received an invitation. However, since you said so, I will naturally find a suitable reason to decline. Sir Jack, he really needs to face some things alone, so that everything can proceed smoothly according to our plan."

"As for now, if I remember the time correctly, we seem to have missed the dinner bell, but perhaps a warm midnight snack can bring some comfort to our tired hearts." O'Neill continued.

As night fell, the gate of Jack's manor slowly opened, as if welcoming a wanderer who had not returned home for a long time.

The moment Sir Jack saw Lu Murphy, the expression on his face was indescribable. In his surprise, there was an unconcealable joy.

In the past few days, the expectation in his heart was like a bud in spring, hoping that Lu Mofei's arrival would bring a glimmer of life to this gloomy manor.

However, when Sir Jack noticed that Lu Murphy came empty-handed, without any luggage, and did not mention the reason, a trace of doubt quietly climbed up his eyebrows. But soon, this doubt was thrown behind his mind, and replaced by a warm welcome to Lu Murphy's arrival.

He quickly made arrangements and together with O'Leary prepared everything Lu Murphy needed, trying to make him feel the warmth of home.

At the supper table, the candlelight flickered, reflecting the different expressions of the three people. O'Neill and Lu Murphy carefully recounted their experiences of the day, those thrilling moments, those contests between justice and conspiracy, all of which were presented to Sir Jack in the most gentle way.

They chose their words carefully, and told Sir Jack only those parts that he needed to know, fearing that the omission of any detail would make him unable to bear the burden.

Olier also took the initiative to take on the responsibility of informing the housekeeper and his wife of the news. This was a difficult task, because for the housekeeper and his wife, although their brother was a synonym for ferocity in the eyes of the outside world, half beast and half devil, in their hearts, he would always be the innocent child who played with them when they were young and held his sister's hand tightly.

This sudden bad news was undoubtedly a heavy blow to their hearts.

When Olier revealed everything, the housekeeper and his wife's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations. They did not cry hysterically, nor did they make angry accusations. They just silently grabbed their aprons, and tears rolled down like pearls from a broken string. It was a silent mourning, a deep remembrance and reluctance to part with their deceased loved ones.

Perhaps there is someone in this world who can see through his ferocious appearance and touch the softest part of his heart.

However, even in such sadness, there is a hint of irony and sadness. This man who had committed many evil deeds in his life, when he died, did not even have a woman who truly cried for him.

His crimes are too numerous to list, and all that is left behind is endless regret and sorrow.

"Since the dawn broke the tranquility of the dawn, Oriel has been like a butterfly looking for a puzzle, gently flapping its wings and flying away from this mansion caressed by the morning light. As the owner of this mansion, a baronet who abides by his promises, I feel unprecedented boredom and loneliness in this empty house." The baronet narrated slowly, his voice intertwined with pride in self-discipline and a faint regret for missing joy. "I know that as a gentleman, keeping promises is the glory of the soul. I am like a knight guarding the holy fire, staying here unswervingly. However, every time when the night is quiet and the moonlight shines through the window lattice onto my desk, the unattended invitation lingers in my heart like a ghost - Mr. Scotch's letter is full of sincere invitations between the lines. His party must be a feast of laughter and starlight. If I had not made an unbreakable oath to fate, perhaps I would have been immersed in that joy and let my heart be free."

"Your persistence is indeed admirable." Lu Mofei's voice was as cold as an ice spring, without any emotion. "But please allow me to be frank. When our hearts were tightened with worry, thinking that you had encountered an accident, the pain and fear might not be what you wanted to see. Although we should be relieved to know that you are safe and sound, how can this relief not be mixed with a hint of complicated emotions?"

Sir Jack heard this, and a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes, as if his thoughts were swept away by a sudden storm: "This...what is going on? Why am I so close to danger?"

Upon seeing this, O'Leary stepped forward to explain, his tone filled with helplessness and sympathy: "It was an unfortunate misunderstanding. A poor man wearing your clothes was dragged into this storm for some unspeakable reason. Our servant may have inadvertently become the promoter of this misunderstanding. As for the innocent man, he may be facing a police investigation. His fate is unfortunate and regrettable."

Upon hearing this, Sir Jack smiled faintly. In that smile, he expressed his feelings about the impermanence of the world and his confidence in his own judgment. "Haha, it seems that I was too cautious. There are no marks on those clothes that can identify his identity. It will be extremely difficult for the police to track him down."

However, Lu Murphy's eyes were like a sharp blade, piercing through the superficial ease: "The god of luck may favor you, but the scales of law never favor anyone. In this complicated case, your actions, no matter for what reason, have touched the bottom line of the law. As a detective, my duty is to uncover the truth and uphold justice. O'Leary's report is like a mirror, clearly reflecting your situation. Although I am reluctant, it is my duty and I have to consider taking necessary actions."

Hearing this, the baronet could not help but feel anxious: "So, what about our case? Have you ever caught a clue in this fog? Since O'Neill and I set foot in this land, we have been like blind men groping in the dark, hitting a wall everywhere."

A mysterious smile appeared on the corner of Lv Mofei's mouth, and that smile contained infinite wisdom and confidence: "Please rest assured, the fog will eventually dissipate, and the truth will come out. This is an unprecedentedly complex case, like an intricate web that tightly entangles us. But please believe that I, Lv Mofei, will be able to use my wisdom and perseverance to solve those unsolved mysteries one by one. Although there are still many doubts lingering in my mind, please give me some time, and I will reveal the truth of all this to you."

Sir Jack's eyes flashed with determination when he heard this: "I have personally heard the frightening sound of hounds in the deep swamp. It is definitely not something that can be explained by illusory superstition. In the vast land of the West, I have been with countless dogs and know their calls very well. If you can really capture that mysterious hound and make it bow down in front of me, I, Jack, will wholeheartedly acknowledge that you are one of the rare great detectives in the world!"

Lu Mofei nodded gently, his tone revealing unquestionable firmness: "Your trust is my motivation to move forward. As long as you are willing to lend a hand and fight alongside me, I believe that the hound hiding in the dark will eventually have nowhere to hide. But please remember that sometimes, for the sake of a greater goal, we have to temporarily give up questioning the process. Please trust my judgment and blindly follow, which may be the key to victory."

Upon hearing this, Sir Jack nodded and agreed without hesitation: "No matter how difficult the road ahead is, as long as you give the order, I, Jack, will go through fire and water without hesitation."

Lu Mofei's eyes once again focused on the void above O'Leary's head, as if he had penetrated the barriers of time and space and saw the truth that was about to emerge. The light shone on his face, coating his well-defined face with a layer of golden light. At that moment, he seemed to have really transformed into a wise man in ancient legends, leading everyone to the unknown shore with his extraordinary wisdom and calmness.