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

"Oh my, what an amazing moment!"

O'Learn and Sir Jack jumped up from their seats almost at the same time, their eyes full of confusion and curiosity, as if they were pulled by an invisible force, closely following Lu Murphy's slowly moving gaze.

Lu Mofei stood there, tall and elegant, but beneath his calmness, there was a hint of indescribable excitement, like an undercurrent surging beneath the calm surface of a lake.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and his gaze gently swept across the wall that was covered with portraits of family history and glory. Each portrait carried a past and a story.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which was a sincere admiration for beauty and a deep awe for the art that had been accumulated over time.

However, mixed with this appreciation, there is also a subtle excitement, just like a treasure hunter who finally glimpses the outline of the treasure, and his heartbeat speeds up a little.

"Allow me, a connoisseur of beauty, to offer you my most sincere praise."

Lu Murphy's voice was soft and magnetic. He waved his arms gently, as if guiding invisible notes, making the air in the room vibrate.

His fingertips drew graceful arcs in the air, and finally stopped on the portraits. Each one seemed to be given life, quietly telling its story.

"Ollier, you are always so modest and unwilling to acknowledge my vision, but I know that it is only because of the jealousy deep in your heart."

There was a hint of playfulness in Lu Mofei's words, yet he was still graceful. He knew his friend's character very well and could always give him some harmless teasing at the right time.

“We may always have different views on art, but that’s the fun of life, isn’t it?”

Upon hearing this, Sir Jack showed a gentle smile on his face. He looked at Lu Murphy with surprise, as if he was really meeting this friend for the first time.

"Lu Murphy, your vision is always so unique that people can't help but admire it. I know I am a layman when it comes to these paintings. Compared to the appreciation of horses or castrated bulls, I may be able to say a few words, but in front of these works of art, I can only admit defeat."

His tone was full of humility and sincerity, making people feel a rare beauty of humility.

Lu Mofei smiled and nodded, his eyes sweeping across the row of portraits again, as if he was having a silent conversation.

He spoke slowly, and gave a detailed evaluation of each painting: "This Taylor work has delicate and emotional brushstrokes, especially the lady in the blue silk dress. Her eyes seem to contain thousands of words, making people want to find out. And the fat gentleman with a wig over there is undoubtedly a masterpiece of Master Hill. The solemnity and majesty are simply intimidating."

Sir Jack listened to Lu Murphy's comments and couldn't help but admire him secretly.

He nodded and said, "You are right. These paintings are indeed the treasures of the family. The butler once introduced their origins and the stories behind them in detail to me. I think I have memorized them by heart."

Lu Murphy's eyes suddenly stopped on one of the portraits. He pointed at the gentleman holding the telescope and asked, "Who is this? His eyes are full of wisdom and determination, as if he is a warrior about to embark on a journey."

Sir Jack carefully identified him and replied, "That's my great-grandfather, Rear Admiral Jack. He served under General Rodney in the West Indies and was a brave and fearless warrior."

His tone was full of pride and admiration.

Lu Murphy pointed to another portrait: "What about this gentleman in a blue coat holding a roll of paper?"

"That's my grandfather, Sir William Jack."

Sir Jack's eyes flashed with a gentle light, "During the administration of Prime Minister Bai Ruo, he served as the chairman of the House of Commons Committee and contributed his own strength to the prosperity of the country."

Lu Murphy's eyes continued to wander, and finally stopped on the portrait of a knight wearing a black velvet cloak and a ribbon.

A complex expression appeared on his face, as if he was deeply attracted by some kind of power. "Who is this knight? His eyes seem to hide endless secrets and stories."

Sir Jack's expression changed slightly. He sighed and said, "This man... He is the bad Sir Xiuguo. He is an indelible stain in our family's history. The roots of many misfortunes can be traced back to him. The legend of Jack's hound started from him. People in our family will never forget him."

Upon hearing this, O'Neill also came closer. He looked at the portrait with curiosity and surprise, as if he wanted to get a glimpse of the forgotten history from it.

Lu Mofei shook his head gently and said, "Oh my God! He does look like a peaceful and docile person, but for some reason, I can always see a hint of rebelliousness and uneasiness in his eyes. I have imagined his image countless times in my mind, but I never thought he would be such a complex and contradictory existence."

Sir Jack silently turned over the back of the portrait, where the name and date were engraved in golden letters.

He said softly: "The authenticity of this portrait is unquestionable. It bears witness to the glory and shame of our family, and it also reminds us to always remember the lessons of history."

Dinner time was approaching, but Lu Mofei's eyes never left the portrait.

He seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and couldn't extricate himself.

While enjoying his midnight snack, his eyes would occasionally look towards the portraits on the wall, as if he was having a conversation with them across time and space.

The portrait of Sir Xiuguo was like an invisible thread, tightly entwining his heart and making him unable to let go.

As the noise in the ballroom died down, Sir Jack quietly left and returned to his private space decorated with classical charm.

Oriel's thoughts were like the strings of a guitar gently plucked by the moonlight, slowly unfolding a melody of exploration.

Lu Murphy held the soft but firm candlelight in the dormitory, like a lighthouse leading the lost people home, leading O'Leary back to the banquet hall full of mysteries and stories.

The flickering candlelight illuminates the portrait on the wall, which has gone through the baptism of time and has slightly mottled colors.

The characters in the painting are dressed in complicated costumes and wear wide-brimmed hats decorated with gorgeous feathers. The fringe of hair on their foreheads is curly and elegant, and the collar is inlaid with delicate white lace. Every detail reveals the aristocratic style of the past.

However, the most eye-catching thing is the pair of deep eyes and tightly pursed thin lips. They seem to have crossed the boundaries of time and space, conveying an indescribable seriousness and majesty, and even a hint of imperceptible indifference and stubbornness, which makes people involuntarily feel awe.

Lu Mofei's voice, like the gentlest night breeze in the night sky, gently brushed past O'Leary's ears: "Can you capture some subtle clues in this portrait?"

His tone was full of anticipation, as if he had foreseen the secret that was about to be revealed.

Upon hearing this, O'Neill's eyes involuntarily focused on that serious face, savoring every detail.

She noticed that the outline of the chin, although not very obvious, had a subtle resemblance to Sir Jack's outline, as if they were two similar waves in the sea, accidentally meeting each other and then moving away.

"Well, the chin does look somewhat like Sir Jack's." O'Neill replied softly, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone, but more of a desire for the unknown.

A hint of approval flashed in Lu Murfei's eyes, and he jumped lightly onto a chair with an agile posture, like a dark knight on a mission.

He held the candle high in his left hand and bent his right hand skillfully, like an artist adjusting the light and shadow on the canvas, cleverly covering up some of the decorations on the portrait, allowing the eyes and chin to appear more clearly in front of O'Leary.

"Oh my God!" O'Neill almost exclaimed, the scene before him was as incredible as a dream.

The face in the portrait, with Lu Murphy's skillful treatment, was surprisingly similar to Scotch's face, as if Scotch himself jumped out of the canvas and stood in front of them.

Seeing this, Lu Mofei curled up a smug smile at the corner of his mouth. In that smile, there was both pride in his keen insight and anticipation for the truth to be revealed.

"Haha, you figured it out!" He laughed, "My eyes have been trained countless times, and they can penetrate the surface decoration and see the essence of things. This is the basic skill of a criminal investigator, and it is also our secret weapon."

O'Leary nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

“That’s amazing! Perhaps this is not just an ordinary portrait, but key evidence that hides Scourge’s true identity.” Her voice was full of certainty, as if she had seen the dawn of truth.

"Indeed," continued Rümerfeld, "this is not merely a coincidence of appearance, but a vivid example of atavism, both physical and spiritual. Studying family portraits can sometimes reveal secrets lost in time, and even make us believe in ancient legends of reincarnation. It now seems clear that Scourge is a member of Jack's family, and may well be the conspirator who attempted to usurp the inheritance."

O'Leary's mind suddenly became clear, and she finally understood Scourge's motives and ambitions.

“It turns out that he has been secretly planning all this just to seize the wealth that does not belong to him.” She whispered, her tone containing both anger towards Scourge and emotion about the complexity of human nature.

Lumurphy nodded in agreement. "Yes, this portrait not only reveals Scourge's true identity, but also provides us with a vital clue. Now, we have grasped his weakness, just like a hunter has locked onto the traces of his prey. I bet that before tomorrow night, he will be struggling desperately in our net like the butterfly he caught himself."

At this point, Lu Mofei suddenly burst into a hearty laugh, and the laughter echoed in the empty banquet hall.

O'Leary knew that every time Lu Murphy laughed like this, it meant that another criminal was about to be caught by the law and receive the punishment he deserved.

"With a pin, a piece of cork, and a piece of card," Rumourfield added with a smile, "we can nail Scourge to the specimen display room in Baker Street forever, and let him serve as a warning to all those who intend to do harm."

"Oh, O'Lil, you woke up just in time!"

Lu Murphy stepped into the room with a childlike innocent smile on his face, and his eyes, shining with the plan that was about to be put into practice, seemed to light up the entire room.

"Today is the day for us to show our skills!"

As he spoke, he rubbed his hands together. The joy he felt for the upcoming challenge was like a flower blooming in spring, brilliant and vibrant.

Olier rubbed his sleepy eyes, and his voice was filled with laziness and curiosity: "Have you checked the swamp? Are those carefully laid nets secure, waiting for the prey to be caught?"

Lu Mofei nodded slightly, with a mysterious smile on his lips: "Yes, my dear friend, the net has been laid, and every thread carries our hope and wisdom. Now, we just have to wait for the cunning big barracuda to fall into the trap, or we can use our wisdom and courage to pull it out from its hiding place."