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

A slightly gloomy afternoon.

As the two men said goodbye to Sir Jack, there seemed to be a hint of barely perceptible anger and confusion in the air.

In Sir Jack's deep eyes, there was worry about the unknown journey and confusion about Lu Murphy's decision, but in the end, he chose to trust and turned to embark on another unknown journey.

After two hours of hurried journey, we arrived at Akali Station. This busy transportation hub looked particularly solemn and mysterious in the afterglow of the setting sun.

On the platform, a simple-dressed, handsome little boy was waiting anxiously, his eyes flashing with anticipation and nervousness for the upcoming mission.

When he saw us, he immediately came forward, his voice somewhat childish but polite: "Excuse me, gentlemen, is there anything I can help you with?"

Lu Mofei stopped and stared deeply at the approaching train in the distance, as if he was thinking about some important decision.

After a moment, he turned around and said with unquestionable firmness: "My child, you will take this train to the heart of the city. Once you arrive at your destination, please send a telegram to Sir Jack in my name as soon as possible. Tell him that if I accidentally left behind a very important notebook in that hasty departure, please be sure to send it to the familiar address on Mink Street by registered mail. This is not just the loss of a writing tool, but also an indispensable part of our plan."

After hearing this, the little boy nodded seriously, although he was full of doubts, as if he understood the importance of this task.

He turned around and trotted towards the post office at the station. His thin figure seemed particularly agile as he moved through the crowd.

Soon, the little boy hurried back with a telegram, his face filled with joy of completing the mission.

Lu Murphy took the telegram, glanced at it quickly, and then handed the important information to O'Leary.

Olier took the telegram and saw the short and powerful words on it: "Telegram received. Prepare immediately, bring blank arrest warrant, and arrive at 5:40."

"This is the reply to the telegram I sent this morning." Lu Murfei explained with a slight smile.

"This public detective is the most intelligent and capable of the many colleagues I know. His arrival may increase the chances of success for the operation we are about to launch."

When O'Neill heard this, he couldn't help but feel a complicated emotion in his heart.

He was impressed by Lu Murphy's foresight, but also felt a little uneasy about the dangers he might face in the future.

But he knew that he was already standing on the chessboard of this game, and there was no way out, whether he moved forward or backward.

He seemed to have foreseen that the net woven around the sharp-nosed barracuda was gradually tightening under their careful planning until it firmly locked the target.

As the last rays of sunset disappeared over the horizon, the hustle and bustle of Akali Station gradually calmed down.

In that quiet moment gently embraced by the afternoon sun, Mrs. Ellen Aywerk was sitting in her spacious and slightly solemn office, surrounded by an indescribable calm atmosphere.

The sunlight filtered through the half-open curtains, dappled onto her desk, interweaving with her gentle yet resolute expression to create a warm and slightly mysterious picture.

When the two visitors, Mr. Lu Murphy and his friend Dr. O'Leary, quietly stepped into this quiet place, there seemed to be an unusual atmosphere in the air.

A hint of surprise flashed across Mrs. Allen's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an elusive emotion. She had not expected that the visitor would start their conversation in such a direct and undisguised way.

"I came here with a heart that seeks the truth, to gain a deeper understanding of the sudden and mysterious death of the late Uncle Jack." Lu Murphy's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed carefully crafted, striking the heart.

His words revealed an unquestionable determination, which made Mrs. Allen slightly startled. She secretly guessed the other party's intentions and hidden cards.

"You mentioned concealment," she responded in a slightly provocative but calm tone, "I really don't understand, what on earth have I concealed that would make you so upset?"

Although her voice was soft, it revealed a power that could not be ignored, as if she was defending her own honor and innocence.

"Mrs. Allen, you have admitted that you asked Uncle Jack to go to that specific place at that decisive moment - and that was where his life ended abruptly. How could such a coincidence be so amazingly consistent if it was not intentional? What you concealed is the truth behind these seemingly unrelated but actually closely related events."

Hearing this, Mrs. Allen shook her head slightly. Her hair shone softly in the sunlight, but her eyes revealed a firm denial.

"There is no connection between these events as you imagined. They are just accidental intersections, nothing more." Her voice was soft but firm and unquestionable.

However, Lu Murphy did not back down. Instead, he continued more firmly: "If this is true, it is undoubtedly the most incredible joke of nature. But in my opinion, there are few pure coincidences in this world. I believe that as long as we dig deeper, we can always find those clues hidden in the dark, connect them one by one, and restore the true face of the incident. And now, I want to tell you frankly, Mrs. Allen, based on the evidence we have now, we have reason to suspect that this is not just an accident, but a carefully planned murder."

What is even more shocking is that in addition to your friend Mr. Scourge, even his seemingly innocent partner may be deeply involved and unable to extricate himself.”

These words were like a bombshell, instantly causing a thousand waves in Mrs. Allen's heart.

She suddenly stood up from her chair, her body trembling slightly with shock and anger, and her eyes, which were always gentle as water, were now shining with disbelief.

"His wife!?" She almost screamed these words, her voice full of disbelief and shock.

Lu Mofei nodded slightly, there was no wavering in his eyes, only determination that the truth was about to be revealed.

"Yes, Mrs. Allen. This secret is no longer a secret. The woman who has been mistaken by the outside world as Mr. Scotch's sister is actually his wife. This discovery undoubtedly opens a new door for our investigation."

Mrs. Allen fell back into her chair, holding the armrests tightly with both hands, as if they were her only support at the moment.

Her fingers turned white from the effort, the pink hue of her nails standing out from the pressure.

There was shock and despair in her eyes, as if the whole world had collapsed at this moment.

"His wife..." She murmured again and again, her voice full of disbelief and pain, "But he has never been married! How is this possible..."

Her voice gradually faded, but the shock and confusion in her eyes became more and more obvious.

"I came here to prove this to you." Lu Murphy said as he handed the photo to Mrs. Allen. "This is a photo of them taken in Yorkshire four years ago. On the back of the photo it says 'Mr. and Mrs. EMI Vice President', but I believe you can recognize them at a glance. Especially if you have ever crossed paths with them."

Mrs. Allen took the photo and her eyes lingered on it for a long time.

The two people in the photo are smiling brightly, and their eyes are full of longing and happiness for the future.

She looked up at Lu Murphy and Dr. O'Leary, with a hint of complicated emotions in her eyes.

"This..." She hesitated, as if she had a thousand words to say but didn't know where to start.

"And these," Lu Murphy continued, "are materials sent by several reliable witnesses about Mr. and Mrs. Vandale. At that time, they opened a private elementary school and were quite famous in the local area. These materials record in detail their identities, lives, and the evaluations of the people around them. I believe that after you read them carefully, you will have a deeper understanding of their true identities."

Mrs. Allen took the material and looked through it page by page.

As she read further, her face became paler and paler, and the light in her eyes gradually dimmed.

When she finally put down the materials, she slumped in the chair as if all her strength had been drained out of her.

Her eyes looked ahead with emptiness and despair, as if she had lost all hope and struggle.

"Are you still in doubt now?" Lu Mofei's voice sounded particularly heavy and serious at this time.

He knew that his words had cut through Mrs. Allen's defenses like a sharp knife, making it impossible for her to escape this cruel reality.

Mrs. Allen did not answer, but lowered her head silently and let her tears fall silently.

At this moment, she finally realized that the secrets and lies she had been guarding could no longer continue.

The sunlight shines through the gauze curtains, dappled in every corner of the room, adding a bit of warmth to this slightly dull space.

Mrs. Allen sat in a carved wooden chair, her hands folded in her lap, her eyes flickering with mixed emotions, a mixture of relief and unresolved entanglements.

"Mr. Lu Murphy," Mrs. Allen's voice was soft and slightly trembling. She spoke slowly, as if every word she uttered required great courage.

"I think it's time to uncover those dusty secrets. This person was once a light in my life. I thought he could illuminate my way forward, but I never imagined that behind that light was endless darkness and deception."

She paused, took a deep breath, and continued, "He, the man I thought I would rely on for the rest of my life, actually made an extremely ridiculous request to me - as long as I could give up my marriage to my husband, he would marry me."

"At that time, I was blinded by love and thought this was a second chance given to me by God. Little did I know that all this was just a lie he carefully wove, a trap that made me fall into the abyss step by step."

A bitter smile flashed in Mrs. Allen's eyes, and that smile contained too much helplessness and regret.

"I naively thought that everything he did was for our future, so that we could be together legitimately. However, reality was like a sharp knife, ruthlessly cutting my fantasy. I gradually realized that I was just a pawn in his hands, a tool to achieve his ulterior motives."

At this point, Mrs. Allen's voice choked a little, but she held back her tears and continued, "I began to question whether such a relationship was worth my continued protection. Why did I remain so loyal to him? Why did I conceal his evil deeds for him? I questioned my heart countless times in the dead of night, but I could never find the answer."

Lu Murphy listened quietly, his eyes full of sympathy and understanding.

"Madam, I can fully understand your feelings at the moment. Bringing up these past events is undoubtedly a kind of mental torture for you. But please believe that only by facing the past bravely can we find true relief."

He paused and continued, "Regarding that letter, I think it was Mr. Scotch who instigated you to write it. He took advantage of your gratitude to Uncle Jack and made you mistakenly believe that it was a letter of help that could solve your predicament. But in fact, it was a conspiracy he carefully planned."

Mrs. Allen nodded, a flash of pain in her eyes.

"Yes, I wrote the letter at his dictation. He told me that as long as I could get financial support from Uncle Jack, I could smoothly settle all the expenses in the divorce lawsuit. At that time, I was so dazzled by the temptation of money that I didn't realize that something was wrong."

Lu Murphy sighed softly and continued, "After you sent the letter with hope, Mr. Scotch suddenly changed his mind. He told you that accepting help from others would damage his self-esteem, and he would rather go bankrupt than solve the obstacles between us by himself. These words, now it seems, are just lies he made up to cover up the truth."

Mrs. Allen's eyes were slightly red, but she tried hard not to let the tears fall.

"That's true. Since then, I haven't heard any news about that incident. It wasn't until the death that I vaguely felt that something was wrong. But at that time, I was so scared by him that I dared not say anything. I could only endure the torment in my heart silently."

Lu Murphy patted the back of Mrs. Allen's hand gently to comfort her.

"Madam, you have done a great job. Facing such a predicament, you did not choose to escape, but stood up bravely. I believe that justice may be late, but it will never be absent."

He stood up and looked firmly at Mrs. Allen.

"Now, we have enough evidence to expose Scourge's true face. Please rest assured that we will definitely seek justice for you. And you should let go of the burden of the past and start your new life again."

After saying this, Lu Murphy and O'Leary left the room together.

In the busy and slightly noisy station, the afterglow of the setting sun lazily sprinkled on the mottled ground.

On the platform, two detectives stood tall, like two standing pine trees, quietly waiting for the express train that was speeding in from the depths of the bustling city.

"Hey, O'Leary, the tedious preparations before solving the case are like a carefully woven web. Every detail is closely connected. Those seemingly intractable problems disappear one by one under our wisdom and hard work." Lu Mofei's words were filled with pride and expectation. His voice was like a spring breeze, gentle and powerful.

Oriel smiled slightly, a smile that showed both recognition of his companions' abilities and excitement for the upcoming adventure.

"Yes, Lu Murphy, this case will definitely become the most brilliant chapter in our career. When future criminologists read those thick books, they will definitely mention that in 1916, in that small town caressed by history, a case occurred that was enough to subvert the traditional detective concept. And our names will also stand shoulder to shoulder with those legends."

At this moment, a low and powerful roar broke the tranquility of the station. It was an express train coming from the city. It was like a giant silver dragon, roaring through the night, carrying unknown messages and hopes, and stopped steadily beside the platform.

The door slowly opened, and a short but very strong man, like a bulldog ready to go, jumped out of the first-class carriage nimbly. His eyes were sharp, as if he could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

The three of them completed the handshake ceremony quickly and tacitly. The warmth and trust conveyed from their fingertips made O'Neill deeply feel the growing wisdom and charm of Lu Murphy since their cooperation.

He recalled how this partner, who was good at logical reasoning, used his unique insights and sharp words to enlighten and inspire him time and time again, even though he used to be more inclined to pragmatism.

"Hey, new friend, it looks like we have big things to do tonight." O'Neill asked in a teasing tone. He noticed that when the new partner looked at Lu Murphy, his eyes were full of admiration and respect. It was a recognition and respect for true talent that had stood the test of time.

"Oh, this is definitely the most important operation in recent years!" Lu Mofei's tone was full of unquestionable confidence, "In the next two hours, we might as well enjoy a sumptuous dinner and let our taste buds participate in this feast of wisdom.

Then, my friends, let us stroll together on that mysterious swamp, letting the cool night breeze take away the urban dust on us and blow away the fog that has troubled us for many days.

Believe me, the experience you have never had before will slowly unfold on this land and become an indelible chapter in your memory. "