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

Chapter 197 Detective 4

The next day.

In the quiet moment when the morning light first broke, Mr. Lu Murphy was ready to go. His pink hair shone with a faint luster under the soft light, and his brown eyes sparkled with wisdom and curiosity.

He was wearing simple yet elegant casual clothes, sitting on the sofa by the window, patiently waiting for the arrival of today's client.

The air was filled with a faint scent of lavender, which he had specially prepared to create a warm atmosphere, hoping to give the other person a little spiritual comfort in the subsequent conversation.

At the same time, O'Neill, the capable assistant who always accompanies Lu Murphy, was carefully organizing the documents on the table, occasionally looking out the window, his eyes flashing with anticipation for the mystery to be revealed.

Time passed slowly like fine sand. When the pointer pointed precisely to ten o'clock, there was a slight knock on the door. Then, Dr. James walked into the room with a man of extraordinary bearing.

This gentleman was Sir Jack. He looked particularly dazzling in the sun in his red Scottish uniform, as if he was a knight walking out of an ancient scroll, tough and with a bit of extraordinary gentlemanly demeanor.

"Mr. Lumurphy, Miss O'Leary, this is Sir Jack." Dr. James introduced with a smile, his tone revealing his trust and respect for this friend.

Sir Jack nodded slightly, his eyes showing both inquiry and expectation. "Yes, I am Sir Jack. In fact, even without James' introduction, I would have come to visit in person. This morning, I encountered a very strange thing. A sudden letter confused me."

As he spoke, he slowly pulled out a slightly old gray piece of letter paper from his arms and gently placed it on the table.

Although the paper was ordinary, it seemed to carry an unknown secret, attracting Lu Murphy and O'Leary's attention and making them move closer involuntarily.

The handwriting on the letter was sloppy and hurried, as if the writer had completed it in extreme haste, and the address of "Polish Hotel" seemed particularly abrupt.

The words "Meilan Cross Street" on the postmark remind people of the city's intricate and historic street network.

The time of sending the letter was frozen at yesterday evening, a moment full of mystery.

"Excuse me, Sir Jack, are you sure you haven't told anyone about your residence in the Polish Hotel?" Lu Murphy's voice was gentle and magnetic as he tried to find clues from the details.

Sir Jack shook his head firmly, with a hint of confusion and vigilance between his brows. "That's impossible. I decided to stay at the Polish Hotel at the last minute. No one except Dr. James knew this information."

At this time, Lu Murphy turned his gaze to Dr. James, hoping to get more information from him.

"So, Dr. James, have you ever had any contact with the Polish Hotel? Even indirectly, as a friend or patient?"

Dr. James also shook his head, his eyes full of confusion.

"No, I have never been there and I have never mentioned this place in my social circle. It is really incredible that this letter appeared."

There was a brief silence in the room, and a tense and expectant atmosphere filled the air.

Lu Mofei gently stroked his chin, and various possibilities quickly turned in his mind. He knew very well that this was not just a simple letter, but there might be a complex conspiracy or unknown secrets hidden behind it.

"It seems that we need to investigate the source of this letter in depth," Lu Murphy finally broke the silence, his tone firm and full of determination, "and the possible connection between Meilan Cross Street and the Polish Hotel. At the same time, we also have to consider whether there are other unknown forces secretly monitoring Sir Jack."

Upon hearing this, O'Neill immediately picked up his notebook and began to write down all the key information, preparing for the subsequent investigation.

"Yes, indeed. There is an indescribable subtle feeling in the air. It seems that there is a pair of eyes silently watching your every move in the dark, and they are extremely alert and concerned about your actions."

He gently took out a piece of paper that was carefully folded twice and was exactly 13x17 inches in size from the slightly old envelope, as if from the cracks of time. The edges of the paper were slightly yellowed, revealing traces of time.

He slowly unfolded the paper with an almost ritualistic solemnity, and then spread it flat on the table, as if he was displaying a precious work of art.

In the center of the paper, a sentence cleverly collaged with printed words of different font sizes suddenly caught the eye: "If you cherish every moment of your life, or still maintain that precious sanity and sobriety, then please stay away from the mysterious swamp."

This line of words is like some kind of cryptic warning, or like a call from afar, which makes people feel chilly.

What is particularly striking is that the three words "swamp" are completely different from other printed words. They are written by hand with ink. The handwriting is a little sloppy but full of power, as if silently telling some unknown secret.

"Now," Sir Jack said with a hint of uneasiness and urgency in his voice. He looked at Lumurphy, his eyes flashing with a desire for an answer. "Mr. Lumurphy, your keen observation and extraordinary wisdom may help me solve this mystery and tell me what the real intention behind this letter is. Who is the mysterious person who is so concerned about my affairs that he even uses such an obscure way to warn me?"

Dr. James frowned slightly when he heard this. He responded in a professional and calm manner: "Indeed, sir, from a scientific point of view, there is indeed no sign of any supernatural or mysterious power in this letter. However, people's beliefs often transcend reason. The sender may have firmly believed that there is some extraordinary power or meaning hidden behind this."

"What on earth is going on?" Sir Jack's voice revealed obvious anxiety and confusion. He looked at Lu Murphy and O'Leary, as if searching for clues to the answer on their faces. "I feel like you two seem to know everything about my situation, but I am shrouded in fog and can't see the road ahead clearly."

Lu Murphy smiled, a smile that was both confident and reassuring. "Don't worry, Sir Jack, I will make sure you understand everything we know before you leave this room. Now, let's focus on this letter that was obviously hastily put together and sent yesterday evening."

"O'Lil, I think you mentioned The Times yesterday. Where is it now?"

"It's in the corner over there, next to the bookshelf." O'Neill pointed to a corner of the room where several newspapers and magazines were piled up.

"Well, will you fetch it for me, please? Especially yesterday's editorial page. I think it may contain the clue we need."

There was an indescribable expectation in Lu Mofei's words.

O'Learn did as he was told and quickly handed the copy of The Times to Lu Murphy.

Lu Murphy took the newspaper and quickly turned to the editorial page. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He quickly scanned the densely packed text and finally stopped at a passage about free trade.

He cleared his throat and began to read the text, his tone full of appreciation and recognition: "Perhaps, in today's world full of temptations and misleadings, you will still be deceived by those sweet words and believe that protective tariffs can be a shelter for the development of your industry or industry.

But please allow me to remind you from a rational point of view that in the long run, this short-sighted legislative behavior will only make the country gradually move away from real prosperity. It will not only reduce the total value of our imports, but also reduce the living standards of the people of the entire island nation. "

After reading this passage, Lu Murphy clapped his hands excitedly and rubbed them with satisfaction, as if he had just made a major discovery. "Ollier, look, this is such a forward-looking and profound insight! Don't you think that this profound understanding of free trade is exactly the sober voice that our era needs?"

Dr. James was looking at Lu Murphy with a look full of professional interest at this time, and he was obviously attracted by this discussion.

Sir Jack seemed even more confused. He looked at Lu Murphy and then at O'Leary, as if trying to find clues to the answer from their expressions. "I must admit that I don't know much about economic issues such as tariffs and free trade," he sighed, "but in my opinion, this warning letter about the swamp does not seem to have a direct connection with the editorial we just discussed. Have we strayed from the topic?"

Lu Murphy shook his head slightly, his eyes flashing with wisdom, "On the contrary, Sir Jack, I think we are standing at a critical juncture in uncovering the truth.

O'Learn, although you probably understand my working methods better than anyone, even he may not fully understand the subtle yet profound connection between this editorial and the swamp warning.

This requires us to explore and interpret together.”

"Yes," Sir Jack nodded, although he was still full of doubts in his heart, "I admit that I can't see the connection between the two for the time being. But I believe that with Mr. Lu Murphy here, we will be able to find the answer."

"Okay, sir, we will visit you in the afternoon." Lu Mofei stood up to see the guest off.

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in the afternoon.

In that quaint and elegant Northumberland Inn, he demonstrated his extraordinary self-control.

It is like a carefully crafted artist who hides the turbulence of personal emotions deep in his heart, projecting only a tranquil lake surface to the outside world.

As they gradually moved away from those complicated mysteries, his heart seemed to be gently brushed by a ray of gentle sunshine.

Instead, I immersed myself in the ocean of art.

Every painting in the museum is the result of the hard work of modern Belgian masters.

They quietly tell stories of the past, and when they meet Lu Murfei's sharp eyes, they collide to create a different kind of spark.

Although he is not an expert in the field of art, he lacks a deep understanding of color matching and the delicacy of brushstrokes.

But his pursuit and appreciation of beauty made him forget the troubles of the world at this moment and immerse himself wholeheartedly in this visual feast.

He occasionally touched the frame, as if he was having a conversation with the painter across time and space. His concentration and devotion were so moving.

When we left the art gallery, night had quietly fallen, and the lights of the Northumberland Hotel looked particularly warm in the night.

Lu Murphy and O'Leary strolled along the way, and the topic always revolved around art, as if those strange events had never happened.

However, the sophisticated reasoning machine in his heart never stopped working and remained highly sensitive to every detail.

When we stepped into the hotel lobby, we were greeted by a light scent of lavender mixed with the smell of old wood and leather, which made us feel peaceful.

The accountant greeted them with his usual courtesy and hospitality, and informed them that Sir Jack was waiting upstairs.

At that moment, O'Neill seemed to be able to feel a slight gleam in Lu Murphy's eyes, which was the anticipation and excitement for the answer that was about to be revealed.

"Sir Jack is waiting for you upstairs." The accountant's voice was gentle and clear, just like everything in the hotel, which seemed so orderly.

However, Lu Murphy did not rush upstairs, but suddenly made a seemingly insignificant request - to check the passenger registration book.

This move is undoubtedly a reflection of his keen insight.

He knew very well that this seemingly peaceful hotel might be hiding unknown secrets.

Every name on the register may be the key to solving the mystery.

Sure enough, when he saw the names of John and Mrs. Oak, a barely perceptible light flashed in his eyes.

He seemed to be asking casually about the information of the two travelers, but in fact he was carefully collecting every possible clue.

"This must be the Johnson I know, right?" His tone was somewhat tentative, but more of it was curiosity and vigilance.

However, the gatekeeper's answer broke his expectations.

It turned out that this John was not the lawyer he imagined, but a coal mine owner, a person who had no direct connection with the Yun Che family.

As for Mrs. Oak, although her name caused a ripple in Lu Murphy's memory, it was ultimately just a strange name.

Her arrival seemed to be just one of the many passers-by in this hotel, and had no direct connection with Yun Che's experience.

However, Lu Mofei did not give up, as he knew very well that every detail could be the key to solving the case.

"Thank you, but I'm afraid I can't say she's an acquaintance of mine." He responded politely to the gatekeeper, but he had already secretly memorized the two names in his heart.

On the way upstairs, Lu Murphy whispered to me his findings and speculations.

His words are full of profound insights into human nature and precise grasp of the case.

He told O'Leary that although those forces that were eyeing the Yun Che family did not appear in the same hotel on the surface, they were monitoring and tracking Yun Che in a more covert way.

This contradictory mentality of wanting to get close but being afraid of being discovered undoubtedly exposes their true intentions and identities.

"This is a very telling fact." Lu Mofei's words were filled with pride and confidence, as if he had already seen the dawn of victory.