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

With an almost pious meticulousness, they untied the ropes and strips of cloth that bound the man one by one. Every movement revealed their tension and anticipation for the truth that was about to be revealed.

Miss Luna's figure, under the gaze of everyone, seemed to be slowly pulled to the ground by an invisible force, her pink hair gently swaying under the dim light, as fragile and sad as a cherry blossom that was about to wither. When her delicate face slowly drooped, O'Leary's eyes involuntarily fell on her slender neck, where the shocking red whip marks were like branding, silently telling of the inhuman torture she had endured.

"This is simply the behavior of a beast!" Lu Murphy's voice was full of anger and indignation. He clenched his fists, as if he wanted to turn his anger into substance and smash this unfair world with one punch. "Tot, where's your brandy? Bring it quickly. We need to let her recover some strength first." He ordered anxiously, and at the same time carefully placed Mrs. Scotch on a chair that looked soft but actually carried endless fatigue. Her eyes were half open and half closed, as if she would fall into deeper darkness at any time.

"Is he... is he safe?" Mrs. Scourge's voice was thin, but with a hint of imperceptible urgency. Her eyes penetrated the fog in front of her, as if she was looking for a distant and familiar figure. "I mean, did that... that him escape?" Her tone was mixed with a hint of complex emotions, both fear of danger and worry about an unknown fate.

Upon hearing this, Lu Mofei replied firmly: "Madam, please rest assured, he can't escape from the net we carefully set up. But, I think you mean..." He paused suddenly, as if he realized something was wrong.

Miss Luna, the silent bystander, finally couldn't suppress her inner anxiety and interrupted, "No, no, Mr. Lumurphy, I'm not asking about my husband. I want to ask, Sir Jack, is he safe now?" Her eyes flashed with anxiety and worry. Obviously, in her heart, Sir Jack's status was far beyond the reach of others.

"Sir Jack, he's fine and is waiting for our news in a safe place." Lu Murphy's answer was concise and powerful, as if it gave Miss Luna a reassurance.

However, Miss Luna's anxiety did not dissipate. She asked again: "Then...what about the hound? How is it?" There was a hint of tremor in her voice, as if the hound also had an unusual meaning to her.

"It...will no longer threaten anyone." There was a barely perceptible heaviness in Lu Mofei's tone. He understood that this sentence might be a relief for Miss Luna, but it was also an unspeakable pain.

After getting this answer, Miss Luna seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden. She let out a long breath, and a long-lost look of relief appeared on her face. However, this relief did not last long, and was soon replaced by a deeper emotion - regret and awakening for everything in the past.

"Thank God!" she murmured to herself, "Thank God for letting me see the truth! Oh, this bastard! What on earth did he do to me!" She pulled up her sleeves suddenly, revealing her arms covered with scars. Those scars were like twisted snakes, recording all the suffering and humiliation she had endured. However, her eyes were extremely firm, "But what are these physical pains? What really makes me want to die is his torture and defilement of my soul. As long as I still hold a glimmer of hope and think that he still loves me, then no matter how he abuses me, makes me lonely and helpless, or even deceives me, I can grit my teeth and endure it. But now, I understand... It turns out that I am just a chess piece in his hand, a toy that he manipulates at will." At this point, her tears finally burst out, turning into strings of crystal pearls, dripping on the cold ground.

Seeing this, Lu Mofei couldn't help but feel pity. He said softly, "Madam, since you have lost all your affection and trust for him, please tell us. Where is he hiding? If you have helped him commit a crime, now is the time for you to atone for your sins and use your information to exchange for his execution."

Miss Luna looked up at Lu Murphy, her eyes gleaming with determination. "He can only flee to one place," she said word by word, "In the center of the Grimpen Mire, there is a forgotten tin mining island. That's where he hides his hounds, and it's also the last refuge he prepared for himself. He will definitely seek refuge there."

Outside the window, the thick fog tightly wrapped the whole world like snow-white wool, shrouding everything in a hazy and unknown state. Lu Mofei slowly walked to the window with an oil lamp, his eyes penetrating the fog, trying to find the road leading to the tin mine island. "Look," he sighed, "In such weather, even the hunters who are most familiar with the terrain can't find the road to the depths of the quagmire. I'm afraid we can only wait until the fog dissipates before making any plans."

However, Miss Luna suddenly laughed, a laugh filled with madness and despair. Her eyes flashed with a strange light, as if at this moment, she had turned all her pain and hatred into the flame of revenge. "He may be able to find a way into the quagmire," she said coldly, "but to want to get out again... humph, that's simply a foolish dream! The path through the quagmire was marked by wooden sticks that the two of us had inserted together. If I can pull them out one by one today... then he will really have to stay there forever!"

As the night deepened, the cold wind penetrated the room through the cracks in the windows, bringing waves of biting cold. Lu Murphy and Olier knew that any risky pursuit would be futile before the fog dissipated. So they left Tot to take care of this house full of secrets and sorrows, and returned to Jack Manor with the baronet.

And Sir Jack, a once spirited and energetic young nobleman, showed amazing courage and strength after learning the true face of the person he loved, but the thrilling night adventure still left an indelible trauma on his nerves.

Before dawn, he developed a high fever and fell into a coma.

Dr. James was urgently called in to treat him, but even so, no one could be sure when he would be able to fully recover and regain his once energetic self.

As Sir Jack recovers, Lu Murphy and O'Neill make a decision - until their friend can completely get rid of the shadow and start a new life, they will embark on a journey around the world together.

Only the vast world and endless scenery can heal the inner wounds and allow Sir Jack to regain his once carefree and spirited self.

The next morning.

When the last wisp of mist slowly faded away like a shy girl, Lu Murphy and his group, led by Miss Luna's slightly hurried but expectant steps, once again set foot on the land that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

This hidden and hard-to-find path that runs through the mud was once the clue to their hope and the starting point for uncovering the truth.

Every step Miss Luna took seemed so firm and eager. Her eyes flashed with determination to reject the darkness of the past and desire for the truth, which made everyone present involuntarily feel what a thrilling and heart-pounding past was hidden deep in the heart of this seemingly weak woman.

They were carefully placed in a narrow and solid peninsula, which was a natural barrier made of peat, like a safe passage specially paved for them by nature.

However, as they gradually went deeper into the swamp, this sense of security disappeared. The ground began to become narrow and muddy, as if every step was on the edge of the unknown.

Along the way, small wooden sticks are scattered like signposts. They are witnesses of Miss Luna's countless wanderings here, and also serve as guides on their way forward.

These sticks led them through the intricate bushes, winding and twisting, sometimes crossing puddles with green foam, and sometimes avoiding muddy pits.

The air is filled with a strong smell of decay, a unique scent interwoven from lush reeds and verdant water plants. It carries with it the vitality of life, but is also mixed with the gloom of death. It makes people frown, yet cannot ignore its existence.

Walking in such an environment, every step seems extremely difficult.

The quagmire seemed to have life, clinging tightly to the soles of their shoes, as if waging a silent battle, trying to drag them into the endless darkness.

Whenever someone accidentally fell into a mud pit, the black, trembling mud would be like the tentacles of a devil, mercilessly pulling at their bodies. Making people feel terrified, but they had to rely on the strength of their companions to struggle free.

At this moment, an unusual black color attracted everyone's attention.

It was a pair of high-top leather shoes, lying quietly in a pile of cotton straw, with the word "Jack" printed on the upper, which was particularly eye-catching.

Lu Mofei took a cautious step, trying to approach this sudden discovery, but unexpectedly he stepped on empty air and instantly fell into a waist-deep quagmire.

Fortunately, his companions came to his rescue in time and pulled him back from the brink of death.

"This mud bath is really special," Lu Murphy smiled bitterly and raised the pair of leather shoes, with a hint of determination in his eyes, "It seems that this is the evidence left behind by our 'friend' Sir Jack."

Auriel frowned and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes when he heard this. "This must have been left by Scourge when he escaped. He let the hounds track the scent of the shoes, but he held the shoes tightly in his hands, trying to cover his whereabouts. It was not until he realized that his plan was exposed that he threw them away in a panic. This is enough to prove that he has indeed been here."

Lu Mofei nodded, his eyes flashing with thought, "Yes, he thought he could escape the punishment of the law, but he didn't expect that the law is so long that nothing can escape it. This pair of shoes is the ironclad evidence of his crime."

However, they could only speculate about Scourge's whereabouts.

The mud in the swamp was like a greedy beast, devouring all traces, making it impossible for them to find more clues about Scourge.

They could only infer from the existing evidence that Scourge had struggled through this land of death in the thick fog of yesterday, trying to escape to his secret hiding place.

However, fate did not seem to let him off easily, and the dirty yellow mud of the big quagmire eventually swallowed him up completely, leaving this cruel and ruthless man sleeping forever under the swamp.

Standing on the solid land and looking back, Lu Mofei and his group felt mixed emotions.

After a brief pause, they continued to move forward.

Deep down you can see a small island surrounded by swamps.

It is surrounded by a vast, muddy swamp, as if it is an invisible barrier set up by nature, isolating it from the noise and prying eyes of the outside world.

In this forgotten land, explorers slowly uncovered a long-forgotten secret. Every step they took echoed history, and every glance captured the afterimage of the past.

As they explored deeper, traces of time erosion gradually emerged, like a silent narrator, slowly telling stories of the past.

A huge steering wheel lies alone in the weeds, its surface covered with mottled rust, witnessing the glory of the roaring machinery in the past and the desolation of its current abandonment.

Not far away, there is a half-hidden vertical pit, which is filled with all kinds of waste in a disorderly manner and exudes a stale and decayed smell. This is undoubtedly the remnant of the mine ruins, reminding people that this was once a treasure land that gold diggers dreamed of, until the suffocating stench of the mud swallowed up all hopes and dreams.

Following the winding path, the explorers came to a dilapidated scene - the remains of several miners' cabins. Their walls had long collapsed, and only a few scattered pieces of rubble remained on the roofs, crumbling under the erosion of wind and rain.

These huts were once a short-term haven for miners, but now they are only filled with endless desolation and sadness, as if whispering about the forgotten history.

In a particularly hidden cabin, the explorers found even more surprising clues: a horseshoe lying quietly in the corner, next to a rusty chain and several bones that had been gnawed beyond recognition. These relics silently told a story about loyalty and betrayal.

The broken skeleton, with a few strands of brown hair clinging to it, was particularly dazzling in the dim light. It was the remains of a curly-haired spaniel. It had once been the most tender concern in someone's heart, but now it had turned into eternal silence.

"Look, it's a dog!" There was a hint of disbelief and regret in Lu Murphy's voice, "Oh my God, it's the Curly-haired Spaniel, Dr. James's favorite, but now it has ended up like this." Her tone was full of mourning for the loss of life and deep reflection on the complexity of human nature.

O'Leary stood aside, his brows furrowed, a hint of confusion and fatigue in his eyes.

He knew very well that even though they had discovered these shocking evidences, the secrets of the island seemed far from being fully revealed.

Scourge, the cunning hunter, how many unknown tricks does he have hidden?

The paste in the tin gave off a strange glow, which was undoubtedly Scourge's "secret weapon" that made the hound appear like a ghost in the dark.

He cleverly used the legend of the demon dog passed down from generation to generation to plant the seeds of fear deeply in people's hearts, not only to scare away those who tried to approach his secrets, but also to cover up his own ulterior conspiracy.

Those cries, echoing in the silent night, are like calls from hell, chilling people's hearts.

Scourge knew that even if he could temporarily imprison the Hound, he would not be able to completely eliminate the threat and fear it posed.

Therefore, he could only take the risk of letting the horrible creature see the light of day again when he thought it was foolproof.

Scourge exploits people's fear of the unknown and weaves an intricate web, entangles innocent people in it, just to achieve his own ulterior motives.