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In the tranquil and mysterious little place of Lavender Town, the night seems to slip away quietly, replaced by stacked empty wine bottles and floating laughter on the table. With the help of alcohol, the conversation among the three becomes more and more open, from the initial greetings to the later enthusiastic discussions, talking about everything, making the originally somewhat reserved Arthur also become cheerful and smiling.
Town mayor of Mishima and Officer Matsumoto keep urging the wine, their smiling faces appear particularly joyful and satisfied under the indoor lighting. Officer Matsumoto's laughter is sometimes like that of a child, carefree, making people can't help but laugh along. And Town mayor of Mishima shows his passion and kindness in various topics, his smile is warm and friendly, causing Arthur to let go of some of his guard.
As the night deepened, the lively conversations and laughter inside formed a sharp contrast with the cold mist outside. In this unfamiliar and mysterious small town, Arthur felt a long-lost warmth and friendship, truly experiencing the unique charm of this small community and the most sincere kindness between people.
However, as Arthur looked out the window and saw the thickening white fog condensing on the glass, his heart was suddenly pulled back to reality. He gazed outside, and the layers of white fog seemed to remind him that his purpose in coming to this small town was not for enjoyment, but for an important mission to fulfill. His brows furrowed slightly, and the weight of responsibility made him feel somewhat lost and anxious in this pleasant atmosphere.
He took a sip of the wine in front of him, feeling the warmth and stimulation brought by the alcohol, trying to relax himself again, but the sense of mission and responsibility was like a cold wind in the mist, constantly reminding him that he could not forget his original intention in this pleasant conversation.
Arthur was attracted by the rolling white mist outside the window, which was like a mysterious veil, hiding the secrets of Lavender Town. He smiled slightly and said to the mayor, "Is the The white hand hidden in this fog?" His words carried a hint of teasing, but also revealed some curiosity.
Officer Matsumoto When he heard the word " The white hand ", he instantly became tense. His eyes widened, looking somewhat dazed and frightened as he asked incoherently, "Where is the The white hand?" His reaction surprised both Arthur and Mishima, showing that he had a deep fear of this name.
The Town mayor of Mishima smiled slightly at Officer Matsumoto, seemingly trying to ease his tension. However, Officer Matsumoto seemed to be startled, his face turning pale and the wine glass in his hand trembling uncontrollably.
Arthur felt the unease of Officer Matsumoto, and his eyes suddenly became hollow and fearful, as if he had been possessed by some unimaginable force. Watching him start to tremble slowly, Arthur couldn't help but feel a hint of unknown fear in his heart.
Suddenly, as if driven by something, Officer Matsumoto began to roar wildly, his voice filled with fear and despair: " The white hand! Terrifying The white hand! If not sacrificed, he will bring disaster, and the river of blood will engulf the entire Lavender Town!" His pupils suddenly dilated, and his hands trembled violently as he kept grabbing his own hair.
Arthur was startled by his words, and his nerves, which had been slightly relaxed due to alcohol, instantly tensed up. He tightly grabbed Matsumoto's shoulder, his confusion and unease evident in his eyes. He urgently asked, "Matsumoto, what are you saying? Weren't you just saying that The white hand was just a legend? How did it suddenly become so terrifying?"
The town mayor of Mishima immediately sensed that something was wrong. He quickly stood up, trying to pull Matsumoto back to his seat, and calmly explained to Arthur, "Detective, don't worry. Matsumoto has had a bit too much to drink and is just speaking thoughtlessly. Some of us here can be superstitious about old legends, especially after drinking."
But Arthur didn't buy it. He felt that things were not that simple. Matsumoto's eyes were filled with genuine fear, not something that could be expressed by being drunk. He knew that the old policeman's words seemed to hide some major secrets.
The town mayor of Mishima once again tried to ease the atmosphere. He attempted to change the subject and suggested, "Why don't we rest first? There are many things to do tomorrow. I can take you to your accommodation later." His words revealed a sense of urgency, as if he wanted to quickly end this awkward dinner.
Arthur stared closely into Matsumoto's eyes, hoping to find some clues in his terrified expression. He knew that the old policeman seemed to know some secrets he was unwilling to share. However, his doubts did not dissipate, but rather grew stronger. He knew that the mysteries of Lavender Town were far more than what met the eye. He also knew that his investigation tomorrow might encounter unprecedented difficulties and dangers.
As the town mayor of Mishima slowly supported the swaying Matsumoto, he whispered something softly into Matsumoto's ear. The confusion and fear in Matsumoto's eyes seemed to be wiped away in that instant, replaced by a hint of clarity. He lowered his head slightly, seemingly feeling ashamed of his earlier loss of composure.
Arthur looked at Officer Matsumoto's slightly haggard face due to his old age, and his eyes, which had become somewhat cloudy due to the years, now seemed unusually clear. Matsumoto's hands trembled slightly, and he struggled to force a bitter smile. He swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice, "Detective, I'm sorry, I... I'm old, and I've heard the legend of the The white hand since I was young, so I... I'm a bit scared. I'm just being too suspicious."
Arthur couldn't help but be moved by Matsumoto's appearance. He could sense that Matsumoto's fear was genuine and likely triggered by some real events. However, under the influence of alcohol, his thoughts were muddled, and he struggled to form coherent questions to continue probing.
Town mayor of Mishima Seeing Arthur's brief silence, as if guessing his thoughts, he quickly changed the subject again. He showed a warm smile and said, "Detective, it's already late. Why don't we send you back to rest first? Tomorrow we can go to the Pokémon Tower to investigate."
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