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Arthur turned around and bowed deeply to the town mayor of Mishima, expressing his gratitude: "Thank you very much for your warm hospitality today, Town mayor of Mishima."
There seemed to be a strange moment in the town mayor of Mishima's eyes, but then his face returned to its usual gentle smile. He nodded and said, "You're welcome, Detective Arthur. I hope we can cooperate well during your investigation. The case of the missing population may keep you here for a long time, so I hope we can establish a good relationship between us."
After speaking, he took the initiative to pat Arthur on the shoulder, with a friendly smile on his lips: "There's been a lot going on today, and you've worked hard too. Get some rest early. If you need anything, come find me anytime." Then they bid each other goodnight. Town mayor of Mishima turned and walked towards the neighboring house, gradually disappearing into the thick fog and night.
Arthur stood in front of the wooden house, looking at this simple and warm dwelling. He pushed the door open and walked in. Although the wooden house only had one floor and didn't have many luxurious facilities, it had the basic necessities of life, simple yet comfortable. The air in the wooden house seemed to carry a hint of woody fragrance, making people feel very relaxed.
He walked into the room and turned on the light. The warm glow illuminated the entire space, making the originally slightly cold wooden house feel much cozier. Arthur looked around at the simple and practical furniture, the tidy bed, and the small table by the window with a bottle of water and a few pieces of bread on it, apparently prepared by the town mayor of Mishima.
He sighed softly, feeling a bit weary from the day's experiences, but also filled with anticipation. He knew that the investigation in this mysterious little town would likely be full of unknowns and challenges. But regardless, he was ready to face them.
Arthur simply organized himself, then lay on the bed and closed his eyes. In the last moment before falling asleep, he couldn't help but think of the strange expression in the eyes of the town mayor of Mishima, wondering if there was a hidden secret behind it.
Although exhaustion had taken most of his energy, Arthur's mind was still filled with countless thoughts about Lavender Town. As he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts surged like the tide. The town mayor of Mishima and Officer Matsumoto, in their brief interaction, appeared very friendly and enthusiastic, but Arthur felt that they both seemed to be hiding some secrets, or were unwilling to easily reveal certain things.
He thought, what kind of secrets are hidden in this mysterious little town, those strange phenomena, and the mystery and vigilance of the townspeople. Although he felt somewhat isolated in the current situation, he also knew that it was his duty to gradually unravel these mysteries.
He got up and gently turned off the small lamp on the bedside. As the light disappeared, a layer of darkness enveloped the room, with only the moonlight and white mist outside the window quietly flickering, adding a touch of mystery and eeriness to the quiet night.
Arthur lay on the bed, feeling the softness and coolness of the sheets. Despite his thoughts raging like a wild wind in his mind, his eyelids couldn't help but droop, and waves of fatigue spread from the center of his body to his limbs. He tried hard to stay awake, to think more about Lavender Town, but his body seemed to have reached its limit and refused his command.
As time passed, he felt himself gradually relaxing, and his thoughts began to blur. The sharp and tense clues and questions, under the assault of fatigue, became less clear and piercing. His breathing became steady and regular, and his body gradually sank into a soft and comfortable state.
In the end, he stopped struggling and let fatigue and drowsiness take over. He felt himself floating lightly, as if being carried by soft clouds, gradually drifting away from the heaviness of reality. He gradually entered the dreamland, entering a new world, a world no longer limited by reality.
In the dream, Arthur felt a hint of unease, and the low growl of a Growlithe echoed in his ears, warning of unknown danger ahead. He tried to see the surroundings, but the thick white fog was like an impenetrable veil, separating him from the outside world. Subconsciously, he reached for his waist, wanting to draw his gun for protection, but realized the gun was gone. This made his heart tighten suddenly, and the nervous feeling pierced through him like a cold wind.
He tried to stay calm, his breathing becoming tense and rhythmic, making an effort not to be dominated by fear. His gaze was fixed ahead, trying to find some tangible substance in the elusive white mist.
Suddenly, he saw that there seemed to be some invisible force pushing through the white mist, as if some creature was slowly approaching. The mist was pushed aside, forming a blurry passage, and at the end of the passage, there seemed to be a shadow swaying, walking slowly towards him. The mist swirled, carrying a cold and deathly silence, making one feel like they were walking on the edge of death.
The shadow slowly approached, and with each step, the mist seemed to be pushed aside by it. Its form was faintly visible in the mist, resembling a human figure yet also like a monster. It had no distinct outline, only a vague and blurry shadow drifting in the mist, exuding an eerie and mysterious atmosphere.
Arthur's heart pounded wildly in his chest, and he instinctively wanted to step back, but it felt like his feet were rooted to the spot and he couldn't move. The invisible entity seemed to sense Arthur's fear, and as it drew closer, he suddenly felt his entire body being tightly held by an invisible force, unable to move. He struggled to break free, but the force only tightened, making it difficult for him to even breathe.
As the shadow approached, a wave of icy coldness slowly rose from Arthur's spine, gripping tightly at his neck. Arthur could feel as if icy fingers slowly slid over his neck, then suddenly tightened. He felt his breath being cut off, and the whole world was gradually becoming blurry.
And those icy fingers seemed to be more than that, slowly sliding towards Arthur's chin, and then somehow had already been stuffed into his mouth. The icy, chilling sensation made Arthur want to vomit, but he didn't even have the strength to cough. He felt those fingers constantly exploring in his mouth, each touch making him feel deeply nauseous and fearful.
He wanted to scream, but it seemed like something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't make a sound. His heart was filled with fear, and everything in front of him seemed incredibly terrifying and eerie. He tried hard to open his eyes and end this terrifying dream, but all his efforts seemed to be in vain.
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