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Without waiting for Arthur's response, the town mayor of Mishima had already taken Arthur and Matsumoto's hands, preparing to leave the shop. Arthur felt somewhat helpless; he had originally wanted to probe Matsumoto further, but seeing the expression on the town mayor's face, he knew that pressing the issue at this moment would only make things more complicated, so he had no choice but to follow him for now.
Matsumoto's steps seemed very unsteady, as if each step required considerable effort. His seventy-year-old body appeared to be swaying like a candle in the wind within the white mist. His complexion also became slightly pale, and the recent fear seemed to have taken a toll on him.
With the brisk pace of the Mishima town mayor, Arthur and Matsumoto followed closely behind him, walking through the thick white fog on the quiet night road of Lavender Town. Matsumoto's steps were evidently unsteady, each one seeming to require effort to maintain balance, his figure appearing so lonely and fragile in the mist. The town mayor quickly reached Matsumoto's side, supporting him firmly to ensure he wouldn't fall on the road. He said to Arthur, "Mr. Detective, we'll take Matsumoto home first, then head to your resting place. It's easy to get lost in the white fog at night, so we need to be careful." His tone carried a hint of concern, but Arthur didn't know if he was genuinely worried or had ulterior motives.
Passing through one alley after another, at times the light of street lamps shone through the white fog to illuminate their path, while at other times they were enveloped in the silence and darkness of the mist. Matsumoto's home wasn't far, but with his unsteady gait, the journey progressed quite slowly.
Under the guidance of the town mayor of Mishima, the three of them crossed the fog-covered path and arrived at Matsumoto's doorstep. It was a simple hut, but its age was evident. The town mayor of Mishima helped Matsumoto open the door. After Matsumoto slowly expressed his gratitude to the town mayor of Mishima and Arthur, he entered the house and closed the door behind him, leaving the town mayor of Mishima and Arthur in the night. After confirming Matsumoto's safe entry, Mishima turned to Arthur and said, "Detective, Mr. Matsumoto is old and sometimes says things that don't make sense. I hope you won't take it to heart. Now, let me take you to a place to rest."
Arthur nodded, but he was still puzzled by Matsumoto's recent behavior. He knew that everyone in this town seemed to be controlled by some kind of fear, and the legend of The white hand seemed to be the source of this fear.
Town mayor of Mishima walked ahead of Arthur, his figure slowly advancing in the dense white fog. With each step, the sound of his shoes meeting the stone path reverberated in the mist, seemingly merging with the surrounding fog, creating a sensation of walking in a dream. Arthur's mind was still affected by alcohol at this moment, feeling somewhat dizzy and disoriented, making his familiar and clear thinking seem elusive.
The thick and eerie white fog added to the overall mysterious and unpredictable atmosphere. Every shadow and every sound in the fog made Arthur's nerves tense. He couldn't help but recall Officer Matsumoto's earlier panic and the subtle changes in the expression of Town mayor of Mishima.
He tried hard to stay awake, rubbing his temples in an attempt to clear his mind. But the scene before him seemed to constantly remind him that this small town was not only mysterious but also filled with unknown dangers. A sense of alertness arose in his heart, unable to completely shake off the influence of intoxication.
Whenever his thoughts began to drift, the tired dragging of shoes by the town mayor of Mishima would occasionally pull him back to reality. The monotonous and heavy dragging sound seemed particularly loud in the enveloping white mist, sending a chill down Arthur's spine. It was like a constant reminder, telling him about the abnormality and unknowns of this small town.
He couldn't help but quicken his pace, trying to shorten the distance with the Town mayor of Mishima. He didn't want to lose his direction in this fog, nor did he want to completely succumb to that unsettling feeling. But no matter how hard he tried, that eerie feeling seemed to always tightly entangle him, making it impossible for him to completely let go of his vigilance.
In the confusion of the fog, Arthur's steps involuntarily became somewhat disordered. He stumbled carelessly, and the stones under his feet rolled, his front foot kicking a twisted tree root on the ground. He lost his balance, stumbled, and sat on the damp ground, splattering mud on his clothes, leaving a few black marks.
He quickly patted the dirt off his body, stood up in a hurry, only to find that the surrounding mist seemed to become denser, and his vision became blurry. He quickly looked around, but couldn't find the figure of the Town mayor of Mishima. The previously clear sound of footsteps also disappeared in the mist, leaving only the sound of the mist drifting in the night wind, and the distant screams of some animal.
Arthur's heart tightened, immediately realizing that something was wrong. He quickly looked around, trying to find the direction in which the Town mayor of Mishima disappeared in the white mist. However, the mist was too thick, and he could hardly see anything. He could only vaguely see the blurry tree shadows and buildings around him.
He tried to stay calm, recalling the route they had just taken, but in the enveloping mist, all directions became blurred. He attempted to shout loudly, "Town mayor of Mishima! Town mayor of Mishima!" But the only response he received was the emptiness in the fog and the distant echo.
He felt the chill behind him becoming more and more pronounced, and his unease was gradually escalating. He knew that losing direction in such white fog was very dangerous, especially in this town full of unknowns and mysteries. He quickly took out his phone, wanting to call the town mayor of Mishima, only to find that there was no signal.
This made Arthur even more anxious. He forced himself to calm down and think about what to do. He knew that blindly searching at this time would only make the situation worse. He needed to find a relatively safe place to wait for the fog to dissipate a little, or for the town mayor of Mishima to come back and find him.
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