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Matsumoto gently patted Fortune teller on the shoulder, trying to comfort her, saying, "Don't worry too much. We mainly came to see how you're doing and if there are any living supplies you need." His tone was gentle, but Fortune teller did not seem to be eased by it.
After hearing Matsumoto's words, Fortune teller seemed unconvinced. She tightly gripped the broom and nodded silently. Her gaze remained fierce and very alert. She coldly said, "It's all because your car is too noisy. It woke me up from a beautiful dream, and when I came out, I accidentally knocked over a pile of things in the house."
Her eyes were cold, and then she pointed to the things on the ground and said to Matsumoto, "You have to help me restore those things later. I can't move very well right now." Matsumoto smiled helplessly and said, "Of course, Zhaonai."
After that, Fortune teller slowly turned and walked into the house, making a gesture for Matsumoto to follow. Matsumoto smiled and followed. Arthur also wanted to follow behind Matsumoto into the house, but Fortune teller seemed to sense his movement. She suddenly turned around, her face showing a serious, even fierce expression, and said sharply, "You're not allowed in. I don't want your bad luck to infect my home."
Her words were filled with unquestionable authority, obviously not willing to compromise. Arthur was shocked by the intense reaction of the fortune teller, and he stood there, completely unsure of how to respond. As he watched the fortune teller's figure walking away, he felt a sense of helplessness and also sensed the coldness and isolation of this small town.
Officer Matsumoto awkwardly smiled on the side, also not expecting the fortune teller to react so intensely. He looked at Arthur with a hint of apology in his eyes, seemingly unsure of what to do as well.
Arthur had to retreat and stand outside the cabin, watching as the fortune teller disappeared inside. He couldn't help but feel the mystery and confusion of the town deepen once again.
Alone outside the fortune teller's and Zhao's house, Arthur waited for the conversation between Matsumoto and the fortune teller to end. Occasionally, the sound of reprimand came from behind the old wooden door, each word filled with anger and dissatisfaction, while Matsumoto apologized gently, his voice carrying helplessness and compliance. This contrast made Arthur even more curious about what story the fortune teller's past was hiding, making her so harsh and cautious.
The world outside seemed to form a stark contrast with the intense dialogue inside the house. Arthur looked around in the gentle breeze, trying to find some clues from the desolate and decaying surroundings. The residence of the Fortune teller appeared dilapidated, with the front yard filled with old kitchenware and furniture. He could see scratches and damages on the pots and pans, revealing the wear and desolation of time. The wooden fence was on the verge of collapse, barely providing any protection, with each plank showing signs of weathering and erosion.
He walked to the back of the house and found a sealed ancient well. The well was covered by a heavy stone slab, surrounded by wild grass and dry leaves. Judging from the condition of the well, it seemed to have been unused for a long time, forgotten in the river of time. He tried to push the stone slab but found it extremely heavy and immovable. He couldn't help but wonder if there was a hidden story behind the well, and whether it had some connection to the Fortune teller or this mysterious little town.
As time passed, the sounds of reprimand and apology continued inside the house, and Arthur was gradually affected by the desolate and decaying atmosphere around him, giving rise to a sense of loneliness in his heart. This mysterious little town seemed to hide countless stories and secrets in every corner, waiting to be uncovered. He sighed softly and continued to wait in the cold wind, hoping to glean some useful information from the fortune teller to help unravel the mystery of Lavender Town.
Arthur waited outside the fortune teller's door for nearly ten minutes, feeling increasingly restless. The surroundings near the house seemed to hold nothing more for him to investigate, but inside, the fortune teller's angry reprimands and Matsumoto's gentle apologies continued. He thought that, given Matsumoto's personality, this conversation would probably continue for some time. Arthur reluctantly decided to circle back through the house's backyard and head towards their car parked in the alley, intending to wait in the car until Matsumoto and the fortune teller finished their conversation.
He walked slowly through the dilapidated courtyard towards the narrow back door. Just as he was about to leave the yard, his gaze was suddenly drawn to an object buried under a pile of broken pots and pans. As he approached for a closer look, he realized it was a small wild temple, covered by weeds and debris, almost completely buried underground. He squatted down, carefully moved away the debris, and revealed the full appearance of the wild temple.
The small temple was very ancient and in a state of ruin. Through the shadows, he could still make out a few words and symbols remaining on the temple door, although they were now blurred, he could still sense its former sacredness and dignity. He gently pushed open the temple door and found that the deity inside was gone, leaving only the broken base and some burnt incense. There were obvious signs of hacking on the walls and pillars of the temple, as if it had suffered severe damage. There were also several smashed pottery jars on the ground, with the offerings inside long gone, leaving only some residue and ashes.
Arthur's curiosity was thoroughly aroused, and he wanted to know what story was hidden behind this forgotten temple, and whether it was related to the Mysterious Events in Lavender Town. He took out his phone, quickly took some photos, and tried to record the surrounding environment and the characteristics of the temple. Inside the temple, he found a broken plaque, the words on it were already blurred, and he could only vaguely see the two characters "Bai... Shen."
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