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Arthur and Matsumoto both flicked the remaining cigarette butts in their hands and then stamped them out on the ground, making sure not to leave any hidden dangers. They worked together to tidy themselves up, preparing for the next step of their operation. Arthur walked towards the car door, opened it, and sat in the passenger seat, while Matsumoto returned to the driver's seat and started the car.
As the car started, Matsumoto slowly drove the car onto a road leading to the Pokemon Tower. As they ventured further, the surrounding landscape began to become increasingly desolate. The sparse trees, yellowing grass, and the entire environment exuded a desolate and eerie atmosphere.
Arthur looked at the rapidly changing scene outside the window, feeling a bit nervous. The mysterious disappearance at the Pokemon Tower and the eerie warning from the fortune teller Zhaonai all gave him a sense of foreboding. He couldn't help but put his hand on the gun at his waist, seeking some comfort and security.
The atmosphere inside the car seemed a bit tense. Officer Matsumoto occasionally tried to say something to ease the tension, but Arthur's thoughts were clearly fully focused on the upcoming investigation. As the vehicle gradually approached the Pokemon Tower, determination and resolve flashed in Arthur's eyes as he prepared to face whatever unknowns and challenges lay ahead.
The car stopped in front of the Pokemon Tower, and the surrounding white mist still pervaded the entire area even in the morning sunlight, adding an eerie atmosphere to this already mysterious place. Matsumoto and Arthur got out of the car, and as Arthur closed the car door, he looked up at the towering Pokemon Tower.
The tower was at least ten stories high, giving off a sense of grandeur and mystery. Its appearance was somewhat similar to a traditional Buddhist pagoda, exuding an ancient cultural atmosphere. The tower was made of stone, and with the passage of time, the surface of the stone had become slightly worn, but one could still feel its former solemnity and strength.
The entrance to the tower is a huge wooden door, carved with intricate patterns that seem to tell an ancient story. Although the door doesn't have an obvious lock, it appears rarely opened, with dust and dry leaves accumulating in the cracks, indicating that this place is seldom visited.
Arthur took a deep breath, adjusted his gear, and then nodded towards Matsumoto, signaling readiness to enter. The two of them walked hand in hand towards the heavy wooden door, prepared to uncover the mystery behind the Pokemon Tower.
When Arthur and Matsumoto pushed open the heavy wooden door together, it creaked slowly as it opened, as if it were proof that no one had visited for a long time. Matsumoto, panting, said as he pushed the door, "I haven't been here for a long time. It's still the same!" His voice carried a hint of nostalgia and complex emotions.
As the door opened, a cold, eerie wind blew out from the tower, carrying a sense of foreboding. Arthur instinctively raised his hand to shield his face and felt a shiver run down his spine. He turned to Matsumoto and asked, "Why haven't you been here for so long? What happened here?"
Officer Matsumoto's gaze lingered on the gloomy interior of Pokemon Tower, his face revealing complex emotions. He took a deep breath and began to explain slowly, "This tower holds special significance for Lavender Town. It is not only a place to mourn departed Pokémon, but also a testament to the deep bond between trainers and their Pokémon."
Turning to Arthur, he looked at him with a hint of sadness, "Since the disappearance cases occurred, a sinister shadow has loomed over this place. The townspeople started avoiding it, feeling it brought misfortune and fear. And our police force has been stretched thin, making it difficult for me to come here again."
Matsumoto's voice carried a hint of heaviness: "You may not know, but one of my very important Pokémon is also buried here. Every time I come here, it makes me think of a lot of past events and stirs up emotions. So, I try to avoid coming here as much as possible to prevent those painful memories from resurfacing."
Listening to Matsumoto, Arthur couldn't help but feel the special significance that the Pokémon Tower held for Matsumoto. At the same time, he also understood more clearly why the tower was being avoided and the many secrets it might hold in this case. He nodded to show that he understood Matsumoto's feelings.
Arthur and Officer Matsumoto passed through the heavy, ancient wooden doors of the Pokémon Tower, entering the gloomy and quiet first-floor hall. The interior of the hall was dim and empty, with only a few faint lights flickering, seemingly attempting to fend off the surrounding shadows. Ancient paintings depicting ancient legends related to Pokémon hung on the tall walls, each exuding a mysterious and sorrowful atmosphere.
The central counter was desolate and old, with the wooden surface showing signs of long-term use under the dim light. On the wall behind the counter hung rows of number plates, each number representing a sad story, a lost memory. These number plates swayed slightly with the cold wind blowing from the depths of the tower, emitting eerie creaking sounds that echoed in the silent hall, as if it were the whispers of departed souls, sending a shiver of horror down one's spine.
Arthur looked around and felt an invisible sense of oppression. Every corner of the hall, every stone slab, seemed filled with unknown and mystery. He noticed that some corners of the tower were covered in dust, and in those corners, some small ghost-type Pokémon were huddled. Their eyes were hollow, seemingly silently expressing the sadness and loneliness of this place.
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