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As the car slowly advanced on the road shrouded in thick fog, Arthur felt like he had entered another world. The fog grew denser, enveloping the surroundings in a blurry white, with only a small area in front of the headlights remaining visible. The road became narrow and bumpy, with each turn making him feel like he was delving into unknown darkness. He tightly gripped the steering wheel, his heart beating rapidly, but he forced himself to stay calm.
The surroundings seemed to grow increasingly eerie. Mixed in the fog were the cries of Pokémon, sometimes sharp, sometimes low, as if it wasn't just his car wandering in the fog. These cries echoed in the air, as if something was secretly observing him. Arthur couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine, but he knew he couldn't back down at this moment.
He constantly checks the instruments in the car to ensure that everything is operating normally. His eyes are fixed on the navigation system, confirming that he has not deviated from the correct path. As the car moves forward, he continues to recall various legends and unsolved mysteries about Lavender Town in his mind, making him feel like he is delving into the depths of an unknown mysterious world.
Suddenly, a sharp cry of a Pokémon comes piercing through the mist, causing Arthur's heart to jump into his throat. He instantly tightens the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, and his alertness reaching its peak. He knows that in such an environment, any slight disturbance could mean the arrival of danger.
The mist seemed to be gradually thickening, and the cries of the Pokémon around became more frequent and piercing. Each cry made Arthur feel like it was warning him that this mysterious little town was not so easily approachable.
Shrouded in the thick fog, Arthur struggled to maintain his direction and find the right path. He kept adjusting the switches of the headlights, ensuring they were at their maximum brightness. However, in this almost indiscernible situation, every step forward made him feel like he was groping in the dark. His heart raced, and his palms began to sweat. He understood that in this environment, even a small mistake could lead to unforeseeable danger.
He tried to stay calm and constantly reminded himself not to relax in the slightest. Suddenly, a sudden impact came from the rear of the car, shaking the entire body of the car. Arthur's heart jumped to his throat, and he slammed on the brakes, causing the car to rapidly decelerate in the fog until it came to a complete stop.
His breathing became rapid, and his heart was pounding. He quickly opened the car door, grabbed a gun and a flashlight from the passenger seat, and then walked to the back of the car to investigate. The fog still lingered, and visibility remained blurry, but he could sense that something was wrong. He turned on the rear lights, trying to shine the light around. Vaguely, he saw some traces on the ground, but the fog was too heavy to see anything clearly.
He tightly grasped the flashlight and shone the light towards the back of the car. A faint handprint appeared in his line of sight, clearly imprinted on the rear of the car. The handprint seemed to carry a chilling abnormality, making him even more nervous. He looked around, but besides the thick fog, he couldn't see anything.
Arthur cautiously approached the back of the car, his gaze fixed on the faint handprint, trying to find any unusual clues. He felt a chill emanating from the handprint on the back of the car, as if it carried some unknown evil. A sense of alertness rose in his heart, and this mysterious little town seemed to be even more dangerous and eerie than he had anticipated.
As he carefully examined the fingerprints, suddenly, a sinister laughter came from the white mist, as if it had traveled through the fog from a distant place, sending shivers down his spine. Arthur's heart raced, and he immediately raised his gun, keeping a sharp eye on the thick fog, trying to locate the source of the laughter.
He tightly gripped the flashlight, shining its beam into the mist, but could only see the fog trembling under the light, without finding any shadow. He took a deep breath, suppressing his fear, and shouted loudly, "Who's there? I'm a third-grade detective from the Saffron City General Police Headquarters of the Kanto Region. Show yourself immediately!"
The sound echoed in the mist, but there was no response. Only the eerie laughter appeared and disappeared in the mist, as if mocking Arthur's helplessness. Enveloped in the white mist, Arthur gradually felt tense. His eyes scanned around, and the flashlight in his hand quickly swept through every possible corner, trying to find the source of the laughter. However, no matter how he turned, the eerie laughter seemed to have a life of its own, darting around him, making it impossible for him to pinpoint its exact location.
Suddenly, the laughter became clear again, intermittently uttering the words, "...fresh...meat!" The words echoed in the mist, sending a chill down Arthur's spine. His heart raced, and cold sweat formed on his forehead. He realized that this could be some unknown threat, and he had to remain vigilant at all times.
Arthur tightly gripped the gun in his hand, vigilantly scanning his surroundings. He tried to stay calm, taking deep breaths to steady his emotions. However, the eerie laughter and cryptic words made it impossible for him to fully relax his guard.
He took a step back lightly, then swiftly turned, aiming the gun towards a spot not far away in the mist. His gaze was sharp, striving to detect any unusual movement in the fog. However, aside from the eerie laughter, he found nothing. The world in the mist seemed to be veiled in a mysterious shroud, preventing anyone from glimpsing its true nature.
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