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Chief of Police's eyes seemed to pierce through the barriers of time and space, returning to that mysterious town forever shrouded in white mist. He slowly said, "At that time, I carried the body of Detective Gumshoos and set foot on the road to Lavender Town. Upon arriving in the town, the pervasive white mist rushed towards us. It was so dense that it seemed to engulf everything in an endless sea of fog. Whether it was day or night, the mist tightly enveloped the entire town, giving a sense of eerie and oppressive feeling."
His tone carried a hint of indescribable sorrow and confusion, "Upon arriving in Lavender Town, I first took Detective Gumshoos to the local crematorium, watching it turn to ashes in the flames. After the cremation, Detective Gumshoos was reduced to a small box of ashes, its life turned into that pale gray. Then, I took its ashes to the Pokémon Tower, hoping to find a spiritual place to lay it to rest."
Chief of Police's words are filled with reminiscence of the unusual experience at the Pokémon Tower. He seems deeply drawn to the scene at that time, as he slowly continues to narrate: "The appearance of the Pokémon Tower has been eroded by time to the point where the original features are almost unrecognizable. The ancient stone is covered with moss and cracks, but the mysterious aura is even stronger. There was a mist, a white, chilling mist that lingered in every corner of the tower, flowing as if it had a life of its own."
It seems as if he can see the scene from that time in his eyes: "When I entered the Pokémon Tower, the mist seemed to thicken, and with every step, I could feel the mist tightly enveloping me. Its coldness pierced through my clothes, reaching into my soul. Shrouded in the mist, everything around became blurry, only some shadows could be seen flickering in the mist. Those were the trainers and their Pokémon, their figures appearing so distant and mysterious in the mist."
Chief of Police's voice became low: "In that thick fog, I could even hear some faint murmurs and prayers, but I couldn't see the people speaking. Everyone seemed isolated in their own world, worshiping and praying alone. The air inside the tower was heavy and oppressive, each floor seemed to hold countless stories and secrets. As I ascended, the mysterious and eerie feeling grew stronger, the fog on each level thicker, and the spirits seemed to carry more sorrow and mystery."
His eyes revealed some memories, and he continued slowly: "After finding a suitable resting place, I placed Gumshoos inspector's ashes and lit incense, praying for it. Suddenly, I felt a slight breeze cutting through the fog, brushing my cheeks. That breeze carried an unusual feeling, as if it was a call from another world. I shivered, but then suppressed my fear, praying for Gumshoos inspector, hoping it would find peace in this mysterious place. I stood there, recalling the days spent with Gumshoos inspector, its loyalty, kindness, and intelligence. Although it had left me, I believe it can find peace in the company of Pokémon in the tower."
Chief of Police spoke with a subtle change in tone, as he continued to reminisce: "At that time, when I left the shrine of the Gumshoos detective, I suddenly heard someone calling my name. The voice was ethereal yet clear, carrying an indescribable shock. I immediately turned to look for the source of the voice, but all I saw was the thickening white fog around me. The silence in the fog made it feel like time had frozen in that moment, every sound unusually clear, but the voice that called me never sounded again."
He seemed to be drawn by his own memories, and slowly said: "I didn't want to stay in that eerie tower for long, so I hurried towards the exit. However, the layout inside the Pokémon Tower seemed anything but simple, and the fog made the visibility extremely blurry. I felt like I had been walking for a long time, but the exit seemed unreachable. Just as I finally saw the exit and was about to leave the tower, a monk suddenly emerged from the fog and tapped my shoulder without warning."
Chief of Police's tone became somewhat solemn: "At that moment, I was almost speechless with fear. The old man's appearance was so sudden, and it felt very unusual. He was dressed in ancient and tattered monk's robes, his blind eyes empty and hollow, yet strangely, they seemed to be staring straight at me, as if seeing right through me. I felt chills running up my spine, and an inexplicable fear rising in my heart."
Chief of Police's recollection seemed to delve deeper into an unknowable fear. He slowly continued, "The old man's laughter, sharp and indifferent, echoed in the silent tower, intertwining with the lingering mist, creating ominous images. His words pierced my heart, 'A white hand rests on your right shoulder,' this sentence echoed in my ears, each word feeling like a cold tentacle slowly wriggling in my mind."
His gaze became distant, as if he had returned to that eerie moment once again: "I distinctly felt something on my right shoulder, gently pressing down, the sensation was cold and eerie. I turned my head sharply, but all I saw was thick white fog, as if it concealed countless unfathomable secrets. I searched for the old man's figure again, but he had already disappeared into the white fog, leaving behind only silence."
He swallowed hard, as if the fearful memory made him very uneasy: "My rapid breathing echoed in the silent tower, each breath seemed to be telling me that this place harbored unspeakable secrets. I felt a strong sense of unease and decided to leave this place immediately. With each step, the fear in my heart deepened, as if every corner held unknown dangers."
Chief of Police seemed to have a hint of fear in his eyes: "As I slowly walked out of the Pokémon Tower and looked back, the ancient tower appeared even more eerie and indifferent under the shroud of white mist. It seems to be a mystery that Lavender Town cannot unravel, hiding too much unknown and fear."
His voice trembled, carrying a deep warning: "Arthur, the reason I told you about this experience is simply to make you understand that Lavender Town is not an ordinary place. Its mystery and strangeness far exceed our imagination. You must be fully prepared psychologically and maintain the highest level of vigilance on your way to Lavender Town. The things there may far exceed your imagination." His eyes were filled with a profound warning, as if passing on his fear and vigilance from many years ago to Arthur.
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