At the same time the gunshot sounded, Anderson's entire body suddenly collapsed, dodging the bullet in an awkward manner.
As for Klein, who didn't understand the situation, he had already leaped to the other side. As he activated his Spirit Vision, he drew his revolver.
At that instant, his first thought was that Anderson had gone overboard with his hunting last night and had attracted revenge. All he wanted to do was shout, "I don't know him! It has nothing to do with me! "
At this moment, at the dining table beside Anderson Hood, a burly man in a shirt with his sleeves rolled up threw away his cutlery. He suddenly pulled out a double-barreled shotgun that had long been loaded from beneath his chair, aimed it at the ground, and pulled the trigger from a commanding position.
His actions were almost identical to the hotel owner's shot. It was just that there were more steps, so he was slower.
Bang!
The canister shot out, and countless tiny particles formed a honeycomb pattern on the ground. Although Anderson managed to roll in time and dodge most of the bullets, he was still hit by some of them. His side was instantly mangled.
Klein was just about to shoot the burly man with the double-barreled shotgun to help Anderson Hood escape danger when he realized that the man was in the same state as the hotel owner. His expression was blank, filled with shock and horror, as though he had finally sobered up.
That's not right. They aren't the real attackers … Klein rationally stopped his finger from pulling the trigger as he quickly scanned the restaurant.
Seeing that he didn't discover anything with his Spirit Vision, he immediately pinched the first joint of his index finger twice with his left thumb, activating his Spirit Body Threads observation.
At this moment, the ladies and gentlemen in the restaurant had already stood up in a panic due to the shooting as they rushed towards the exit.
When they passed by the rolling Anderson, a good-looking lady dressed in elegant clothes suddenly paused. She opened the dark glass bottle in her hand and splashed the liquid inside at the Strongest Hunter.
Sizzle!
The areas that were tainted by the liquid rapidly turned black, suffering from intense corrosion. Anderson covered his face, jumped up, and dodged the attack.
Right on the heels of that, the quiet and adorable lady, the gentleman with the newspaper, the waiter in a red vest, and the five-year-old child with candy in his hand attacked Anderson Hood at the same time.
Flour, lit matches, fruit knives, scalding coffee, and high-alcohol drinks came one after another. Everyone in the hotel restaurant seemed to have only one goal, and that was to kill Anderson Hood!
In such an abnormally dangerous situation without the participation of Beyonder powers, Anderson, who was surrounded and unable to escape, tumbled and rolled. At times, he leaped up, kicked tables, and ignited items ahead of time. He barely managed to avoid being hit in any vital spots and didn't suffer any serious injuries.
At this time, Klein also discovered something unusual.
In the corner of the dining hall, where the decorative cabinets hid the seats, there were dense and illusory black Spirit Body Threads, but there wasn't any commotion.
This seemed rather abnormal in the hall that was filled with chaos and fear!
The real attacker who planned this "passerby murder" was sitting there? From the confusion, confusion, horror, and panic on the faces of the hotel owner, waiters, and customers after attacking Anderson, they didn't turn into puppets. This is another level of control … An illusion, the emotional seed of a Desire Apostle, or could it be another influence on the mental level? Klein suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He immediately took two steps forward and sent a customer who still had cream on the corner of his mouth flying, opening up a path for Anderson Hood.
This Strongest Hunter immediately rolled out of the encirclement and followed Klein back to the second floor of the hotel. With his back against the wall at the corner of the staircase, he panted heavily.
Has my provocative powers reached such a level? Even ordinary citizens I don't know want to kill me and take action? Hiss … As he spoke, Anderson pulled at the injury on his right rib and nearly screamed out loud.
No, no, no. The real situation is that people who are plagued with bad luck shouldn't do things like hunting pirates … The reason why Klein had given up on approaching the target and attempted to control them with Spirit Body Threads was because he had thought of a possibility.
The passersby seemed to have been planted with a cue, or perhaps they had been manipulated at the level of their minds, which was why they had attacked Anderson in an orderly manner. This didn't match the Beyonder powers of a Desire Apostle, because the attacks of the controlled were targeted and precise, and there were obvious signs of preparation. And Klein had previously heard of the name of a Sequence 4 potion formula, Manipulator!
In addition, according to the Psychiatrist who had been released from Creeping Hunger, Klein had always suspected that Toscarter Island had a mission or character related to Psychological Alchemy.
In addition, mental cues and control at the level of the mind matched the characteristics of the Spectator pathway. Klein had long believed that a Manipulator was likely a Spectator, a dragon. The outline of the matter was rather clear.
Psychological Alchemy did have an important stronghold in Toscarter Island, and it had sent a Sequence 4 demigod to guard it. This demigod had influenced some pirates, making them subconsciously do things for him. And these pirates had unfortunately become Anderson Hood's sponsors last night. Therefore, the real investor had come knocking this morning!
Controlling his expression, Klein looked at Anderson and said in an indifferent tone,
"It should be one or a few pirates from last night who are pulling the strings of this island's hidden demigod.
"Do you think that what happened just now is something a Mid-Sequence Beyonder can do?"
"I can't be that unlucky …" Anderson's voice became softer and softer, and then he muttered, "Sure enough, those guys were being controlled. They're innocent. Luckily I didn't fight back, or else I'd be the main culprit of this shocking murder case and have a bounty on my head! When that time comes, I'll be in big trouble and can only become a pirate. "
The corner of Klein's mouth twitched.
"If the person being controlled was a pirate with Beyonder powers, or a Mandated Punisher or priest from the Church of the Storm, what would have happened?"
"I'd already be dead." Anderson threw up his hands and said in enlightenment, "You mean that he didn't want to kill me, and that it was just a warning?"
Klein nodded seriously.
"So, you still have a chance.
"Yes, go apologize."
To see what the demigod was up to.
"Apologize?" Anderson's face frowned as he said awkwardly, "In the Fog Sea, I'm quite famous."
Klein didn't say a word. He straightened his body, patted his coat, and prepared to leave.
At this moment Anderson darted forward and beat him to the staircase. He shouted, "Come on!
He shouted, "I'm sorry! I was wrong!
"Anything can be discussed!"
After pausing for a second, he repeated his words, "I'm sorry.
"I'm sorry! I was wrong!
"Anything can be discussed!"
Clap! Clap! A slow round of applause sounded on the first floor as a figure appeared at the staircase's entrance.
Amidst the light footsteps, the figure gradually walked to the corner, but Klein instinctively moved his eyes away, as though he didn't want to know what the person looked like.
In addition, he realized that he didn't have any thoughts of raising his arm or aiming his gun. It was as though he had been hypnotized and had lost all thoughts of resisting.
That's terrifying … Yes, it's not a face-to-face hypnosis, so I can sense it. But if I'm directly targeted, the outcome will be unimaginable … I'm currently being affected. According to Miss Justice, the other party has silently arrived beside my island of consciousness through the sea of collective subconscious, and has done something to a certain extent? Just as Klein came to a realization, he suddenly had the urge to leave and return to his room.
This is a silent "instruction" given by the demigod? Klein roughly understood that the other party wanted to communicate with Anderson alone, so he didn't resist. He walked out of the staircase and entered his room.
Less than five minutes later, Anderson knocked on his door with a pained expression.
"Done talking?" Klein asked casually.
Anderson nodded heavily.
"Phew … Yes, he asked me to do something for him. As for the specifics, I can't tell anyone."
"Do you still remember what he looked like?" Klein asked deliberately.
Anderson thought carefully and suddenly frowned.
"I don't remember …"
As expected … Say, it's not worth it for you to offend a demigod for 1,600 pounds … Klein sighed inwardly and said,
"Can I leave tomorrow?"
"Sure, that matter is not urgent. Let's solve the problem of misfortune first," Anderson replied without hesitation.
Klein said no more and pointed at the floor.
"Are we still going for breakfast?"
Anderson was startled at first, then he revealed a smile and said,
"Of course!
"No worries can affect my eating and sleeping!"
The two of them went down to the first floor and found that the waiter was quietly cleaning up the broken items. The boss and the customers had completely forgotten what had just happened.
…
After breakfast, Anderson continued heading out and busied himself with collecting the bounty and characteristic money, as well as making some preparations. Klein stayed in his hotel room, restraining the spirituality that seeped out after his advancement. He also used the worms to experiment with the Beyonder powers of a Marionettist.
At half-past two in the afternoon, he entered the world above the gray fog ahead of time to rehearse for the upcoming Tarot. After all, Mr. Fool wanted to beat The Hermit Cattleya in a very nonchalant manner.
Sitting in the seat belonging to The Fool, Klein practiced according to the three beating plans that he had figured out over the past few days. Two of the plans needed to use some of the space's powers, and the other two needed the help of props. Therefore, he had to fix the entire process ahead of time and familiarize himself with it. He couldn't reveal any signs of inexperience at critical moments.
After an unknown period of time, Klein exhaled and confirmed the matter.
Then, he conjured World. Without needing any items, he could directly see the countless black threads that emanated from his body.
Items conjured using the powers of the mysterious space above the gray fog have a certain level of spirituality … That's why they have Spirit Body Threads. And in the real World, lifeless objects don't have them. Klein skillfully controlled the black threads and soon, he truly and completely controlled World.
Now, not only could he make World's expressions more exquisite and make his reactions more like a real person's, but he could also make the puppet's spirituality fluctuations more natural, no longer lifeless!
Apart from this, he was like a player who had activated Dual Mode. He directly obtained World's vision, hearing, and other senses!
After completing all of this, Klein looked at his golden pocket watch and sent a message to Little Sun, allowing him to silently count his heartbeats.
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