As the gun went off, Anderson's whole body suddenly collapsed, and he dodged the bullet in an awkward way.

Klein, who didn't understand the situation, had already jumped to the other side, activated his spiritual vision, and pulled out his revolver.

At this moment, his first reaction was that Anderson had hunted too much last night and had invited revenge. He just wanted to shout, "I don't know him! It has nothing to do with me!"

At this moment, at the dining table next to Anderson Hood, a burly man in a shirt with his sleeves rolled up threw away his knife and fork, suddenly pulled out a loaded double-barreled shotgun from under his chair, pointed it at the ground, and pulled the trigger in a condescending manner.

There was almost no time difference between his action and the hotel owner's shooting, except that he was a beat slower because there were more steps.

Bang!

The shotgun shells flew out, and countless tiny particles shot the ground into a honeycomb shape. Although Anderson rolled in time and avoided most of them, he was still hit by some of them, and his side immediately became a bloody mess.

Klein was about to shoot the burly man with the double-barreled shotgun to help Anderson Hood escape danger, but he found that the man had the same blank expression as the hotel owner, full of surprise and fear, as if he had finally sobered up.

No, they are not the real attackers... Klein stopped trying to pull the trigger and quickly scanned the restaurant.

Seeing that his spiritual vision found nothing, he pinched the first joint of his index finger with his left thumb twice and started observing the "spiritual body line".

By this time, the ladies and gentlemen in the restaurant had stood up in panic over the shooting and were rushing towards the exit.

When passing by the tumbling Anderson, a good-looking and elegantly dressed lady suddenly stopped, opened the dark glass bottle tightly held in her hand, and poured the liquid inside at the strongest hunter.

Sizzle!

The surface of the place contaminated by the ** quickly turned black and suffered severe corrosion. Anderson covered his face and jumped up first to avoid the attack.

Then, the quiet and lovely lady, the gentleman holding the newspaper, the waiter in the red vest and the five-year-old child with candy on his hands all attacked Anderson Hood in their own ways.

Flour, lit matches, fruit knives, boiling hot coffee, and highly concentrated alcoholic beverages came one after another. It seemed that everyone in the hotel restaurant had only one goal, which was to kill Anderson Hood!

In this extremely dangerous situation without any extraordinary abilities, Anderson, who was surrounded and unable to escape, tumbled and rolled, sometimes jumped up, sometimes kicked the table away, and sometimes ignited objects in advance. He barely avoided vital points and did not suffer serious injuries.

At this time, Klein also discovered something unusual:

In the corner of the restaurant, where the seat was blocked by a decorative cabinet, there was clearly a dense and illusory black "spirit line" spreading out, but no movement could be heard.

This seemed quite abnormal in a hall filled with chaos and panic!

Was the real attacker who planned this "passerby murder" sitting there? Judging from the confused, puzzled, terrified, and flustered looks of the hotel owner, waiters, and customers after they attacked Anderson, they did not become puppets. This was another level of manipulation... illusion, the emotional seeds of the "Apostle of Desire", or in other words, another influence on the spiritual level? Klein suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and immediately took two steps forward, knocking away a customer with cream still on the corner of his mouth, and opening a passage for Anderson Hood.

The strongest hunter immediately rolled out of the encirclement from this direction and ran back to the second floor of the hotel with Klein. He leaned against the wall at the corner of the stairs and gasped for breath.

"Has my ability to provoke reached this point? Even an ordinary citizen I don't know wants to beat me to death and takes action? Hiss..." As Anderson spoke, he pulled the injury on his right rib and almost screamed out.

No, no, no, the truth is, people who are doomed should not do things like hunting pirates... The reason why Klein gave up the plan of approaching the target and trying to control it with the "Spirit Thread" was because he thought of a possibility:

The passers-by seemed to have been hinted at or manipulated on a mental level, which is why they suddenly attacked Anderson in an orderly manner. This was not consistent with the extraordinary ability of the "Apostle of Desire" because the attacks of the controlled people were targeted and precise, and had obvious signs of preparation. Klein had heard of a Sequence 4 potion formula called "Manipulator" before!

In addition, based on the words of the "psychologist" who was released from "Creeping Hunger", Klein has always suspected that there are tasks or people related to the "Psychological Alchemy Society" on Toscat Island.

In addition, mental suggestion and manipulation at the spiritual level are quite consistent with the characteristics of the "audience" approach. Klein also believed that the "manipulator" is likely to belong to the "audience" and the "dragon", and the outline of the matter is relatively clear:

The "Psychological Alchemy Society" does have an important base on Toscat Island, and has sent a demigod of sequence 4 to guard it. This demigod has influenced some pirates, making them unconsciously help him do some things, and these pirates unfortunately became Anderson Hood's sponsors last night, so the real investor came this morning!

Controlling his expression, Klein looked at Anderson and said indifferently:

“It should be that one or some pirates last night were behind the hidden demigod of this island.

"Do you think a Mid-Sequence Beyonder could do what I just did?"

“I can’t be so unlucky…” Anderson’s voice became smaller and smaller, and he began to mutter, “Sure enough, those guys were controlled just now, they were innocent. Luckily I didn’t fight back, otherwise I would have become the main culprit in the bloody case and be put on the bounty list! By then, I would be in big trouble and would have no choice but to become a pirate.”

Klein's mouth twitched slightly and said:

"If the person being controlled just now was a pirate with extraordinary powers, or a Substitute Punisher or priest of the Church of the Storm, how would things develop?"

"I'm already dead." Anderson spread his hands and said with enlightenment, "You mean, he didn't want to kill me, and just gave me a warning?"

Klein nodded seriously and said:

“So, you still have a chance.

"Well, go and apologize."

Go and see what the demigod is trying to do.

"Apologize?" Anderson's face wrinkled and he said awkwardly, "I still have a great reputation in the Misty Sea."

Klein said nothing, stood up straight, patted his coat, and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Anderson rushed out, got ahead of him, came to the stairs, and shouted loudly:

"I'm sorry! I was wrong!

"We can discuss anything!"

After a pause of one second, he repeated:

"I'm sorry! I was wrong!

"We can discuss anything!"

Clap, clap, clap! Slow applause sounded on the first floor, and a figure appeared at the entrance of the stairs.

With the sound of light footsteps, the figure gradually walked to the corner, but Klein instinctively and subconsciously looked away, as if he didn't want to know what the person looked like.

In addition, he found that he had not raised his arms at all, and the idea of ​​aiming the gun seemed to have been hinted at, and he had lost the idea of ​​resisting.

This is terrifying... Well, this isn't face-to-face hypnosis, so I can sense it, but if it's targeted directly, the result would be unbelievable... I'm being affected now. According to Miss Justice, the other party quietly came to my island of consciousness through the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness and performed a certain degree of manipulation? Klein was just realizing something, and suddenly had the urge to leave here and return to his room.

Was this a silent "order" from the demigod? Klein roughly understood that the other party wanted to communicate with Anderson alone, so he did not resist, walked out of the stairs, and went all the way to his own room.

Less than five minutes later, Anderson knocked on his door with a sad face.

"Have you settled the deal?" Klein asked casually.

Anderson nodded heavily:

"Huh... yes, he asked me to help him do something, but you can't tell anyone what it is."

"Do you remember what he looks like?" Klein asked deliberately.

Anderson thought carefully and suddenly frowned:

“I don’t remember…”

As expected... You said that it's not worth it to offend a demigod just for 16 pounds... Klein sighed and said:

"Can you leave tomorrow?"

"Okay, there's no rush for that matter. Let's solve the problem of bad luck first." Anderson answered without hesitation.

Klein said no more and pointed to the floor:

"Are you still going to breakfast?"

Anderson was startled at first, then smiled and said:

"certainly!

"No worries can affect my eating and sleeping!"

The two went downstairs and found the waiter quietly cleaning up the broken items. The boss and the customers had completely forgotten what had just happened.

…………

After breakfast, Anderson went out again, busy collecting bounties and special fees, and making some preparations. Klein stayed in the hotel room, gathering the spirituality that overflowed after his promotion, and using small insects to test the extraordinary abilities of the "Master of Secret Arts".

At 2:30 in the afternoon, he entered the gray fog in advance to conduct a personal rehearsal for the upcoming Tarot Club. After all, Mr. Fool wanted to tap Cattleya the Hermit very lightly.

Sitting in the position of the Fool, Klein practiced the three knocking plans he had come up with over the past few days. Two of the plans required mobilizing some of the power in this space, and two required the use of props. Therefore, he had to determine how to proceed with the entire process in advance and master it proficiently so as not to reveal any signs of awkwardness at the critical moment.

After an unknown amount of time, Klein let out a breath and confirmed the matter.

Then, he materialized the "world" without the need for any objects, and directly saw the countless fine black lines spreading out from the other person's body.

"Objects that are materialized by the power of the mysterious space above the gray fog have a certain spirituality... That's why they have 'spiritual lines', which in the real world, inanimate objects don't have." Klein manipulated the black lines skillfully and soon truly and completely controlled the "world".

Now, not only can he make the expressions of the "world" more delicate and the reactions more like real people, but he can also make the spiritual fluctuations of the puppets closer to nature and no longer lifeless!

In addition to these, he also directly obtained the vision, hearing, and other senses of the "world" like a dual-opening player!

After completing all this, Klein glanced at his gold-shell pocket watch and sent a message to the little "sun" so that he could count his heartbeats silently.