At the same time as the gunshot rang out, Anderson's entire body suddenly collapsed, and he forcibly dodged the bullet in an awkward way.

Unbeknownst to him, Crane had jumped to the other side, turning on his vision and pulling out his revolver.

At this moment, his first reaction was that Anderson had hunted too much last night, which attracted revenge, and he just wanted to shout "I don't know him!"

At that moment, at the dining table next to Anderson Hood, a strong man in a shirt with cuffs discarded his knife and fork, pulled out a loaded double-barreled shotgun from under his chair, aimed it at the ground, and pulled the trigger in a condescending manner.

There was almost no time difference between his action and the innkeeper's shot, but because of the more steps, he was a beat slower.

Bang!

The shotgun flew out, and countless tiny particles shot the ground into a honeycomb shape, and although Anderson rolled in time to avoid most of it, he was still swept into some of it, and the side suddenly became a blur of flesh and blood.

Klein was about to shoot the brawny man with a double-barreled shotgun to help Anderson Hood get out of danger, only to find that the other man was just like the innkeeper, his expression dazed, full of surprise and fear, and he felt like he had finally woken up.

No, they weren't real attackers...... Crane saniently stopped his fingers trying to pull the trigger, and his gaze quickly swept around the restaurant.

Seeing that the spiritual vision did not find it, he immediately pinched the first joint of his index finger twice with the thumb of his left hand, and opened the observation of the "spirit line".

By this time, the ladies and gentlemen in the restaurant had already stood up in panic at the shooting and rushed towards the exit.

As he passed by the tumbling Anderson, a good-looking and elegantly dressed young lady suddenly paused, opened the dark glass bottle she was clutching tightly in her hand, and poured the liquid inside at the strongest hunter.

Multiply!

The surface of the liquid-contaminated area quickly blackened and encountered strong corrosion, and Anderson covered his face and bounced up first, avoiding this attack.

Immediately afterwards, the quiet and lovely lady, the gentleman with the newspaper, the waiter in the red vest, and the five-year-old child with candy on his hand attacked Anderson Hood at the same time.

Flour, lit matches, fruit knives, piping hot coffee, and high-strength alcoholic beverages all followed, and everyone in the hotel restaurant seemed to have only one goal left, and that was to kill Anderson Hood!

In such an extremely dangerous situation, which had no extraordinary ability to participate, Anderson, who had been surrounded and difficult to escape, rolled over and over, sometimes jumping, sometimes kicking the table, sometimes igniting objects in advance, barely avoiding the vital point, and not suffering serious trauma.

At this time, Klein also found an anomaly:

In the corner of the dining room, where the seats were covered by decorative cabinets, there was clearly a dense and illusory black "spirit line", but no movement came out.

This is quite unusual in a hall filled with chaos and horror!

Judging from the bewildered, puzzled, frightened, and panicked appearance of the innkeeper and the waiters after attacking Anderson, they did not become puppets, which is another level of manipulation...... Illusion, the emotional seed of the "Apostle of Desire", or rather, another influence on the psychic level?Crane suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and immediately took two steps forward, knocking a customer with cream on the corner of his mouth, opening the passage for Anderson Hood.

The strongest hunter immediately rolled out of the encirclement from this direction, and staggered back to the second floor of the inn with Klein, gasping for breath with his back against the wall at the corner of the stairs.

"Is my provocative ability to reach this level? Even ordinary citizens who don't know me want to kill me and take action?" hiss......" As he spoke, Anderson pulled at the wound in his right rib and almost screamed.

No, no, no, the truth is that people with bad luck don't do pirate hunting...... The reason why Klein gave up on the plan to get closer to the target and use the "Spirit Thread" to try to control it was because he thought of a possibility:

Passers-by seem to have been planted with hints, or suffered from psychic manipulation, to attack Anderson in an orderly and sudden manner, which is not too consistent with the extraordinary abilities of the "Apostle of Desire", because the attack of the controlled person is directive, precise, and has obvious traces of preparation, and Crane has heard a Sequence 4 potion recipe name "Manipulator" before!

In addition, according to the "psychiatrist" who was released from "Creeping Hunger", Crane has always suspected that there are tasks or characters related to the "Psychological Alchemy" in Tuscat Island.

In addition, the mental suggestion and the manipulation of the psychic level are quite consistent with the characteristics of the "audience" approach, and Klein also thinks that the "manipulator" is likely to belong to the "audience" and the "dragon", and the outline of the matter is clearer:

The "Psychological Alchemy Society" does have an important base on the island of Tuscat, and has sent a Sequence 4 demigod to guard it, this demigod has influenced some pirates to unconsciously help him do something, and these pirates unfortunately became Anderson Hood's funders last night, so the real investors came to the door this morning!

Controlling his expression, Klein looked at Anderson and said in an indifferent tone:

"It must have been the pirate or pirates who were behind the island's hidden demigods last night.

"Do you think that kind of thing just now can be done by a mid-sequence extraordinary?"

"It won't be so unlucky...... Anderson's voice became smaller and smaller, and he turned into muttering, "Sure enough, those guys just now were all controlled, they were innocent, fortunately I didn't fight back, otherwise I would have become the main culprit in the shocking bloody case, and the reward order would have been issued! ”

The corners of Klein's mouth moved slightly:

"If it was a pirate with extraordinary abilities, or a substitute punisher or priest of the Church of Storm, what would have happened?"

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

Klein nodded seriously and said:

"So, you still have a chance.

"Well, go and apologize. ”

Go and see what the demigod wants to do.

"Apologize?" Anderson's face furrowed, and he said in embarrassment, "In the Misty Sea, my reputation is still very loud. ”

Crane didn't say anything, straightened up, patted his coat, and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Anderson pounced, rushed ahead of him, came to the top of the stairs, and shouted:

"I'm sorry!

"Anything can be discussed!"

After a pause, he repeated:

"I'm sorry!

"Anything can be discussed!"

There was a slow applause from the first floor, and a figure appeared at the entrance of the stairs.

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

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

It's scary...... Well, it's not face-to-face hypnosis right now, so I'm able to detect it, but if it's directly targeted, the results are hard to believe...... I will be affected now, according to Miss "Justice", it was the other party who quietly came to my consciousness island through the sea of collective subconscious, and did a certain degree of operation? Klein suddenly felt the urge to leave here and return to the room.

This is a wordless "command" given by the demigod? Klein roughly understood that the other party wanted to communicate with Anderson alone, so he didn't resist, walked out of the stairs, and went all the way into his own room.

Less than five minutes later, Anderson knocked on his door, his face grimacing.

"Talked?" Crane asked casually.

Anderson nodded heavily:

"Whew...... Yes, he asked me to help him do something, what it was, and I couldn't tell anyone else. ”

"Remember what he looked like?" Klein asked deliberately.

Anderson thought carefully, and suddenly frowned:

"I don't remember ......"

Really...... You said you, just for 1,600 pounds, to provoke a demigod, how worthwhile...... Klein sighed secretly and said:

"Can I leave tomorrow?"

"Yes, there is no urgency in that matter, and the problem of bad luck will be solved first. Anderson replied without hesitation.

Crane said no more, and pointed to the floor:

"Do you still go to breakfast?"

Anderson was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Of course!

"No worries can affect eating and sleeping!"

The two went down to the first floor to find the waiter quietly picking up the broken items, and the owner and customers had completely forgotten what had just happened.

............

After breakfast, Anderson continued to go out, busy collecting bounties and trait money, and making some preparations, while Crane stayed in the hotel room, reining in the overflowing spirituality after his promotion, and testing the extraordinary abilities of the "Secret Puppet Master" with small bugs.

At half past two in the afternoon, he entered the gray fog ahead of time to conduct a personal rehearsal for the upcoming tarot meeting, after all, Mr. "Fool" wants to beat "Hermit" Gadelia very lightly.

Sitting in the position of the "fool", Klein rehearsed them one by one according to the three sets of beating plans he had pondered in the past few days, two of which needed to mobilize a little power in this space, and two had to use props, so how to go about the whole process, he had to fix it in advance, master it proficiently, and not expose the traces of jerky at a critical moment.

I don't know how long it took, but Klein let out a sigh and settled the matter.

Then, he embodied the "world", and without the need for objects, he directly saw the countless fine black lines spreading out of the other party's body.

"The objects that manifest themselves with the power of the mysterious space above the gray mist have a certain spirituality in themselves...... That's why we have a 'spirit thread', and in the real world, there are no inanimate things. Klein expertly manipulated the black lines, and soon he was truly and thoroughly in control of the "world".

Now, he can not only make the expression of the "world" more delicate and react more like a real person, but also make the puppet's spiritual fluctuations close to nature and no longer lifeless!

In addition to these, he is also like a double-open player, directly gaining the sight, hearing, and other senses of the "world"!

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