At the same time as the gunshots, Anderson's entire body suddenly collapses and forcibly dodges the bullet in an awkward way.
Klein, who didn't understand the situation, had jumped to the other side, turned on his spiritual vision and drew out his revolver.
At this moment, his first reaction was that Anderson hunted too much last night, which attracted 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 beside Anderson Hood, a strong man in a shirt rolled up his sleeves discarded the knife and fork, suddenly pulled out a double-barrel hunting rifle with a bullet already loaded from under the chair, aimed at the ground, and pulled the trigger with a condescending attitude.
His movements were almost no time difference from the hotel owner's shooting, but because of the many steps, he was a beat slower.
Bang!
The shotgun flew out, and countless tiny particles shot the ground into honeycomb shapes. Although Anderson rolled in time and avoided most of it, he was still swept some, and the side suddenly became bloody and blurred.
Klein was about to shoot and kill the strong man with a double-barrel hunting rifle to help Anderson Hood get out of danger, but found that the other party was like the hotel owner, with a confused expression, full of surprise and fear, and a feeling of finally sobering up.
No, they are not the real attackers… Klein sanely stopped his fingers trying to pull the trigger and his eyes swept the restaurant around quickly.
Seeing that the spiritual vision was not noticed, he immediately pinched the first joint of the index finger with his left thumb twice, opening up his observation of the line of the spirit body.
At this time, the ladies and gentlemen in the restaurant had already stood up in panic due to the shooting and rushed towards the exit.
When passing by the rolling Anderson, a pretty and elegant lady suddenly stopped, opened the dark glass bottle tightly held in her hand, and splashed the liquid inside at the strongest hunter.
Honey!
The surface of the liquid quickly turned black and encountered strong corrosion. Anderson covered his face and bounced up first to avoid this attack.
Immediately afterwards, the quiet and cute lady, the gentleman holding the newspaper, the waiter in a red vest, and the five-year-old child with candy on his hands attacked Anderson Hood in their respective ways.
Flour, lit matches, fruit knife, hot coffee, high-concentration alcoholic beverages came one after another, and everyone in the hotel and restaurant seemed to have only one goal left, that is, to kill Anderson Hood!
In such a situation where there is no extraordinary ability to participate but is extremely dangerous, Anderson, who is surrounded and unable to get rid of it, rolling and rolling, sometimes jumping up, sometimes kicking away from the table, sometimes igniting items in advance, barely avoiding the key points and not suffering serious trauma.
At this time, Klein also discovered an abnormality:
The seats blocked by decorative cabinets in the corner of the restaurant were clearly spreading with fine and illusory black spiritual lines, but no movement was heard.
This seemed quite abnormal in the hall filled with chaos and horror!
Where is the real attacker who planned this passerby murder?
Judging from the confusion, confusion, confusion, frightened and panic of hotel owners and waiters after attacking Anderson, they did not become puppets. This is another level of manipulation... illusion, the emotional seed of the apostle of desire, or another influence on the spiritual level?
Crane suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and immediately took two steps forward, knocking away a customer with butter still left on the corner of her mouth, opening the passage for Anderson Hood.
The strongest hunter immediately rolled out of the encirclement from this direction, followed Klein back to the second floor of the hotel, leaning against the wall at the corner of the stairs, and gasping for breath.
Has my provocation been so provocative?Even ordinary citizens who don’t know want to beat me to death and take action?Hiss... While speaking, Anderson pulled the injury on his right rib and almost screamed.
No, no, the real situation is that people with bad luck should not do something like hunting pirates... The reason why Klein gave up on the goal and tried to control it with the thread of spirits was because he thought of a possibility:
Passers-by seemed to have been planted with hints or encountered spiritual manipulation to suddenly attack Anderson in order, which is not very consistent with the extraordinary ability of the Apostle of Desire, because the attacks of the controlled person are directed, accurate, and have obvious traces of preparation. Klein had heard of a Sequence 4 potion formula name: Manipulator!
In addition, according to the psychologist who was released in the squirming hunger, Klein has always suspected that there are psychological Alchemy-related tasks or characters in Tuscar.
In addition, the mental hints and spiritual manipulation are quite consistent with the characteristics of the audience's pathway. Klein had long believed that the operator is likely to belong to the audience and the dragon, so the outline of the matter is clearer:
The Psychological Alchemy does have an important stronghold on Tuscar Island and sent a demigod guard in Sequence 4. This demigod influenced some pirates and asked them to help him do something unconsciously. These pirates unfortunately became Anderson Hood's funders last night, so the real investor came to his door this morning!
Controlling his expression, Klein looked at Anderson and said in a calm tone:
It should be the secret demigod on the island behind which pirates or pirates last night.
Do you think the kind of thing just now can be done by those who are extraordinary in the middle?
It wouldn't be so unlucky... Anderson's voice became smaller and smaller, and he turned to muttering. Sure enough, those guys were all controlled just now, and they were innocent people. Fortunately, I didn't fight back, otherwise I would become the main culprit of the shocking bloody case and give a reward order!At that time, the trouble will be great and you can only be a pirate.
Klein's mouth moved slightly and said:
How would things develop if the pirates with extraordinary powers were just controlled, or the storm church’s slaughter and pastor?
I'm dead.Anderson spread his hands and immediately said with some clarity, "What do you mean is that he didn't want to kill me, he was 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 suddenly wrinkled and he said embarrassedly, "My reputation is still very high in the sea of fog."
Klein said nothing, stood up straight, patted his coat, and prepared to leave.
At this moment, Anderson rushed out, rushed in front of him, came to the entrance of the stairs, and shouted loudly:
sorry!I was wrong!
Anything can be discussed!
After pausing for a second, he repeated:
sorry!I was wrong!
Anything can be discussed!
Slap!Slow applause sounded on the first floor, and a figure appeared at the entrance of the stairs.
With the slight footsteps, the figure gradually walked to the corner, but Klein instinctively and subconsciously moved his eyes away, as if he didn't want to know what the visitor looked like.
In addition, he found that he had not raised his arm at all and aimed with a gun, as if he had been suggested and had lost the idea of resisting.
This is terrible... Well, it's not face-to-face hypnosis now, so I can detect it, but if it is directly targeted, it's hard to believe it... 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 subconsciousness and made an operation to a certain extent?
Klein was just suddenly aware of it, and suddenly had the urge to leave here and return to the room.
Is this speechless command given by this demigod?Klein roughly understood that the other party wanted to communicate with Anderson alone, so he did not resist and walked out of the stairs and entered his own room.
Less than five minutes later, Anderson knocked on his door, looking sad.
Have you agreed?Klein asked inadvertently.
Anderson's focus:
Huh...yes, he asked me to help him do something, and I can't tell others what it is.
Remember what he looks like?Klein asked intentionally.
Anderson thought carefully and suddenly frowned:
Don't remember...
Sure enough... You said that you were so furious of a demigod just for 1,600 pounds, it was not worth it... Klein sighed inwardly and said:
Can you leave tomorrow?
Yes, there is no hurry to solve the problem of bad luck first.Anderson replied without hesitation.
Klein said nothing more and pointed to the floor:
Have you still go for breakfast?
Anderson was stunned at first, then smiled and said:
certainly!
No worries can affect eating and sleeping!
The two went down to the first floor and found that the waiter was quietly packing up the broken items. The boss and the customers had completely forgotten what had happened just now.
…………
After breakfast, Anderson continued to go out, busy collecting bounties and character money and making some preparations, while Klein stayed in the hotel room, conquering the spirituality that had overflowed after promotion, and using the little bug to test the extraordinary abilities of the Secret Master.
At 2:30 p.m., he entered the fog early and conducted personal rehearsals for the upcoming Tarot. After all, Mr. Fool wants the clouds to be calm and gentle, and the wind blows the Hermit Gadeliya.
Sitting to the position of the fool, Klein did a drill based on the three sets of knocking plans he had figured out in the past few days. Two of them need to mobilize some of the power of this space, and two require props. Therefore, he must fix the entire process in advance and master it proficiently, and not expose traces of awkwardness at critical moments.
Not sure how long it took, Klein breathed and settled the matter.
Then, he showed the world, without any items, and directly saw countless fine black lines spreading out of the other party's body.
The items that are manifested with the power of the mysterious space above the gray fog have a certain spirituality... Therefore, they have the "spiritual line", and in the real world, there are no lifeless things.Klein skillfully manipulated those black lines and soon truly and completely controlled the world.
Now, he can not only make the world's expression more delicate and the reaction is more like a real person, but also make the puppet's spiritual fluctuations close to nature and no longer die!
In addition to these, he also directly gained the vision, hearing, and other senses of the world like a double-opening player!
After completing all this, Klein glanced at the golden-shell pocket watch and sent a message to the little sun so that he could count his heartbeat silently.
Klein, who didn't understand the situation, had jumped to the other side, turned on his spiritual vision and drew out his revolver.
At this moment, his first reaction was that Anderson hunted too much last night, which attracted 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 beside Anderson Hood, a strong man in a shirt rolled up his sleeves discarded the knife and fork, suddenly pulled out a double-barrel hunting rifle with a bullet already loaded from under the chair, aimed at the ground, and pulled the trigger with a condescending attitude.
His movements were almost no time difference from the hotel owner's shooting, but because of the many steps, he was a beat slower.
Bang!
The shotgun flew out, and countless tiny particles shot the ground into honeycomb shapes. Although Anderson rolled in time and avoided most of it, he was still swept some, and the side suddenly became bloody and blurred.
Klein was about to shoot and kill the strong man with a double-barrel hunting rifle to help Anderson Hood get out of danger, but found that the other party was like the hotel owner, with a confused expression, full of surprise and fear, and a feeling of finally sobering up.
No, they are not the real attackers… Klein sanely stopped his fingers trying to pull the trigger and his eyes swept the restaurant around quickly.
Seeing that the spiritual vision was not noticed, he immediately pinched the first joint of the index finger with his left thumb twice, opening up his observation of the line of the spirit body.
At this time, the ladies and gentlemen in the restaurant had already stood up in panic due to the shooting and rushed towards the exit.
When passing by the rolling Anderson, a pretty and elegant lady suddenly stopped, opened the dark glass bottle tightly held in her hand, and splashed the liquid inside at the strongest hunter.
Honey!
The surface of the liquid quickly turned black and encountered strong corrosion. Anderson covered his face and bounced up first to avoid this attack.
Immediately afterwards, the quiet and cute lady, the gentleman holding the newspaper, the waiter in a red vest, and the five-year-old child with candy on his hands attacked Anderson Hood in their respective ways.
Flour, lit matches, fruit knife, hot coffee, high-concentration alcoholic beverages came one after another, and everyone in the hotel and restaurant seemed to have only one goal left, that is, to kill Anderson Hood!
In such a situation where there is no extraordinary ability to participate but is extremely dangerous, Anderson, who is surrounded and unable to get rid of it, rolling and rolling, sometimes jumping up, sometimes kicking away from the table, sometimes igniting items in advance, barely avoiding the key points and not suffering serious trauma.
At this time, Klein also discovered an abnormality:
The seats blocked by decorative cabinets in the corner of the restaurant were clearly spreading with fine and illusory black spiritual lines, but no movement was heard.
This seemed quite abnormal in the hall filled with chaos and horror!
Where is the real attacker who planned this passerby murder?
Judging from the confusion, confusion, confusion, frightened and panic of hotel owners and waiters after attacking Anderson, they did not become puppets. This is another level of manipulation... illusion, the emotional seed of the apostle of desire, or another influence on the spiritual level?
Crane suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and immediately took two steps forward, knocking away a customer with butter still left on the corner of her mouth, opening the passage for Anderson Hood.
The strongest hunter immediately rolled out of the encirclement from this direction, followed Klein back to the second floor of the hotel, leaning against the wall at the corner of the stairs, and gasping for breath.
Has my provocation been so provocative?Even ordinary citizens who don’t know want to beat me to death and take action?Hiss... While speaking, Anderson pulled the injury on his right rib and almost screamed.
No, no, the real situation is that people with bad luck should not do something like hunting pirates... The reason why Klein gave up on the goal and tried to control it with the thread of spirits was because he thought of a possibility:
Passers-by seemed to have been planted with hints or encountered spiritual manipulation to suddenly attack Anderson in order, which is not very consistent with the extraordinary ability of the Apostle of Desire, because the attacks of the controlled person are directed, accurate, and have obvious traces of preparation. Klein had heard of a Sequence 4 potion formula name: Manipulator!
In addition, according to the psychologist who was released in the squirming hunger, Klein has always suspected that there are psychological Alchemy-related tasks or characters in Tuscar.
In addition, the mental hints and spiritual manipulation are quite consistent with the characteristics of the audience's pathway. Klein had long believed that the operator is likely to belong to the audience and the dragon, so the outline of the matter is clearer:
The Psychological Alchemy does have an important stronghold on Tuscar Island and sent a demigod guard in Sequence 4. This demigod influenced some pirates and asked them to help him do something unconsciously. These pirates unfortunately became Anderson Hood's funders last night, so the real investor came to his door this morning!
Controlling his expression, Klein looked at Anderson and said in a calm tone:
It should be the secret demigod on the island behind which pirates or pirates last night.
Do you think the kind of thing just now can be done by those who are extraordinary in the middle?
It wouldn't be so unlucky... Anderson's voice became smaller and smaller, and he turned to muttering. Sure enough, those guys were all controlled just now, and they were innocent people. Fortunately, I didn't fight back, otherwise I would become the main culprit of the shocking bloody case and give a reward order!At that time, the trouble will be great and you can only be a pirate.
Klein's mouth moved slightly and said:
How would things develop if the pirates with extraordinary powers were just controlled, or the storm church’s slaughter and pastor?
I'm dead.Anderson spread his hands and immediately said with some clarity, "What do you mean is that he didn't want to kill me, he was 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 suddenly wrinkled and he said embarrassedly, "My reputation is still very high in the sea of fog."
Klein said nothing, stood up straight, patted his coat, and prepared to leave.
At this moment, Anderson rushed out, rushed in front of him, came to the entrance of the stairs, and shouted loudly:
sorry!I was wrong!
Anything can be discussed!
After pausing for a second, he repeated:
sorry!I was wrong!
Anything can be discussed!
Slap!Slow applause sounded on the first floor, and a figure appeared at the entrance of the stairs.
With the slight footsteps, the figure gradually walked to the corner, but Klein instinctively and subconsciously moved his eyes away, as if he didn't want to know what the visitor looked like.
In addition, he found that he had not raised his arm at all and aimed with a gun, as if he had been suggested and had lost the idea of resisting.
This is terrible... Well, it's not face-to-face hypnosis now, so I can detect it, but if it is directly targeted, it's hard to believe it... 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 subconsciousness and made an operation to a certain extent?
Klein was just suddenly aware of it, and suddenly had the urge to leave here and return to the room.
Is this speechless command given by this demigod?Klein roughly understood that the other party wanted to communicate with Anderson alone, so he did not resist and walked out of the stairs and entered his own room.
Less than five minutes later, Anderson knocked on his door, looking sad.
Have you agreed?Klein asked inadvertently.
Anderson's focus:
Huh...yes, he asked me to help him do something, and I can't tell others what it is.
Remember what he looks like?Klein asked intentionally.
Anderson thought carefully and suddenly frowned:
Don't remember...
Sure enough... You said that you were so furious of a demigod just for 1,600 pounds, it was not worth it... Klein sighed inwardly and said:
Can you leave tomorrow?
Yes, there is no hurry to solve the problem of bad luck first.Anderson replied without hesitation.
Klein said nothing more and pointed to the floor:
Have you still go for breakfast?
Anderson was stunned at first, then smiled and said:
certainly!
No worries can affect eating and sleeping!
The two went down to the first floor and found that the waiter was quietly packing up the broken items. The boss and the customers had completely forgotten what had happened just now.
…………
After breakfast, Anderson continued to go out, busy collecting bounties and character money and making some preparations, while Klein stayed in the hotel room, conquering the spirituality that had overflowed after promotion, and using the little bug to test the extraordinary abilities of the Secret Master.
At 2:30 p.m., he entered the fog early and conducted personal rehearsals for the upcoming Tarot. After all, Mr. Fool wants the clouds to be calm and gentle, and the wind blows the Hermit Gadeliya.
Sitting to the position of the fool, Klein did a drill based on the three sets of knocking plans he had figured out in the past few days. Two of them need to mobilize some of the power of this space, and two require props. Therefore, he must fix the entire process in advance and master it proficiently, and not expose traces of awkwardness at critical moments.
Not sure how long it took, Klein breathed and settled the matter.
Then, he showed the world, without any items, and directly saw countless fine black lines spreading out of the other party's body.
The items that are manifested with the power of the mysterious space above the gray fog have a certain spirituality... Therefore, they have the "spiritual line", and in the real world, there are no lifeless things.Klein skillfully manipulated those black lines and soon truly and completely controlled the world.
Now, he can not only make the world's expression more delicate and the reaction is more like a real person, but also make the puppet's spiritual fluctuations close to nature and no longer die!
In addition to these, he also directly gained the vision, hearing, and other senses of the world like a double-opening player!
After completing all this, Klein glanced at the golden-shell pocket watch and sent a message to the little sun so that he could count his heartbeat silently.
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