Cheng Kong froze at the question, a complicated, indescribable expression crossing his face. After hesitating for a few seconds, he said, "...B-boss, you might not believe me... I heard some music and walked over here without realizing it.
"B-by the time I came to my senses, I was already strapped to this thing, and that bladed fan had started running..."
Che Quan considered this. "Classical music?"
Cheng Kong let out an "Uh" and scratched his head.
"I guess so, boss... I don't know anything about that stuff. It was a tune without any lyrics, anyway, and it sounded really strange. I just... left my room as if something had possessed me and came here without any control over myself."
Cheng Kong looked sincere, even a little guileless, but what he did next made Che Quan narrow his eyes slightly.
Cheng Kong looked curiously at the broken machine and gingerly touched the break. "You're truly incredible, sir. You actually broke this with your bare hands. You're so strong."
Cheng Kong's eyes brimmed with admiration, approval, worship, adoration... in short, nothing but extremely positive emotions.
Yet Che Quan abruptly said in an icy voice, "Keep possessing him, and I'll crush you both."
Cheng Kong looked bewildered. "Wh-what do you mean?"
Che Quan did not answer. He merely stared coldly at "Cheng Kong" with a gaze that chilled one to the bone.
Silence abruptly fell for two seconds.
Under Che Quan's gloomy, impatient stare, "Cheng Kong" blinked innocently and put on a helpless expression that said, "Oops, you caught me."
It was especially jarring, as bizarre as a boy suddenly making a dainty, orchid-finger gesture.
Then the ghost left the young man's body.
A slender, translucent outline could just barely be seen in the darkness.
When she spoke again, it was in a