Willy Xiao felt that he had thought about many things at the moment when he lost consciousness. But he still didn't quite understand why Knob Four suddenly changed his mind.
I have to ask. His mind still stopped at this sentence, and then he felt himself waking up.
Where the scarecrow stood there was only a large irregular dark mark left, it was bare and all the ashes had been eaten away by the wind. The musicians of the two ghost bands Kamulimu Lemu and Howling Waves walked away and dispersed.
Willy Xiao raised his head and saw Knob Four's black tie floating not far above his head.
Extremely cold.
"What's wrong?" He sat up, feeling pain all over his body, and knew that the possession lasted for a long time. "You object? If you don't agree, just agree. Why don't you tell me -" Willy Xiao complained casually, got up and looked around, trying to gauge whether there was any possibility of calling the ghost musicians back again.
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It looked like there was no chance.
The tattered floor of the square was sticking up in the air. At this moment, it creaked and swallowed all the musical instruments into the ground for preservation - this was an obvious signal to call it a day. A ghost mosquito swayed past his ear.
"See you next time. Mr. Willie Xiao. Hey, hey, hey." It didn't even bother to sting him and flew away.
Seeing that he had regained control of his body, the remaining musicians wore gentle smiles and remained motionless above the shoulders, while the speed of disintegration below the shoulders was multiplied by tens. After just a few seconds of daze, all the ghost musicians retreated, leaving nothing but desolation. Willy Xiao turned around and tried to stop him several times, but finally gave up the struggle and spread his hands towards the knob.
"Damn it. It seems like this is the end of today." He shook his head and decided to waste the remaining time:
"By the way. Did you say that you want to go with me to find the representative of the Bad Bones band?"
"You remember correctly. I had a conversation with him just now."
"Talk to them yourself?" Willy Xiao stared. He soon realized that there was no need to be surprised. Knob Four was of course attached to him and assumed his identity.
"How was it?" He asked again, asking a long list of questions, "How? How did you say... No, what did I say? Then what did he say? What did they say? Is the result good?"
"very good."
The descendant of the wraith replied. Its indifferent face loomed above the bow tie, glowing with a faint cyan color. "They promised to comply with your request. I gave them the score of the Colosseum - again I suggested, Mr. Willy Shaw. The serious papers should be kept in serious folders, in the presence of many artistic gentlemen. Fumbling around for documents in your waistband is not the elegant or polite thing to do – and it seriously damages your image.”
He paused, as if waiting for some unclean memories to leave his mind on their own. Obviously, it was not just the image of the occult scholar that was damaged. "In short, the Bad Bones Band will be here tomorrow with ten percussionists, five percussionists, and a hammer conductor to conduct fusion training with Kamulimu Demu Lemu and Howling Waves."
A smile immediately appeared on Willy Xiao's wrinkled face, like the sun rising from an ugly canyon.
"Sixteen musicians! More than enough to form four parts! Bad Bones is actually willing to let so many members out!" There was no one around. He stood in the cold square, full of the smell of rust and dust, and it was difficult for sound to spread. In the center, they clapped their hands to celebrate and were lively alone. "Hey? I'm talking about you, respected Mr. Knob Four -" He pretended to turn to Knob Four and gave an exaggerated salute.
"How did you do it?" he asked Knob Four with joy, "Didn't you say that you should let me rest so that I can completely replace the possession?" He wanted to poke Knob Four's arm with his elbow again - -The descendant of the resentful spirit moved out of the way gracefully, allowing him to miss - even though he would have missed the target.
Willy Xiao hit some joints, and the sore muscles made his face wrinkle up, but his happiness did not go out. "Hey. You're right." He just admitted happily: "I don't know what difference this kind of possession makes to you? I feel really uncomfortable. I really need to take a good rest, otherwise I will be seriously ill. It’s not possible.”
"It's my fault. I should have informed you in advance of what I was about to do. Mr. Willy Xiao." Knob adjusted his tie and his tone became more solemn, "But at that time, I had to stop you. Because you are about to make an irreversible mistake. Time is running out. I hope you can accept my apology."
Willy Xiao looked at him sideways.
"I know." The arcane scholar coughed, bent his hand over, and hit his back hard. He coughed vigorously and looked around quickly. "I know. I understand." He shook a finger with a mysterious smile on his face, "I understand why you stopped me. You were worried about the members of the ghost band."
Knob Four paused for a while, seeming to be making some kind of determination. "...That's right. Mr. Willy Shaw. I'm very sorry."
"Look! What I said is indeed right!" Willy Xiao laughed. He waved his hand boldly, "It doesn't matter! There is no need to apologize at all! You can do it again!"
"No. I must apologize. Many of the members of the Three Ghosts are closely related to members of the Killer Organization, and if they were to know—"
"Yes, yes. You are doing it for their own good. You are worried that it will affect their rehearsal."
Willie Shaw interrupted Knob Four. The smile on his face was now too mysterious and starting to look a little silly. "After all, letting these lonely, fragile, and willful artists know that their homes are such a place of murder and arson is not good for their physical and mental health. It is definitely not good for our rehearsals." He chuckled twice. "So I will definitely forgive you. Mr. Knob Four."
Knob Four was silent again, but this time the atmosphere was completely different from before. Willie Shaw shook a hand in his face. "What's wrong? My old ghost?"
"Please don't give me this name..."
The descendant of the resentful spirit paused for a moment, and quickly said simply: "No. It's okay. You can do whatever you want."
"Just tell me if you have anything to say!"
"Nothing. Willy Shaw."
The occult scholar has a vague impression that when a ghost does not use pronouns such as "Mr." and "Ms." to the person he is talking to, it seems to represent a change in attitude. But he didn't bother to think about it carefully.
He shook his wrists repeatedly until they moved smoothly. "If it's okay, let's go!" He immediately waved to Knob Four.
"Walk?"
"Have you forgotten to take a step back? Today's rehearsal is over. Hurry up!"
