"Mr. Chen, what seems to be the problem?"
At that moment, a middle-aged man who appeared to be a supervisor emerged from the crowd.
However, his expression wasn't friendly, as he knew that this Chen Daming was the troublemaker who had caused them to spend the entire afternoon installing wheel locks in the basement and even created conflicts with other residents.
"Ghost! Call the police! I'm scared to death, I can't go back!" Chen Daming said tremblingly.
Ghost?!
Can't go back?!
All the property management staff showed confused expressions.
Seeing ghosts in broad daylight?
And even wetting his pants from fear?
"Mr. Chen, please don't joke with us. This could negatively impact our community," the supervisor said with a fake smile and continued, "If this isn't about any criminal activity, please don't waste public resources."
"Do I look like I'm joking with you?" Chen Daming pointed at his nose and shouted, "There really is a ghost! If you don't believe me, go check my apartment!"
"Wang, Tang, go check his apartment," the supervisor turned around and said sternly.
"What?!"
"Huh?!"
The two property management staff immediately turned pale.
It was clear that Chen Daming's expression wasn't fake, especially with his wet pants.
This man had abandoned all dignity to run out here.
If this was a joke, the cost would be too high.
"Aren't you going to check Mr. Chen's apartment?" the supervisor frowned when he saw them not moving.
As a materialist, he didn't believe in ghosts and thought the man was just making trouble because of the parking space locks.
"Oh, okay, okay."
"We'll go right now!" the two responded, "Let's go, Mr. Chen."
"I'm not going! Second floor, the door's open, go see for yourselves!" Chen Daming immediately refused.
The two staff members looked at each other, finally nodded, and had to steel themselves to walk towards Chen Daming's home.
"Well, Mr. Chen, we need to get back to work. If you need any help, just call us!"
With that, the supervisor led the property management team toward the parking lot.
"Don't go, I'll come with you!"
After seeing the supervisor and others leaving, Chen Daming hurried to follow, but after taking just two steps, he found his legs were weak and suddenly fell to the ground.
"Just ignore him, he must be on something."
"Maybe we should call the police," another person said.
The supervisor shook his head, "No need. We can't let anyone report ghost sightings in the apartment complex, no matter what happens. We must lock all unsold parking spaces by seven tonight."
"What about those who won't move their cars from the parking spaces?"
"Management called for tow trucks."
"When will the tow trucks arrive?"
"Soon."
"Hmm!"
"By the way, that Little Su Resident sure is wealthy, buying all the remaining spaces."
"Well, those freeloading residents forced this situation."
"Now those cheapskates can only park in the paid parking lot outside, or they'll get fined every day."
"But I feel pretty good about it."
"They deserve it, those people."
"What if they protest together?"
"These are all Su Resident's parking spaces, what's wrong with him locking his own spaces?"
"That's true."
They chatted while walking to the parking lot.
Chen Daming lay on the ground, watching the property management team walking away in the distance: "Help me, don't go!"
He was now completely exhausted, various after-effects leaving him weak, unable to muster any strength.
"Isn't that Chen Daming? Why is he lying on the ground?"
"Look at his pants."
"Wow, such a grown man wetting his pants!"
"That's quite a volume."
"Even my dog lifts its leg to avoid getting itself dirty, can't believe he doesn't know how."
"How embarrassing."
Just then, a group of women passing by started pointing and gossiping about him, some even covering their mouths with tissues, showing disgusted expressions.
At this moment, Chen Daming, recovering from his fear, turned red with shame, wishing he could disappear into the ground.
He never imagined that as a successful businessman, he would end up in such a miserable state, making him feel utterly humiliated.
He would probably never forget this scene for the rest of his life.
"I'm going to take a picture and post it in the residents' group."
Just then, a woman who had previously argued with him suddenly took out her phone.
"Don't you dare take pictures, or I'll kill you all!!"
Chen Daming suddenly noticed one of the women taking out her phone to take pictures, which made him furious with embarrassment.
"I'm taking it anyway. Never thought I'd see the day you'd end up like this, you dog!"
The woman took a picture and shouted to the sky: "Everyone come look! Chen Daming wet his pants!!!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the sound of windows opening echoed through the surrounding buildings, and dozens of windows opened quickly.
The apartment residents all gathered to watch the spectacle.
At this moment, everyone's stares made Chen Daming feel like his world was crumbling. A deep sense of humiliation almost made him wish for death.
When had he ever suffered such humiliation in his life?
But today, he was enduring the ultimate disgrace.
"Everyone look carefully at his crotch area!"
"You're dead!"
Chen Daming, finding strength from somewhere, struggled to his feet and lunged at the woman with flailing arms.
"Ah! Help! Chen Daming is trying to attack me!"
"Chen Daming is trying to silence people in broad daylight!"
The woman, seeing Chen Daming charging at her frantically, turned pale with fear, screaming and standing frozen in place.
"I'll tear your mouth apart!"
Chen Daming shouted as he ran.
But in the next second—
He inexplicably tripped on flat ground, falling face-first.
When he got up, he was completely dazed, his face covered in blood, having lost a tooth.
But after getting up, he suddenly realized something and lost all his previous anger, replaced by sheer terror. He sat on the ground, staring at the flat surface, using his hands to scoot backward.
That feeling of fear returned.
Because he clearly felt something had tripped him.
This time he didn't dare act rashly anymore.
He realized the thing from his house was still following him.
He now felt like he was going mad, could only keep kowtowing, repeatedly saying: "I'm sorry, I won't dare anymore, I shouldn't have provoked you, please spare me, I beg you, please, let me go!"
"What's wrong with him?"
"Has he gone crazy?"
"Did the fall make him stupid?"
"This has nothing to do with me, he tripped on his own!"
The woman who had taken the photo was also stunned, not knowing what had happened.
Now Chen Daming had no energy to care about what others were saying, he could only continue kowtowing.
"Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen."
The two property staff members who had just visited his home came over, surprised to see him in this state, and tugged at his sleeve.
"Ah!"
Chen Daming looked at them in terror, his face pale with fear.
"Mr. Chen, what's wrong?"
One of the property staff asked puzzledly.
"Ghost!"
Chen Daming said tremblingly.
"Didn't you just trip on your own? Now you're talking about ghosts!"
"What kind of excuse is that!"
"You've already lost all dignity, why bother making excuses!"
The nearby women, seeing the property staff arrive, grew bold again.
"Mr. Chen, we checked your home and found nothing unusual except for a broken glass."
One of the property staff members told him.
"Help me up first!"
Chen Daming said to them.
So, the two helped him up, and Chen Daming stood up, looking around at all the people pointing and watching the spectacle.
He decided to leave this haunted place.
However, he needed to go back and get his valuables first.
"Keep supporting me like this, help me back home to get some things."
He said to the property staff.
The staff members nodded.
Then, they endured the strange smell and headed towards Chen Daming's home.
They arrived at Chen Daming's doorstep, and just as they were about to let go, Chen Daming suddenly grabbed their arms and shouted, "Keep holding me, help me to the bedroom!"
"Alright."
The two had no choice but to support him again as they looked ahead.
Just when he had breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that with people touching him, the ghost wouldn't dare appear.
But in the next instant,
Chen Daming suddenly felt something near his cheek...
He turned his eyes to look to the right, only to see a gleaming cleaver appear out of thin air, almost touching his neck.
"Ahhhh!!!"
He was scared out of his wits, letting out a blood-curdling scream that pierced the sky. He then broke free from the two people's grip and stumbled into the kitchen, grabbing a fruit knife.
The two property management staff were also startled, but by Chen Daming's scream.
When they realized Chen Daming was holding a fruit knife, their faces turned ashen with fear.
"Mr. Chen, stay calm, stay calm."
"Please put down the weapon!"
The two quickly called out while slowly backing away, afraid of agitating this seemingly mentally unstable person.
"There's a ghost, there really is a ghost, you have to believe me!"
Chen Daming gripped the knife handle while backing away, his face covered in cold sweat, his forehead continuously beading with perspiration.
In his mind, the scene from moments ago kept flashing - he had nearly had his throat held at knife-point by a cleaver that appeared from nowhere.
"Mr. Chen, please trust us!"
"Please don't be afraid!"
The two property staff tried to persuade him, but Chen Daming had already descended into a state of hysteria.
Chen Daming looked at the two staff members and said, "Call the police! Please!"
Hearing this, the two property staff exchanged glances, and finally, one of them stepped forward and said, "Mr. Chen, please calm down, you're not in a normal state!"
But just as the words fell, Chen Daming saw another cleaver materialize in mid-air above the two staff members' heads.
"Look quickly, there's a knife between your heads!"
Chen Daming shouted in terror.
The two property staff were startled by his words and turned to look, but seeing nothing, they looked back at Chen Daming in confusion.
"It's true! I'm not lying to you, it disappeared again!"
"Please believe me, won't you help me?"
"Please, help me! Call the police quickly!"
Chen Daming kept begging, looking at the two property staff members with tears nearly falling from his eyes.
The two exchanged glances, and one of them nodded, taking out his phone. However, instead of calling the police, he dialed the nearby mental hospital.
Because dealing with someone having a mental breakdown required professional help!
"We're making the call now, please stay calm and put down the knife!"
The other property staff member spread his hands and crouched slightly, trying to persuade Chen Daming.
"Good! Good! Make the call quickly!"
Chen Daming nodded repeatedly, looking at the fruit knife in his hand. His body trembled as he breathed heavily, slowly crouching down to put the knife away.
But the next second, the cleaver appeared again in mid-air behind the two staff members.
"Ah!"
Chen Daming screamed and picked up the fruit knife again: "It's above your heads again!!!"
This made the two staff members tense up again, as they noticed Chen Daming was genuinely looking above their heads, yet when they turned around, they saw nothing.
They realized that Chen Daming might be experiencing hallucinations.
"Please spare me, I beg you!"
Chen Daming cried, but still held onto the knife.
The knife seemed to give him some sense of security. Even though his heart was filled with fear at this moment, he still gripped the fruit knife tightly, as if holding onto a lifeline.
After about ten minutes of this standoff, several people in white coats suddenly appeared at the door, carrying medical boxes and equipment.
They were psychiatrists and several burly male nurses.
When they saw Chen Daming's condition, they were startled, because they saw his disheveled hair stained with bright red blood, tear tracks on his cheeks, and blood seeping from the corners of his mouth.
Clearly, this person was already agitated and showing violent tendencies.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were calling the police, why are doctors here!"
Chen Daming pointed at the two in white coats and shouted angrily.
"Sir, you're a patient now, please cooperate with our treatment, it will help reduce your suffering."
"I'm not sick, I'm not sick!"
Chen Daming screamed while avoiding the approaching white coats, his eyes filled with panic.
He realized that if these doctors took him away, his resume would be marked with a mental illness label, and no company would ever hire him again, so he absolutely refused to let them touch him.
He wanted to run, but found his legs were weak and powerless, unable to stand up.
"Sir, please don't get agitated, it won't help your recovery at all, we're trying to help you!"
One of the white-coated doctors said.
"Don't come near me, stay away!"
Chen Daming kept backing away, tightly gripping the fruit knife, screaming while retreating, afraid to let them touch his body.
Suddenly, another cleaver appeared out of nowhere behind the medical staff.
This cleaver floated above their heads, and this time it even made a chopping motion.
This sight made him tremble in terror, his face pale, collapsing to the ground with his legs numb, unable to stand.
"There's a ghost, look..."
Before he could finish speaking, the knife vanished again.
"Trying to sneak attack?"
"And you say you're not ill!"
"I'm not mentally ill, I'm not sick, I'm not sick, there really is a ghost, please believe me!!!"
Chen Daming shouted while backing away further, but was quickly pinned down by several burly male nurses, then lifted onto a stretcher and tied down. During this, he didn't struggle.
Because he knew struggling might result in being injected with medication.
But things didn't go as he wished.
That damned knife appeared again in his field of vision, causing him to panic and struggle frantically, even the four strong men carrying him felt the pressure.
"Quick, increase the dosage, he's about to break free!"
"Haloperidol, Chlorpromazine, Promethazine!"
"Yes!"
Several nurses immediately pulled out syringes and injected them into his muscles. The effects were quick - Chen Daming gradually calmed down, his eyes closed, mouth agape, no longer struggling.
...............
On the balcony of the neighboring building
Su Cheng watched as the mental hospital vehicle drove away, his face expressionless, but in his hand he was playing with a cleaver that kept disappearing and reappearing into thin air.
This time he had used both his system space ability and invisibility ability.
And Chen Daming, even if he wasn't mentally ill before, would become mentally ill now.
Because when a person without mental illness is given certain psychiatric medications, it causes suppression of the cerebral cortex, leading to drowsiness, mental stupor, fatigue, and various other symptoms.
He had given this person a chance, deliberately having that old lady lock it in the most obvious place.
But even after discovering the car lock, he still insisted on starting the vehicle.
It was clear he wanted to get him into serious trouble.
So naturally, he wouldn't show any mercy either.