Max-Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey-Chapter 194 - Wen Zishus Suspicions
Chapter 194: Chapter 194: Wen Zishu’s Suspicions
Chapter 194: Chapter 194: Wen Zishu’s Suspicions
Shang Junxiao was both angry and embarrassed. He asked the property management for help and even offered to call the police.
The property management then communicated with the neighbor, as the surveillance footage indeed did not capture the segment Shang Junxiao alleged to be stealing underwear.
It also didn’t capture any underwear falling from upstairs.
Even if Shang Junxiao was a pervert, he couldn’t possibly steal the underwear back to his home without anyone knowing.
The property management felt that the underwear was probably the same kind, and the neighbor had made a mistake.
However, the neighbor insisted it was their underwear, with the brand, color, and size all matching.
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Shang Junxiao, greatly upset, then requested to call the police.
In the end, the neighbor couple, probably feeling not quite justified, said they would let it go this time, but if it happened again, they would be the ones to call the police.
They left in a huff with the underwear and even started spreading the word in the homeowners’ group chat that the resident in 2102 was a pervert.
Shang Junxiao, who had never suffered such an indignity all his life, couldn’t bear it. He watched the surveillance video over and over again, and even went to the police himself.
After all the investigation, the underwear indeed turned out to be of the same kind.
The wife’s underwear was eventually found underneath the sofa.
The neighbor had no choice but to apologize to Shang Junxiao in front of the police.
But this matter didn’t end there.
While repeatedly watching the surveillance videos, Shang Junxiao noticed that his behavior that day was indeed unusual.
The footage was from late at night.
At that time, he should have been sleeping. The curtains were drawn, and only a vague figure was visible on the screen.
Yet he had no memory of this segment at all.
In his memory, he was sleeping that night, and he certainly didn’t go to the balcony, much less walked back and forth there like that.
This was really strange.
At first, Shang Junxiao didn’t take it seriously, just thinking he was too busy and had forgotten some things.
But since that day, he often found that things in his house were amiss.
“Things are amiss?” Wen Zishu immediately asked, “What do you mean by ‘amiss’?”
Shang Junxiao didn’t know why Wen Zishu was so interested, but he was eager to vent his frustrations, so without thinking, he continued, “It’s like… how should I put it? For example, the night before, after I got home, I watched TV for a while. I clearly remember putting the remote control on the couch before going to bed, but the next day, the remote control would be in the tea table drawer, placed neatly.”
He originally thought he might have tidied it up himself and forgotten.
But these bizarre incidents kept happening.
The next day when he came home, he took a bath and left his clothes in the bathroom, untouched, and then went to sleep.
However, the next morning, when he woke up, he saw his clothes hanging on the balcony, already dry.
“… Could it be that you washed them yourself?” Wen Zishu felt a bit creeped out, and he vaguely felt that Shang Junxiao’s situation might not be so simple, but he wasn’t sure.
Shang Junxiao said with a mournful face, “I also want to believe that I washed them myself the day before, but… that’s impossible. I don’t even know how to wash clothes… Back when I lived at home, I never did such things; it was always the maid who took care of it. After I moved out on my own, I would have the maid clean and do the laundry for me when she came every day. The washing machine at home only gets used when the maid is here. How could I possibly have a sudden urge to wash my clothes in the middle of the night?”
Wen Zishu looked at Shang Junxiao: “…”
Indeed.
Shang Junxiao was also raised like a precious pearl by his mother.
A young master like him, where would he learn these things?
The more Wen Zishu thought about it, the stranger it seemed. He coughed, hooked his arm around Shang Junxiao’s, and whispered, “Old Shang, do you think that your situation is too bizarre to be caused by sleepwalking, and could it, in fact, be a supernatural event?”
