American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

"All right!"

The news reached the maintenance worker Gene. He looked at the normally operating electrical box and shook his head, then took a flashlight and shined it into the shaft next to it.

"If this doesn't work, the only way I can think of is to go back to the top of the building, climb down from the top of the elevator, and restart the elevator manually."

In the monitoring room.

Ronald and Adolf looked at each other, then pressed the button and responded.

"That's all we can do, Gene. Call me when you get there."

"Okay, wait for my news."

Gene let go of the intercom button and looked straight into the shaft. He had a very strange feeling in his heart. He always felt that there seemed to be something inside. And the more he looked at it, the more he looked at it, the more he thought about something that should not go there. déjà vu.

So, he carefully approached while taking care of it, but before he reached it, there was a sudden strange sound from the tiles that startled him.

"What the hell!"

Gene cursed secretly and shone the flashlight inside, but the visibility in the shaft was even lower than outside, so he couldn't see everything.

So, he continued to walk closer until he entered the shaft, and this time he finally saw something making a strange noise.

They were several twisted steel wires, and they were being pulled taut by some force.

Gene opened his eyes wide, looked up at the elevator hovering in the sky, and finally cursed secretly.

"Oh! shit!! Damn it!!"

Following his voice, the taut wire was suddenly thrown towards him...

monitoring room.

The two security guards staring closely at the surveillance screen had only two choices.

One waits for the police officer to arrive, and the other waits for the maintenance worker Gene to return to the roof.

So the only thing the two of them could do was to stare at the monitoring screen and continue to wait.

Perhaps because he was impatient with waiting, Adolf also began to feel a little irritable.

"Ronald! Our dear police officer, why haven't you come yet?"

"Shit!! All our taxpayers' money is in vain?"

Ronald glanced at his captain and chose to ignore it. He just kept staring at the surveillance screen and continued to reason about the murderer.

The situation in the elevator was the same as before, the lights were still flashing, and the passengers inside seemed to be saying something, but no sound came through.

Ronald looked at it and couldn't help but take out his cross and pray for the innocent passengers inside.

"God, please bless these poor people."

However, just when he took out the cross to pray, in the afterimage left by the flickering light, he seemed to see a skull composed of afterimages.

"what's the situation?"

Ronald stared blankly at the surveillance screen, feeling dazzled. He blinked, the lights were still flickering, but the skull was gone.

"What's wrong?" Adolf heard Ronald's movement and looked at him.

"Ronald, what did you find?"

Although he can no longer see it, the scene that happened just now left a trace in Ronald's heart. He clutched the cross tightly and stared at the monitoring screen.

"without."

Adolf didn't pay attention and looked at the other surveillance screens. Looking at the scenes inside, his tone relaxed and was still full of ridicule.

"Our dear police officers are finally here."

……………………………………………

Jesse Building.

A crowd of people swarmed in.

"Go, seal all entrances and exits, and disperse the crowd."

"And bring me the entry and exit registration book as well."

"..."

Jeffrey and Baker, who were in charge of this case, directed every step of the way. In a short while, the entire Jesse Building was under the control of the police.

Greeted by Adolf and Ronald, Jeffrey and Baker came to the monitoring screen.

Jeffrey stared at the situation inside with a calm expression.

"Nothing should have happened before we arrived, right?"

Adolf responded, telling everything.

"No, officer, there's just something wrong with the lighting. Our maintenance workers are ready to repair it..."

"And they can hear us, but we can't hear them..."

"..."

As soon as he heard about the maintenance man, Jeffrey stared at the surveillance screen and looked at his colleague Baker. Before coming, they had already analyzed in advance that the murderer inside could kill people in the elevator. The maintenance man was suspected of being connected from inside and outside.

"Where is your maintenance man now?"

Adolf was stunned, not understanding what he meant, and looked at Ronald.

Ronald glanced at the monitor screen and then responded.

"Gene? He's probably still in the basement or on the roof."

Hearing this, Jeffrey nodded to Baker.

Baker understood instantly, waved his hand and hurriedly left the monitoring room with several police officers.

"Officer, what's going on?"

Jeffrey didn't answer, just picked up the walkie-talkie signaled by Adolf, looked at the monitoring screen and pressed the button.

"I'm Officer Jeffrey from the New York Police Department. We're trying to get you out. It won't take too long.

So you guys must stay calm. Now you listen to me and do what I say. Take out the things that can prove your identity and hand them to the monitor. We want to know your identity..."

Jeffrey's voice rang in the elevator, perhaps because the police had arrived. The four people who huddled in the four corners to guard against each other breathed a sigh of relief.

In the flickering lights, Max, who was in civilian clothes, looked at the other three people who had not moved and shrugged.

"I'm not the murderer, I'll go first."

With that said, under the still wary gazes of the three people, Max took out his ID card from his pocket and looked at the monitor to lift the ID card.

Although the lights were still flickering, the names inside could still be seen.

"Max Ward."

In the control room, Jeffrey directed Adolf to write down Max's name.

"Next person."

Hearing the sound, Max knew that he was finished, and returned to his seat with a calm expression, looking at the other three people.

"I come."

When things got to this point, no one could avoid it. The black man, Ralph, fought for the second one, walked out of the corner and held his number plate in front of the monitor.

"Relf Luke."

Registration has also been completed in the monitoring room.

Then they took out the ID cards of Abigail, Vic, and even the old woman...

"May Birrell."

"..."

Jeffrey took the paper Adolf had written and handed it to a police officer on standby.

"Let the bureau investigate the situation of these people. I want to know where their connections are and whether there is any relationship between them and the deceased."

In homicide cases, the motive and reason for the murderer's attack are usually investigated, which is the key to the investigation. The police officer knew the importance and hurriedly left with the paper.

"call……"

Jeffrey let out a breath and continued to look at the surveillance screen, his eyes lingering on the black man Ralph and Max in civilian clothes.

When he arrived at the scene and combined all the information, his suspicions had been placed on the black man Relf and the civilian Max.

If there were maintenance workers outside to help or secretly arrange it, with the physical fitness of these two people, they could kill May Birrell in an instant when the lights went out.

However, this relatively reasonable reasoning stalled under Baker's notice.

"Oh! shit! Jeffrey, he's dead."