American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

"Dude!"

At this moment, Bell had already walked out of the main church building with his coat and followed Jeffrey.

"How about it? Do you think this figure looks good?"

Jeffrey, who was lean and lean, took out his mobile phone from his arms and continued walking without even looking at his colleagues.

"I don't know, don't ask me, after all, there's something wrong with my brain."

"Oh my god..." Beck apologized, slapping his forehead.

"I'm sorry! Jeffrey! I'm sorry! Okay?"

However, Jeffrey ignored Baker and walked faster towards the police car on the side of the street.

Baker followed behind and kept talking.

"Hey man, come on, you should know, it was just a joke..."

Until the two of them got into the police car, Baker, who didn't hear a response, spread his hands with a rather angry look.

"We've been working together for so long, and you still don't understand me? Okay, whatever!"

Hearing this, Jeffrey glanced at Baker who seemed to be sulking in the passenger seat and said calmly.

"What do you want to do or what would you do if you thought Father York was the mysterious man?"

"I can……"

Baker raised his eyebrows slightly, wanting to say something, but found that he couldn't answer the question.

He suddenly thought of something: even if he felt that Father York was the mysterious man through physical comparison, he still couldn't do anything.

Jeffrey inserted the key into the car hole and then said calmly.

"We came here just to complete the task, not to do anything, because the people who died were all rotten beasts, and the bureau did not do anything about this matter,"

Buzz! ! ! !

The police car was started, Jeffrey said calmly while shifting gears and stepping on the accelerator.

"So what you should take seriously now is the case that is happening now..."

boom! ! !

The police car suddenly sped forward, rushing into the darkness and leaving the church immediately.

Not long after, he merged into the traffic heading towards the city center and sped towards the city center.

"Elevator murder? Or did it happen in Jesse Towers?"

Just as his colleague said, Bell quickly changed his state. He frowned and remembered a jumping case he received yesterday, which happened to happen in Jesse Building.

"Yeah!" Jeffrey, who was in charge of driving, recalled the information on his phone and said in a concise tone.

"According to the reporter's description, there was some kind of malfunction in the elevator in the Jesse Building, trapping five passengers. However, not long after, the lights suddenly went out, possibly due to the malfunction. When the lights were restored, a person was already dead in the elevator. …”

As he spoke, Jeffrey closed his mouth and looked at the traffic in front of him and the shining neon lights, his brows frowning more and more.

According to the information he got, one of the most suspicious things was that the elevator had been malfunctioning for a long time. During this period, professional maintenance workers had not found out the cause of the malfunction, which made him suspect the murderer and the maintenance man inside. There is some kind of connection.

"watt?"

Baker still couldn't figure it out, "Man, does this murderer look down on us? How dare he kill people right under his nose?"

Jeffrey didn't respond. He just threw the phone at Baker and stepped on the accelerator.

"Go and take a look first."

Buzz! ! ! !

"Hey!!! Man, slow down, slow down!!"

At Baker's call, the police car passed every car in front of it like an arrow.

At this moment, two security guards were sitting in the control room of the Jesse Building where a murder had occurred. One of them, Adolf, the security captain with gray hair on his temples, was holding a walkie-talkie and watching the surveillance camera trying to keep the people trapped in the elevator safe. calm.

"The police will be here soon. Please stay calm. We will try our best to keep the lights from going out again, okay?"

That being said, when someone suddenly and inexplicably dies in the elevator, by hanging himself, no one will remain calm.

There were only three men and one woman left in the elevator. The dead person was an old woman. She was hanging in the air by a rope. Her hair was disheveled, her face was ferocious, and her tongue was stretched out.

Abigail, who was only wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and jeans, was a little hysterical, crying and panicking.

"Fk!!! A person died!! Who can calm down like this!!"

She huddled tightly in the corner of the elevator, staring at the three people who were equally guarded and nervous. Now the remaining ones were all men, which made her wariness and fear reach the limit.

The second living person was a tall black man named Ralph, who was wearing a security uniform and had just been on the job for the day.

He glanced at the hanged old woman, swallowed the non-existent saliva, and huddled in another corner, facing all directions, and finally his eyes stopped on the two men next to him, his eyes wary.

In his mind, Abigail, a woman, should not be able to do this. Only a man would have the strength to lift an old woman, especially this thick man in casual clothes.

"Damn it! Fix the elevator quickly! I can't stay in this fucking elevator for a minute!"

At the same time, Max, who seemed to be able to sense the particularly defensive gaze of the black man, now put most of his wariness on the black man. For him, only Ralph could do this quietly.

The last living person was Vic, a short man who looked like an elite in a gray suit. He was not even as good as Abigail, squatting in the corner and crying in terror.

"Please! Please!!..."

But what they didn't know was that no one could hear their prayers.

Adolf in the surveillance room watched the people in the surveillance room move their mouths, but there was no sound. He frowned and looked at the men next to him.

Ronald, his subordinate, understood what he was talking about, picked up a walkie-talkie and put it to his mouth.

"Man, what have you gotten to?"

Dark basement.

The sound was transmitted to another intercom through a certain channel. Jean, the maintenance worker who had just finished checking the wiring in the mechanical room, stopped checking the main wiring in the basement with a strange and puzzled look.

"There is also no problem with the main line in the basement and it looks normal."

Ronald looked at his captain Adolf, and then spoke into the intercom.

"Man, you need to hurry up. People died in the elevator. I'm afraid they won't be able to bear it."

Gene was a little surprised and a little unbelievable that someone died just now, but he looked at the bus line where everything was normal and shrugged.

"Okay, I'll speed up, but it looks like there should be no problem with the line. I need to go to the elevator shaft to check."

The sound reached the control room. Ronald and Adolf looked at each other and could only respond to the intercom.

"Ok, good luck to you, man."

After hearing the response, maintenance worker Gene put away the walkie-talkie and took one last look at the line. Still no problem was found. He tilted his head and could only press the strange feeling, and continued walking deeper with the muff in hand.

Thanks to Kopcn for the tip! ! ! Thank you for your support! !

This chapter shouldn’t seem too confusing to you, right?

I tried to write it as concisely as possible.