76 The Murder in the Elevator

"Society is so complicated to understand." At that moment, Detective Bowden, who was investigating a possible suicide case, was under a huge building when the police were suddenly called from the building, where he knew a suicide or murder had occurred.

Just as he was about to enter, Derek, along with his partner, appeared as reinforcements for the detective, who immediately headed towards the building. Derek was a slim police officer, someone very cheerful, so he was rarely nervous about anything that could spoil the day for anyone else.

"Are you bothered about asking the priest about your evil theory?" His partner, named Raúl, shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter that Priest didn't deny what I think about that demon."

"And he also told us not to think about nonsense that would hinder our thoughts; isn't that the exact problem you're going through?" Raúl looked at his partner and said, "We've been working together for so long, and you still don't understand me? Well, whatever you want!"

"I believe you, but thinking that there is something else in this world is a bit complicated."

"Now that I think about it, why did you ask Priest Anton for his opinion on that mass murderer?" Raúl asked, changing the subject.

"That's because..." At that moment, Derek didn't know how to respond. He knew that Priest Anton was not an ordinary person. The work he did was more like that of a different kind of priest than the one he was familiar with, and that was something many had noticed for a long time, but no one ever said anything. Not only were the cars driven by Priest Anton of very high luxury, but his information was classified in the police database, leaving him very curious.

"Forget it; it doesn't matter much; I just know that the people who died are someone no one will remember," Raúl said, setting aside his curious question. "We must take this job seriously; I heard we would be under the command of a quite perfectionist detective."

"Of course, I always take my job seriously."

Not long after, both headed towards the city where traffic was exhausting, but having an emergency meant there was no need to follow speed regulations, so they both decided to accelerate.

"A murder in an elevator?" Derek looked at Detective Bowden, who had been investigating a case until recently.

As they had heard, they learned that there was a murder in an elevator where several people were trapped due to mechanical failures. "That's right, according to the description in the report by the guards who reported the crime, there was initially a malfunction of the elevator, trapping five people. However, shortly after, the lights went out suddenly, possibly due to the malfunction. When the lights were restored, one person was already dead in the elevator."

Bowden looked around and said, "What you need to consider is that this building is involved in another death that occurred this morning. Details are important, so I called you two because you are specialists in this aspect."

Derek and Raúl wanted to be detectives; they had tried for a long time but had never been accepted. They were police officers, something similar to detectives who dealt with crimes outside the city, putting them on a level similar to real detectives. According to the information they obtained, one of the most suspicious things was that the elevator had been malfunctioning for a long time, during which time maintenance professionals had not discovered the cause of the malfunction, making them suspect that the killer was related to the maintenance from within.

"Is this a joke?" Derek couldn't understand it and said, "Damn, don't we know exactly who the killer is while we're all trapped in an elevator?"

"Killing people in front of my eyes is something new, a challenge that I am obliged to accept." Bowden looked carefully around the building, and before deciding to enter, he said, "Keep your eyes open."

"Understood."

...

At that moment, two security guards were sitting in the control room of the building where a murder had occurred. One of them, with gray hair, held a radio while looking at the security camera showing what was happening in the elevator. He was just trying to keep the people inside safe.

"The police will arrive soon. Please remain calm. We will do our best to prevent the lights from going out again, okay?"

Having said this, when someone dies suddenly and inexplicably in the elevator after being stabbed in the neck, no one can remain calm. In the elevator, there were only two men, an elderly woman, and a woman. The man who had died was a mattress salesman; he had been wounded in the neck and died from excessive blood loss.

The woman, whose name was unknown, was the most hysterical. She cried while panicking. "Damn, how is it that someone died in this place?" She huddled tightly in the corner of the elevator, looking at the people who were equally cautious and nervous. Now there were only two men and an elderly woman left, making their caution even greater.

One of the men was a guard who, until recently, was worried about being fired for not being at his job. The second living man was a mechanic, the elderly woman, who was known very little, and the woman who kept panicking. Everyone stared at the mattress salesman's corpse, each taking a corner of the elevator while entering a state of panic.

The mechanic, who was the most sober about it, looked at the woman. In his opinion, she couldn't have the strength to kill a man in such a short time and with such ease, especially the way he died. "Damn, they better fix this damn elevator quickly," said the guard, who couldn't keep control.

At the same time, the guard, feeling what seemed like an offensive gaze from the mechanic, knew what he was thinking of him. Everyone seemed to want to blame the guard because he was one of the closest and had done something strange the first time the lights went out.

"Please, open this damn place as soon as possible." But what they didn't know was that no one could hear their prayers. The guards watched as people moved their mouths, but there was no sound, which confused them a lot.

One of them understood that they were talking, so he took the radio and asked, "Dwigth, when are you going to arrive?" In the basement of the building, the voice of the guard came out of the intercom. Dwigth, who is the maintenance worker, had just checked the wiring in the control room, and his expression only showed confusion.

"There's no problem down here." The guard holding the radio insisted, "You must hurry; someone has just died in the elevator."

Dwigth was very shocked to hear that someone in the elevator had just died, but now that he didn't know exactly what the problem with the elevator was, he scratched his head.

"I'll check it again, but there shouldn't be any problem. I must go to the elevator shaft now to know exactly if the problem comes from there." The response reached the surveillance room, where the two guards heard this explanation.

"Good luck; we really need to fix this problem." After getting ready, Dwigth took a look at the elevator shaft. Still, he found no problem. He tilted his head and shone a flashlight in his hand, inspecting the cables.