Who did it?

Case-2

Oct 08, 09:38 AM

The perfect way to start lazy Monday mornings are with a hot cup of coffee. I drove to never by starbucks and grabbed my favorite americano. I drive to my workplace while enjoying every sip of my hot coffee and magically my soul feels warm and fresh. I work as a Chemist at Quality Chemical Lab (QCL), my main duty is to mix different chemicals, study their reaction and report to professor Miklos. It's not easy to work under him, he is a devil in human body. Damn I am 5min late to work, Last time I was punished for being late. He locked me in the room of Nitrous Oxide (N2O) for an hour. I still remember that day my cheeks and my stomach was busted in pain and I died of laughing, N2O is also known as laughing gas. Finn got a t-shirt for punishment printed with an invisible paint, an awkward design of b**bs that glows under UV light. There is a talk that he never repeats the same punishment again and I am sure that devil has already plotted something for me.

The lab door is locked from inside, I knocked the door twice and there is no response. I tried to look inside through window, I can see professor Miklos lying on the ground in the prone position. I stood there thinking, this might be some kind of trick to punish me but I was unable to figure out completely. "Professor Miklos sorry I am late, it's because of traffic can you please open the door for me" I said. There is no response, I felt strange and I started banging on the door. Soon people started to gather and decided to break the lock. I peered in, found professor Miklos is dead, his lips are black and he vomited before dying. Immediately I dialed 911...

Oct 08, 10:12 AM

Operator: 911, What's your emergency?

Me: I want to report an accident...

Operator: Okay, What is it?

Me: Professor Miklos found dead in our chemical lab, I think he accidentally spilled some chemicals.

Operator: Where are you calling from?

Me: I am calling from Quality Chemical Lab, 2320 Corporate Drive, Wilmington.

Operator: What's your name? What do you do?

Me: Colter Woods... I am a Chemist at QCL.

Operator: Colter, I need you to preserve crime scene. Can you do that for me?

Me: Yes... I can do that. (I came out, closed the door and told everyone to go back to their work politely)

Operator: Good, don't worry I am sending cops they will be there soon.

Me: Okay...Thanks

Operator: Colter, do you have any idea, what kind of chemical is that?

Me: I am not sure but the room has sickly sweet pungent swell.

Operator: Do you feel any kind of sensation like nausea, hard to breath or anything like that?

Me: No, I feel fine... (Inside my head "I feel fine except a break down that I got after seeing dead professor Miklos")

Operator: Okay, for some safety reasons stay away from that room and make sure that no one enters till the cops arrive. You understand?

Me: Yes, I got it...

I stood in front of the window and watching dead professor Miklos in complete shock. Everyone in QCL thinks him as a devil and of course he does things like that. As far as I know, this chemical lab was his life, sometimes he sleeps in there and he always used to drink alcohol (C2H6O) made by himself. He calls it as ethacol (ethanol + cole). Once I tasted ethacol, it has slightly sweetness and slightly bitterness like a mixture of fruit and beer. He treats chemicals like his own children, caring and tries to understand them. I thought he was a crazy person but seeing him like this making me down. I didn't even realized that I was crying until a teardrop touches my hand.