Chapter 60

Randy re-entered the George home.

The layout was the same as before, but as soon as he entered the house, a corgi ran over and kept making whimpering sounds around him.

It seemed to want to go for a walk.

"Go back to your cage, or else…"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the dog was frightened away, retreating to its bed, shivering.

Randy's main purpose for being here was to investigate the clapping lamp. The presence of another sect on his territory was something Randy wouldn't tolerate.

"Clap, clap."

Randy clapped his hands again.

The lights in the living room turned on, and the sense of danger appeared once more.

He wanted to see what would happen if he kept clapping.

"Clap, clap, clap, clap!"

Randy clapped wildly, and the sense of danger intensified. Once it reached a certain level, it stopped increasing.

"Could it be because the timing is wrong?"

Randy recalled that Jackson had mentioned the three family massacres had all occurred at night.

"So I need to wait until the evening?"

Randy thought for a moment and then took out a business card, dialing Michelle's number.

The call was quickly answered by an old, withered voice.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Mr. Michelle from the Sartan Company? I'd like to order one of your clapping lamps."

"Oh? Of course, sir. Please leave your address, and we'll have a staff member come to install it for you in a while."

Randy continued to inquire, "Is it possible for you to come and install it right away, or can I visit your company to pick it up?"

"That might not be possible. Our company has many confidential devices, so we can't allow outsiders in. Additionally, we only have one worker, who must finish the current job before starting a new one. However, if you're very urgent, leave your address, and I can have our worker install it for you in advance."

It seemed that one job was one household's life.

Randy suspected that if the George family wasn't away, they might face disaster tonight.

Of course, it wasn't just the George family being equipped with such a device. It was likely that whichever family clapped their hands more frequently at night would be the one prioritized.

"Well, my address is 14 Lampbridge Street. When can you come and install it?"

"Lampbridge Street?"

"Is that not possible?"

"Of course, if it's Lampbridge Street, we can come and install it today."

This caught Randy off guard. He had just mentioned Beverly's address casually.

Randy's eyes narrowed. It seemed this person was planning to complete two jobs in one night.

In that case, it was a good thing; at least he could find out Michelle's details faster.

Convincing Beverly was actually quite simple.

"Alright, let's go ahead with today. Let's discuss the cost."

"Our service is free. After you've experienced it, if you're satisfied, we can discuss the price."

"No, as far as I know, your experience is still paid, right?"

The person, possibly thinking it was a recommendation from a neighbor, became even more enthusiastic. "Ah, yes, after two weeks of experience, you'll fill out a user satisfaction survey, and we'll give you an additional 500 dollars as a reward."

Randy continued to probe, "Is it possible to give the reward in advance?"

"Well, that might not be possible."

"Then how about half of the deposit in advance? No, I won't make it difficult for you. I'll skip the installation…"

"Wait! I can give you half of the deposit in advance! Our company is sincere and wants to ensure customer satisfaction, so we're willing to make concessions."

The person said the last part through gritted teeth.

"Don't worry, I'll help promote your company."

"Hehe, thank you."

Michelle's tone sounded indifferent.

Indeed, his clients were mostly one-time, and he probably hadn't received much satisfaction feedback to this day.

Randy had figured out the nature of his actions; he was willing to spend money in advance.

It seemed that installing such a device and spreading curses brought significant benefits to him.

Perhaps he used curses to enhance his cult?

Randy recalled that there were various cults in America, such as Satanism, the KKK, and the Illuminati. There were quite a few such cults.

Randy hated cultists, so naturally, he wanted to rid the world of them. He didn't even think about sabotaging their beliefs; such people's faith was dirty and chaotic, and it was better to kill them and use them as raw material!

The two of them arranged a time over the phone for two hours later, and Randy would bring tools for the installation.

Randy planned to visit Beverly's house first to persuade her, the homeowner.

Randy tidied up his clothes and then went next door.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Is this Beverly's home?"

After a moment, Beverly, looking disheveled and still in her morning robe, opened the door.

She looked pleasantly surprised. "Randy?"

"It's me. Beverly, were you just sleeping? It's almost noon already."

"Well, I was a bit tired, so I lay down on the sofa for a while. Come in, quickly."

She moved aside to invite Randy in. Since her old friends hadn't returned yet, she hardly had anyone to talk to in the small town. Mike was a busy man, and Jackson was thoughtless.

Beverly wasn't a reclusive person; she preferred a lively home. So, she didn't ask Randy about his visit but warmly invited him to stay for a meal.

"Randy, you haven't had lunch yet, right? Why don't you stay? If it's just me, I either don't feel like cooking or end up making enough for two."

"Sure."

Randy gladly agreed, "I can help too and let you see the results of my month-long cooking lessons."

He also noticed that Beverly had poor social connections. When other families lost their children, relatives and friends would come to comfort them, but Beverly's place was quiet, and even the neighbors were hostile.

Randy wanted this isolated effect.

After the meal, Randy curiously asked, "Beverly, do you have any plans for the afternoon?"

"I've taken the afternoon off, so I don't have any plans. If Jackson asked you to come…"

"No, no, this is my idea. Right now, you shouldn't stay at home. You should go out for a walk; it's good for letting out your grief, just like how I go fishing when I'm sad."

Randy took out the key to the next door: "I just found a temporary job, which is to help Mrs. George next door with house-sitting. We can walk the dog together. I love small animals."

"Huh? You?"

Beverly looked surprised. Although she was puzzled, she still didn't say much and just half-heartedly declined Randy's kindness.

"Come on, let's go for a walk. Don't stay in one place; it's not good for your health to dwell on things."

Finally, under Randy's insistence, Beverly had no choice but to go back to her room to do her makeup and change clothes. Randy waited at the stairwell corner.

As for the clapping lamp installation, there was no rush for now. It would be easier to get Beverly to agree once their relationship was more established.

Soon, Beverly came out of her room with a surprised expression, hastily pulling up the zipper on her dress.

"Randy, the seed you gave me this morning just sprouted!"