Chapter 55

Randy had to put in a lot of effort to climb out of the well.

With his lightning affinity, he could levitate and manipulate objects, but flying was still a challenge.

Fortunately, the clown had the ability to fly, so there was another reason to take the clown's power.

Randy looked around at the desolate surroundings.

Behind him was an old, abandoned mansion. Although there were a few other houses nearby, they all seemed uninhabited.

Randy checked the time on his phone. His thirst for revenge had started too early. Although it seemed like he had been busy for a while, it was still not even nine o'clock. The day had just begun.

He opened the map and searched for 14 Lantern Bridge Street, finding it to be quite close.

So Randy decided to go find Beverly first.

Just as he took a few steps towards the intersection, he suddenly heard barking from a distance. A large black dog ran out from a residential area, followed closely by a Black police officer.

"Hey, wait! Don't run so fast!"

The black dog soon reached Randy's side but stopped after getting within a certain range, continuously sniffing and making whining noises.

Randy frowned, suddenly realizing something, and his expression changed to one of concern.

When the Black police officer approached, Randy's guess was confirmed. The officer had a sealed bag on his belt, containing a torn red balloon.

Randy had a similar balloon in his pocket.

The officer looked at Randy with surprise, then reassured his dog.

"Hey, buddy, why are you running? Did you find a clue?"

"Woo-woo."

The police dog nudged the sealed bag and then barked at Randy.

The officer's expression immediately changed.

"You're the child abductor—The Clown!"

With that, he drew his gun from his pocket.

Randy remained calm under the gun's gaze and replied with a cold face, "What are you talking about?"

Always blaming the clown, why should he take the fall for it today?

"It's you! My buddy sniffed out your scent. You're the child abductor in this town. Damn it, I've never seen such a handsome man in the nearby community. You must be a fugitive, using your looks to lure those kids!"

The officer held the gun in one hand and prepared to call for backup with the other.

"Hello?"

But when he pressed the button, the radio only emitted static.

"Although you just complimented me, I'm sorry."

Randy extended his senses, confirming that there was no one else nearby before taking action. Lightning gathered in his hand.

"Witchcraft! This is witchcraft!"

The officer was shocked and immediately fired his gun, but at a distance of seven steps, all the bullets were dodged.

The newly acquired danger perception ability allowed Randy to anticipate the trajectory of the bullets before they were fired. Combined with his fast reaction speed and powerful physical abilities, he was completely unthreatened.

"Your turn is over."

Randy struck the black dog with a bolt of lightning, killing it instantly, then controlled a strong current to ensure the officer was thoroughly dealt with.

After finishing, Randy quickly took out a new balloon, popped it to leave the scene, and then turned to leave.

He couldn't leave any clues behind.

The gunshots would have definitely attracted attention; he couldn't stay here any longer.

As for the corpse, he decided to leave it for now. A missing officer would lead to a search of all nearby places, while a dead officer was easier to handle. Just framing someone and leaving a balloon as evidence pointing to the culprit would suffice.

As Randy ran down another street, he heard the wailing of police sirens.

But he remained unconcerned, turning left and right as he made his way to Beverly's address.

With the changes in the world, Beverly's life had also altered. She no longer lived in an apartment but had her own small house.

Following Lantern Bridge Street, Randy arrived at number 14, then knocked on the door.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The door quickly opened, but it wasn't Beverly; it was a middle-aged man.

The man looked surprised, sizing Randy up before asking, "Who are you looking for?"

Randy hesitated, looking at the row of houses along the street. This was indeed number 14.

Wasn't Beverly single?

Before Randy could answer, the man thought for a moment, then showed a look of realization. "Oh, are you here for the job? Why are you so early? Come on in."

He immediately stepped aside.

Randy, frowning, entered the house and first looked at the family photo hanging in the living room.

It was a very happy family of three, but the woman was not Beverly.

Had he come to the wrong place?

There was no reason for Beverly to give him the wrong address.

"First of all, I want to tell you that you can use any of the facilities in the house. Feel free to play any games you like. If you're really tired, you can rest in the guest room. Most importantly! The pets I keep and the dog in the house! Make sure they don't get thirsty or hungry."

The middle-aged man had obviously misunderstood Randy's identity and began explaining the situation in the house, including where the dog food and fertilizer were kept.

Had he been mistaken for a housekeeper?

Randy was about to explain and leave when the man suddenly clapped his hands.

"Clap, clap!"

The lights in the living room came on.

"This is our newly installed clap-on light system. Every time you clap, the lights will automatically turn on. They will go off after a while. I hope you get used to it."

Randy squinted; there was something wrong with this clap-on light.

As soon as the man clapped, a curse spread across his palm.

Randy suddenly recalled that during a phone call with Jackson, he mentioned that the victim's house also had a clap-on light system. Jackson had even complained that it didn't save much electricity.

"Is it like this?"

Randy also tested by clapping his hands.

"Clap, clap."

The next second, his danger perception slightly activated, but it wasn't very strong.

"Clap, clap!"

Randy clapped again, and this time the danger perception intensified, as if danger was approaching.

The clapping was a curse; the clap-on light system was problematic.

"Sir, what should I call you?"

"Call me George."

"Hello, Mr. George, I'm Randy Shaw."

The two shook hands, and Randy asked, "Mr. George, I'd like to know how you acquired this clap-on light system? Was it from the town's store?"

"This…"

George explained, "No, it was a strange person who came to sell it, claiming it was a product from the town's store and wanted user feedback. They installed it for free, and after half a month, we fill out a satisfaction survey, and we even get an extra hundred dollars. So, I agreed. The switch is at the door; you can adjust the light-off time."

Randy immediately went to the door, where he saw a high-tech item like a mirror. He extended his senses.

There was definitely a problem; there was a familiar, dark aura coming from it.

Is there a competitor in town?

Randy turned to George, "Oh, I see. Do you have contact information for that person?"

"Let me find it. I remember I have a business card."

George thought Randy also wanted the device, so he got up to search the living room.