章節 107: Chapter 107
Randy firmly confirmed again, "Yes, work at the police station."
Beverly struggled to sit up, her face still flushed. Even though she felt resistant, she nodded slightly.
"Well, I guess I should try to adapt to this job."
"You'll do great."
Randy, smiling, sat down beside her, wiping the sweat from her forehead. "You need to make sure everyone in the town knows you. You're the one who will bring them hope and salvation."
"You make it sound like I'm some kind of savior," Beverly replied.
"Well, aren't you?" Randy responded matter-of-factly. "I chose you, so yes, you're the savior."
Faith doesn't have to come from religion alone; personal admiration is also a way to draw power. Beverly needed reputation, and Randy was going to help her achieve that. But gaining real authority would be a bit trickier, and becoming a public official seemed like a good choice.
Randy had considered stepping in himself, but with his Asian face, he'd be too conspicuous in America and might attract unnecessary attention.
Beverly, on the other hand, was just right. She had a bit of a bad reputation in Derry, but those bad rumors weren't quite stains—they actually served as a foundation for her notoriety.
This was very important.
Imagine how the townspeople would talk about her when discussing the recent big events.
"Did you hear about Beverly? The one who killed her father as a child, then killed her husband after she got married? She easily solved the case of the missing children and even saved one, while the police spent a week with no progress!"
People would be shocked, and then they would recall her past. Those bad rumors would quickly turn around.
With John now taking the blame and Pennywise unlocking the repressed memories, the townspeople would be stunned to realize that in just a week, all these heinous events had occurred, and none of them were solved by the police. They'd surely resent the authorities for this.
And with Beverly's recent heroics, her joining the police force would undoubtedly raise expectations.
The cult leader's approval filled Beverly's heart with warmth, especially as Randy's occasional touch sent shivers down her spine.
"Alright, I'll go to the police station after I clean up."
"Go now."
Randy grabbed her pants from the sofa and tossed them to her.
"This..."
"Obey."
"...Okay."
Beverly felt particularly uncomfortable but obediently followed Randy's order.
After getting dressed, she suppressed her discomfort and knelt before Randy, respectfully helping him put on his shoes. These gestures were ingrained in her very bones.
"Since you're all ready, let's go."
Randy opened the door, and in that instant, Beverly felt a wave of fear but still followed closely behind him.
As they walked, Beverly's steps were unsteady, constantly adjusting her clothes and wiping off any stains on them.
Luckily, it was dark now, so the marks shouldn't be too noticeable.
Randy was very pleased with Beverly's performance today.
She still maintained a high level of independence. When faced with difficulties, she would always think about solutions first, acting calmly without rushing headlong into danger.
The key point was that her obedience remained solid. Even when going against her will, she would eventually be persuaded after a couple of sentences.
In fact, earlier that afternoon when Randy arrived at her house and started undressing her without a word, Beverly didn't resist much. At most, she showed some reluctance before eventually complying.
She was a good candidate for further development.
Randy didn't want to spend too much effort brainwashing her, so implanting a memory with a magical imprint was the simplest way to control her. The only pity was that Beverly couldn't become a supernatural being.
People like Carrie, who was born with magical abilities, or Little Bee, who had been granted divine powers, were not suited for memory alteration.
Modifying someone's memory essentially imposed magic within their mind. If a person never came into contact with cultivation or supernatural practices, they would never become aware of the manipulation.
However, once they encountered cultivation or sensed magical powers, they would naturally detect the anomaly within their own mind.
By the time they approached the police station, the protests had already been temporarily quelled.
"You know what to say, right?" Randy asked with a smile.
"I know. I need their recognition."
Beverly was still the strong woman she had always been. In terms of personality and various abilities, she was top-notch. She even had impressive combat skills. Her only flaw was her bad luck.
The people she encountered were almost always bad, dragging her into endless struggles.
"Keep going. You deserve their admiration."
With one final word of encouragement from Randy, Beverly stepped out of the car.
She walked toward the crowd, quickly surrounded by a group of officers, who escorted her to the police chief. After a brief conversation, Beverly officially took the stage.
A woman—an attractive woman, radiating a unique aura.
Right now, Beverly was absolutely dazzling. It wasn't just because of what she had done today but also her confident demeanor and striking looks, which easily won the recognition of those present.
The parents who had lost their children saw Beverly, once a fellow victim, not only stepping out of the darkness but boldly standing up and striking back against evil. They couldn't help but admire her courage.
"Beverly joining will definitely make a difference."
"She's already better than those incompetent drunks!"
Soon, the crowd of protesters was calmed by Beverly, who would officially start working at the police station tomorrow.
The issue had been perfectly resolved.
Police Captain Brooke was thrilled, as it had been his idea. The chief would remember his cleverness.
Moreover, Beverly would now be working under him, so he could take credit for her accomplishments. Meanwhile, Jackson, who had recommended her, was promoted to Beverly's deputy.
The police captain temporarily dropped his plans to fire Jackson.
"Jackson, you finally did something right," Brooke said.
Jackson beamed with excitement. "Of course! Only someone as smart as me could come up with such a brilliant idea."
The captain immediately frowned, turning away, no longer willing to speak to him.
Meanwhile, Beverly was getting acquainted with several high-ranking officials from the police station: the chief of Derry, along with three deputy chiefs from different districts. The upper-town district, with its separate police station, wasn't included.
She also had to introduce herself to other frontline officers and sergeants, as well as the logistics captain, who handed her a fitted uniform. The handgun would have to wait until tomorrow.
"Shall we throw a party for our hero?" The chief, though not particularly fond of Beverly, remained warm and enthusiastic.
"Sorry, I'm already exhausted today and can't wait to go home."
Beverly hurriedly declined, her expression slightly off, but no one seemed to notice.
"Fair enough, you have been through a lot today."
The others didn't push further. Beverly then turned to leave. Jackson wanted to personally escort her, but she promptly rejected him.
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