Chapter 43 – This is the Tradition of the Pioneers
Without further questioning, Tu Ran changed the topic. “Mr. Tubin, you must have heard our conversation just now. There is more than one alien parasite on the farm.”
“I heard it,” Tubin nodded. “So you need to help us get rid of them quickly.” His voice was very urgent.
Tu Ran smiled, “Of course we will, but this alien parasite is hiding too well. We can’t catch it right away, so I think instead of searching aimlessly, we should set a trap to lure it out.”
“How do we lure it?” Tubin asked urgently. “I am willing to cooperate with you.”
His expression clearly showed that he had been tormented by the alien parasites.
“It’s simple. These alien parasites feed on bones, so we just need to prepare some bones to attract it, lure it into the trap, and then catch it all at once.”
“Okay,” Tubin agreed enthusiastically. “I’ll go prepare right away.” He turned to leave as he spoke.
Tu Ran called after him, “Mr. Tubin, don’t rush off. There are other things I haven’t explained yet.”
Tubin stopped and turned to look at her, waiting for her to continue.
“Where is the most monitored place on the entire farm?”
Tubin thought for a moment. “At the villa’s front gate.”
“Good, we will set the trap there. As for the bones needed for the trap, you don’t need to worry about that, Mr. Tubin. We’ll use the remaining half of the Tibetan Mastiff’s carcass,” Tu Ran said.
Tubin was stunned. “Tibetan Mastiff? Carcass? Mr. Egan’s Tibetan Mastiff is dead?”
“Mr. Tubin, you don’t know yet, but that Tibetan Mastiff has already been half-eaten by the aliens,” Ding Naiqing said.
Tubin looked heartbroken. “Those two Tibetan Mastiffs were Mr. Egan’s favorites before he passed away.”
Ding Naiqing comforted him kindly, “Mr. Tubin, don’t be sad. The Tibetan Mastiff’s death was worth it. Without it, we wouldn’t have discovered the alien species.”
Tu Ran elbowed him.
If you don’t know how to comfort someone, don’t say anything. What kind of talk is that?
Ding Naiqing looked at her, puzzled.
Tu Ran shifted her gaze to the guards behind her. “Move the Tibetan Mastiff’s carcass to the villa’s front gate.”
“Yes,” the three guards responded and left.
“Let’s go, Mr. Tubin. We need to check the situation at the gate and connect your farm’s surveillance to our equipment so we can monitor it,” Tu Ran said.
Tubin, having somewhat recovered from his grief, asked, “Why do you need surveillance? Aren’t you staying here tonight?”
“Of course we are staying. We—” Ding Naiqing started, but Tu Ran elbowed him again, signaling him to shut up.
Though still puzzled, Ding Naiqing obediently closed his mouth.
Tu Ran looked at Tubin and explained gently, “We can’t stay here. Some of our team members are investigating elsewhere, and we need to regroup with them to discuss our strategy.”
“Can’t you have a remote meeting?” Tubin asked.
“No,” Tu Ran lied with a straight face. “It’s a tradition of our pioneer team.”
Ding Naiqing thought, ‘Since when did the pioneer team have such a tradition?’
The other guards thought, ‘If the pioneer team has such a tradition, it must be extraordinary!’
Tu Ran thought, ‘I just don’t feel safe here.’
If there were more than one alien parasite, how could they be sure there were only two? This place might already be a nest of them.
She wasn’t foolish. There were safer places to stay than one filled with potential dangers.
