Feng Ling left the Incineration Plant and looked up at the sky.
The moonlight was dim tonight. The waxing crescent was occasionally swallowed by thin clouds, and there were only a few stars. The sparse nightscape matched her mood perfectly.
She sighed, feeling that she needed outside help. She took out her phone and called Li Qing, then had the Taoist pass the phone to Ye Zheng.
"I think I fell into a trap."
Feng Ling paused for a moment, then began explaining her situation.
"Little Third Child found two Xenomorphs carrying Parasitic Eyes. I tracked them all the way to an Incineration Plant in the outskirts. I found the Xenomorphs' bodies inside—they'd already gone offline. Then I found a Cold Storage Room in the Incineration Plant. There were many corpses inside. The Xenomorphs killed by the Twins last night were also in the Cold Storage Room, dismembered, with only their arms left. Oh, right—I also found a Hunter. He'd probably been dead for several days. His body already stank."
Ye Zheng asked, "Where are you now? What's the surrounding environment like? Is there any cover?"
"I understand what you mean..." Feng Ling sighed again and looked around. "There's no ambush, no traps. The Incineration Plant only had one security guard at the gate, and he was already killed by the Xenomorphs. The area is all wasteland, with nothing around. It seems the Xenomorphs lured me here just so I'd discover the Cold Storage Room."
Ye Zheng said nothing, seeming to think it over.
Feng Ling continued, "Under normal procedure, whether I found Xenomorph corpses or a dead Hunter, I should notify the Supervision Bureau. But if I do that now, it'll be the same as telling Bai Lu that I know she hid a pile of dismembered corpses in