Kent Farm.
Peter looked at the dead cattle on the ground, his expression serious.
The carcasses of the livestock lying on the ground were shriveled, as if all their blood and vitality had been drained.
Jonathan, standing beside them, was heavy-hearted, comforting his weeping wife.
Over a dozen cattle raised on the farm had died mysteriously overnight, making the already struggling farm even worse off.
The Police had cordoned off the enclosure with yellow tape, and professional workers were examining the cause of Death of the cattle.
Officer Lyne, wearing a mask, walked over and asked Jonathan, "Jonathan, did you hear any strange sounds last night?"
"No, my wife and I went to bed very early last night, and we didn't hear anything."
Jonathan said, "We only discovered it this morning."
"Have you had any conflicts with anyone recently?"
Officer Lyne continued to ask.
"I don't think so, Officer Lyne. Do you think someone poisoned them?"
He closed his notebook, "That possibility cannot be ruled out. Regardless, Jonathan, we will definitely help you find that bastard who killed your livestock!"
After comforting the two, Lyne returned to the scene to see if he could find any useful clues.
On the other side, Peter briefly looked at the cow carcasses, then walked over to Jonathan and his wife.
He comforted the two, saying, "Regardless, Jonathan, it's good that you two are alright."
Jonathan sighed and asked Peter, "Do you know what's going on, Peter?"
"No, I don't know what happened here."
Peter turned his gaze to the corpses on the ground, "However, I do have some conjectures. The bodies of these dead cattle are very similar to Tang Hagerty's Death."
"That 12-year-old boy?"
Jonathan's brows furrowed, "Are you saying…"
He asked uneasily, "It was done by the killer who killed Tang? How is this possible? Why would he kill these livestock?"
"Perhaps…"
Peter turned his gaze back, shrugging his shoulders and saying, "…it's some kind of Vampire creature."
He didn't directly tell the two about the alien parasite.
Compared to alien parasites, ordinary people should find the concept of Vampire creatures easier to accept.
Martha, who was nearby, showed a thoughtful expression after hearing Peter say "Vampire creature."
"I think I heard strange sounds from the farm last night, Peter."
She said to Peter, "It sounded like laughter, rising and falling, like hysterical laughter, sharp and piercing."
"If the killer is a Vampire creature, would that be its cry?"
Jonathan didn't believe in Vampire creatures. He frowned and said to his wife, "That's just an Abyssinian bird, Martha, don't overthink it."
Peter shook his head and said to the two, "Whether it's a Vampire or an Abyssinian bird, Jonathan, Martha, for your safety, you'd best stay at my farm for a while."
Jonathan originally wanted to refuse, but when he thought of the last time he refused Peter and ended up with Martha and him being kidnapped, he swallowed his words.
"You can work on the farm during the day, and just stay at my place at night."
Hearing Peter say this, Jonathan no longer hesitated, "Then I'll trouble you, Peter."
"You're welcome, we are family."
He patted Jonathan on the shoulder.
In the morning, Peter drove back to Patrick Farm.
After getting out of the car, he noticed that the atmosphere of the farm was a bit off.
The usually bustling farm seemed unusually quiet.
"Clark? John?"
Peter frowned, calling out their names as he walked forward.
When he reached the living room, there was still no sign of them.
Puzzled, he looked up at the television still on in the living room.
"Whoosh!"
Using Super Speed to instantly move to the second floor, he immediately activated his Super Vision and looked around.
He quickly found Clark and John lying in the cattle pen.
Teleporting to the enclosure, he quickly picked up the two unconscious people lying on the ground.
He checked their condition and found that they were not injured.
Their breathing was steady, their complexions were rosy, and they didn't look like they had been poisoned or subjected to a mental attack.
Peter, letting out a sigh of relief, carried the two back to the room and placed them on the bed.
In his dream, Mark felt himself trapped in a sealed room.
The temperature of the room kept rising, and the suffocating heat enveloped his entire body, making it difficult for him to breathe and his skin burn.
He desperately pounded on the room, wanting to escape the high-temperature "furnace."
At the same time, a familiar scent of his father entered his nostrils.
"Whoosh!"
Mark suddenly woke up from his dream, opening his eyes to find Peter leaning over him, his hand pressing on his shoulder.
"Don't move, Mark, you'll collapse the bed."
Mark gasped and made a surprised sound, "Dad?"
"Hm, are you awake?"
Mark scratched his head, "A little, Dad? I… I wasn't sleeping?"
"No."
"And I'm not in a dream?"
"Doesn't look like it to me."
Mark thought for a moment before finally coming to his senses from his daze, "I'm sorry, Dad."
"Why are you apologizing?"
"I didn't protect Clark just now."
At this, Mark quickly stood up, looking for Clark.
Seeing Clark rubbing his eyes and getting up from the bed, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"John, Clark, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Peter called Clark over and asked the two.
"I'm fine, Godfather, just a little tired."
Mark nodded, "Me too, Dad, my body is a little fatigued."
Peter checked their bodies again, and after finding no abnormalities, he asked them, "What exactly happened? Why did you lose consciousness? Clark, you tell me."
Clark recalled, "I remember I was accompanying Mark on flight training, and I heard a sound from the cattle pen, so I walked over to take a look, and then…"
He rubbed his forehead, "I saw a person behind the cattle pen. I thought he was a thief. John also rushed over. We wanted to beat him down, but then…"
Clark felt a chill run through him as he thought of the previous scene, "He gripped my and Mark's fists, and then I felt all my strength leave me, and I just wanted to sleep."
Mark said his experience was the same as Clark's, "Dad, me too, I felt like all my strength was drained by him."
Peter's brows furrowed after hearing their accounts.
He immediately thought of the alien parasite.
This thing could drain Tang Hagerty and the livestock at Kent Farm, so it wasn't impossible for it to absorb Clark and Mark.
It's just that the two mischievous kids weren't ordinary people. Ordinary people would be directly sucked dry, but they just fell unconscious and woke up after a sleep, recovering.
"Do you remember what he looked like?"
Peter's eyes narrowed slightly.
Since this thing had provoked him, he didn't mind sending the opponent from another Planet to hell.