Pale Silence

Chen Mo obediently sipped the hot milk, the tip of his nose was covered with white milk, like a little hamster stealing food.

In the end of the world, life is not easy for everyone. Song Jian hasn't kept a pet for a long time.

He looked at Chen Mo's obedient and soft look, and he was very happy.

What kind of baby is this, why did he just pick it up and bring it home?

Song Jian sat down on a chair swaggeringly after eating and drinking.

Chen Mo wrinkled his little nose in the second-hand smoke, and coughed lightly twice.

Song Jian took a deep breath of cigarettes: "You don't need to go out these few days, you rest at home."

Chen Mo nodded obediently, and took small bites of noodles.

Song Jian leaned over and stroked Chen Mo's hair, and said in a low voice, "Momo, I really like you."

Chen Mo bit his lower lip lightly, shyly concealing his joy that he was about to fly, took another mouthful of noodles, and nodded with a blushing face: "Yeah!"

Although there is no need to go out to search for supplies, Song Jian will still lead people to patrol around the base every day.

Clear out more safe areas and lay more fences and traps outside the walls.

So Chen Mo also followed, holding the heavy ak and following Song Jian without leaving, like a cute little tail.

Song Jian stroked Chen Mo's little head while walking, and asked jokingly with a cigarette in his mouth, "Why do you keep following me, afraid that I will lose you?"

Chen Mo shook his head and whispered, "I'm afraid you'll lose me..."

He had never thought about where Song Jian's concern and tenderness for him came from, until he saw the photo in Song Jian's wallet.

Yan Ruoming...

His profile looks a bit like the young Yan Ruoming.

Chen Mo never thought that his life would have any intersection with the radiant and proud man in the magazine, but he never thought that by mistake, he would become a fake of that person.

Chen Mo would not ask about Song Jian and Yan Ruoming's past, he knew that Yan Ruoming was dead.

The dead will not come back to life, but will live forever in the living heart.

He could no longer grab Song Jian's past with Yan Ruoming, so he could only foolishly hold on to Song Jian now, not daring to waste a second.

Chen Mo hid the unspeakable grievance in his heart deep in his own world, and became more obedient and clingy to do everything he could do beside Song Jian.

This base is very large, and the outer city wall is almost completed.

There are cows in the pasture, cabbage and radishes are planted in the vegetable garden, and roasted sweet potatoes can be eaten when winter comes.

He could hide in this fortress with Song Jian for the rest of his life to warm each other, and they would never be separated again.

Song Jian decided to set up fences and cameras in the woods further away.

There are already more than 300 people in the base. The food for these people needs more space to grow staple foods, but hundreds of acres of land cannot be immediately surrounded by walls, so fences, cameras, and automatic alarm systems must be set up. When the creature approaches, the center console is immediately notified.

The resort is a semi-finished product, and there are still a lot of building materials and monitoring equipment piled up in the warehouse.

Song Jian personally went to the woods on the side of the resort, led his brothers to clear the woods foot by foot, and pulled up the most basic alarm equipment on the tree trunks. Brothers came over to erect fences and monitor.

Chen Mo walked ahead to open the way.

He was thin and small, the size of a palm, with a pair of innocent and dazed eyes on his small face, but he was as fierce as a lone wolf when he shot.

Chen Mo took the lead, and all the unlucky zombies who appeared in front of them were beaten to a bloody mess, and the people behind started chatting and spanking with ease.

Wu Yuesheng, who is good at picking locks and his legs go limp when he sees zombies, got acquainted with Chen Mo, and he followed Chen Mo, nagging, "Did you work in the special forces before? Spy? Secret agent? Undercover policeman?"

Chen Mo whispered, "I used to go to junior high..."

Wu Yuesheng waved his hand: "I've heard this before, don't lie to me, my ancestors were fortune tellers, if you are a student, how come you are not afraid of zombies at all?"

Chen Mo was quiet for a while, and said softly: "I have never been afraid since I was a child..."

Wu Yuesheng was still unconvinced: "Then why are you so good at guns?"

Chen Mo thought for a while and said, "Song Jian taught me."

Wu Yuesheng saw that he couldn't hear too exciting plots from Chen Mo, so he ran back to the team angrily, and complained to Zhao Yan: "You can't blame me for not being able to shoot, Chen Mo is talented, he is simply not People are born cold-blooded killers."

A shot went off.

Wu Yuesheng shivered in fright.

Chen Mo put down the gun silently, walked over and poked the zombie that had just been headshot and fell to the ground.

Song Jian walked over with a cigarette butt in his mouth, behind Chen Mo, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Chen Mo poked the zombie's neck with the tip of the gun, and said, "It's still soft, the flesh hasn't completely changed color, he seems to have been transformed not long ago."

Song Jian said, "No."

Chen Mo was startled.

Song Jian said: "His clothes are very worn out. He must have wandered around unconsciously for a long time. It was exposed to the sun and rain. Normal people would not walk around in such clothes."

Chen Mo blinked blankly.

Song Jian took a deep breath, a strange feeling surged in his heart, just like the strange intuition when he saw the group of imitative zombies in the building of the Yan Group.

But he couldn't tell what this intuition was indicating.

These zombies are changing, changing silently.

Three years of peaceful life has made him almost used to shuttle back and forth among the zombies, even compared to the previous world, he is more adapted to such a panic-ridden life full of dangers.

But the zombies are changing.

where are they?

How long can these surviving humans live?

Song Jian didn't want his worry to spread to other people, he casually exhaled smoke rings, and said loudly: "Go, try to clean up this area before dark, so that the technical side can come over tomorrow to install surveillance. "

Only Chen Mo felt the uneasiness in Song Jian.

This man who was always careless and could fight corpses in the elevator room started to worry.

Chen Mo walked beside Song Jian and gently tugged on Song Jian's sleeve.

Song Jian lowered his head and kissed Chen Mo's forehead.

The brothers booed one after another from behind.

Song Jian casually asked Chen Mo: "What's wrong?"

Chen Mo hesitated for a while, and instead of speaking directly, he whispered in Song Jian's ear: "I will always be by your side, no matter what happens, I will be there."

Song Jian smiled lowly and rubbed Chen Mo's head: "Little thing."

The journey was safe and sound, and they successfully cleared out a large area of ​​woods and installed the sirens.

Today the farm has a bumper harvest, the kitchen killed ten big roosters, and made big cock stewed mushrooms to reward these people who are struggling to survive in the last days.

Song Jian wanted to try the usefulness of the siren, so he ran to the central control room with a big pot of chicken soup, and looked at the monitor while eating.

The main power supply of the resort is here, and the monitors and alarms of all safe areas are displayed on the three-meter screen.

The person in charge of the central control room also went to the cafeteria to eat, and Song Jian sat on the big chair in front of the screen, holding a bowl in one hand and greeting Chen Mo with the other: "Momo, come here."

Chen Mo sat on Song Jian's lap.

The well-developed and powerful thigh muscles supported Chen Mo's weight without burden, Song Jian casually picked up a chicken leg and put it near Chen Mo's mouth: "Try it, old man Song can't cook, but big pot dishes are good. He used to work in the school cafeteria."

Chen Mo held the big chicken leg, nibbled on the crispy stewed chicken leg, and stared at the monitoring screen with big eyes without blinking.

Song Jian took a sip of chicken soup from the stainless steel basin as big as his head.

Before Chen Mo finished eating a chicken leg, he suddenly frowned, and pointed to a corner with oily fingers: "There is movement there."

Song Jian looked up, and there was nothing in Ying Ying Zhuo Zhuo's woods.

"What did you see?" he asked.

Chen Mo frowned, and muttered in a low voice, "Just moved a little..."

At this moment, there was a light shining on the tree trunk in the surveillance screen, but it quickly turned to other directions.

Song Jian picked up Chen Mo with one hand and placed him on the ground lightly, then stood up abruptly: "The headlights!"

He picked up the walkie-talkie and yelled at all the night watchmen: "There is a car in the direction of one o'clock, pay attention to it, and prepare to save people!"

Song Jian is happy to take in those passers-by who are fleeing for their lives.

With people, more places can be cleared, and more power to fight against zombies.

But he must also be vigilant, the person who came may not want to ask for help, and the second is to plunder his home.

Chen Mo was not full. He looked at the chicken leg in his hand, and at Song Jian who was about to leave. He hesitated for a moment. He simply took out the chicken bone and stuffed the meat into his mouth. Puffing out his cheeks and wiping his hands with a handkerchief, he caught up with Song Jian's back.

Song Jian led people to the place where the headlights appeared, and he saw a Hummer running wildly in the woods.

Zombies are very sensitive to light. In Song Jian's base, all windows that need to be turned on must be covered for fear of attracting the attention of the zombies.

These few people ran wildly with their high beams on in the middle of the night, like a piece of fat in a pile of hungry wolves that was desperately giving off an aroma.

Song Jian cursed in a low voice: "Idiot."

Despite cursing, Song Jian gave an order: "Lighthouse No. [-], turn on the light."

Song Jian set up several lighthouses about five kilometers away from the base, mainly for the purpose of temporarily diverting the corpses away with lights when a large number of zombies approached the base.

The lights came on and immediately illuminated a large area of ​​woods.

The zombies dazzled by the light fell into a momentary confusion.

Song Jian ordered the lights to flash twice more.

The driver finally regained his senses, turned off the headlights, and ran out of the woods with the help of the lights in the distance.

Song Jian held the walkie-talkie and said, "Turn off the lights on number three and turn on lights on number seven."

The number seven light is farther away, allowing the corpses to move a little further away from the base.

The number three light was turned off, and another light in the distance was turned on, luring the corpses to move there.

Song Jian took a deep breath and went downstairs with a gun in his hand: "Go, go meet the idiot in that car."

Although he was called an idiot, the driver was not stupid at all.

After getting rid of the chase of the corpses, he made a circle and drove the car precisely to the door. After getting out of the car, he began to slam on the door, shouting at the top of his voice, "Help!!! Help!!!!"

Chen Mo was the first to open the door and come out, pointing the ak at the head of the person who came, "Shut up."

The man covered his mouth in horror, still wanting to speak.

Song Jian lightly pressed Chen Mo's muzzle: "Momo, don't be nervous, this looks like a waste."