Pale Silence

Song Jian picked up the walkie-talkie with one hand and said, "Momo, shoot."

Chen Mo lay prone in the ventilation duct, struggling to raise his arm and fired several times.

The zombies wandering in the hall gradually gathered, and the password door behind the group of corpses slowly lit up with a faint blue light, Song Jianyan Ruoming and Su Zeyu staggered over with bags and bags.

Song Jianchong was at the front, subconsciously raising his hand to protect Yan Ruoming behind him while shooting.

Chen Mo shot silently to attract the attention of the corpses, bit the cloth on his arm with his teeth, and the blood that was finally stopped flowed down the wall again.

The corpses howled crazily in the stimulation of blood, licking the blood on the wall with their rotten tongues desperately, and stretched their arms trying to catch Chen Mo hidden in the ventilation duct.

Chen Mo lowered his head and fired two shots.

Two zombies fell down screaming, and the remaining zombies stepped on the corpses of their companions and continued to grab upwards.

Chen Mo was a little dizzy, and angrily shot at the corpses below.

The zombies were shaken by the gunshots, and after a moment of sluggishness, they seemed to have discovered something suddenly. They pushed the fallen corpses with their feet in twos and threes, and slowly piled up a hill with the corpses of their companions, stepping on them. The piles of corpses climbed higher and higher.

Chen Mo, who was lying in the ventilation pipe, couldn't see the scene below. He grasped the gun dazedly in the daze of blood loss, and just instinctively fired at the blurred shadows.

Song Jian who had already run to the door was frightened by the evolution of the zombies again. He yelled into the walkie-talkie: "Chen Mo! Stop shooting! Chen Mo! They will step on the corpse and climb up!!!"

Song Jian roared very anxiously, but in Chen Mo's ears, it turned into a far and soft murmur.

Chen Mo rubbed his eyes, forced himself to wake up, grabbed the walkie-talkie and whispered, "Hurry up..."

Song Jian gritted his teeth.

He should tell Chen Mo to get out of there quickly.

The zombies already had a terrifying ability to learn, and they would soon climb into the ventilation ducts, and Chen Mo would have nowhere to escape.

But if Chen Mo left, there would be no one to lure the zombies, and he and Yan Ruoming would not be able to pass through such a dense group of corpses.

Song Jian looked up at the vent in the darkness across the hall.

Chen Mo was inside.

That child has always been very obedient, as long as he said "retreat now", Chen Mo would immediately leave there obediently.

He is also sure that he will rush out of here.

It can be said that...

In that case, he would definitely not be able to free up his hands to protect Yan Ruoming.

After only a moment of hesitation, Yan Ruoming had already opened the last door in front of him, raised his hand and grabbed Song Jian's wrist, and said anxiously: "Go!"

Song Jian and Yan Ruoming rushed out together.

Chen Mo was startled, watching Yan Ruoming and Song Jian holding hands and rushing towards the exit of the research institute together.

There are 3 minutes left before the Institute is completely closed.

Song Jian didn't care about talking to Chen Mo anymore, he frantically shot at the zombies around him, while protecting Yan Ruoming and Su Zeyu and rushing out.

Su Zeyu was so frightened that he cried and howled, took a small pistol and shot wildly, and soon ran into the passage by himself, then turned around and asked, "What should Chen Mo do!"

Song Jian fired all the bullets, drew out his knife to kill, and shouted at Su Zeyu, "Run as fast as you can! Don't cause trouble!"

Su Zeyu ran out panting.

This passage is a long and steep slope up to 45 degrees.

Su Zeyu carried two large bags of experimental samples on his back, and ran forward desperately regardless.

Song Jian took Yan Ruoming up the stairs, and after climbing a short distance, Yan Ruoming stumbled on the steep slope in the dark and fell down screaming.

Song Jian hurried down: "Yan Ruoming! Yan Ruoming!"

Yan Ruoming fell back into the laboratory hall again, and several zombies howled and rushed towards him.

Song Jian rushed over to get to know the two zombies, and grabbed Yan Ruoming: "Go!"

Yan Ruoming groaned in pain, staggered and managed to run a few steps, but fell to the ground.

Song Jian was startled: "Yan Ruoming?"

Yan Ruoming's face was covered with sweat from the pain: "My left calf is broken. Leave me alone and take these... these away..."

He shivered and shoved the backpack to Song Jian: "It contains all my research materials on zombie viruses over the years, you take them away and continue the research."

Song Jian roared: "If you die here, where else can I find another zombie virus expert!"

Yan Ruoming wanted to speak again.

Song Jian involuntarily picked up Yan Ruoming and his backpack, and rushed towards the exit with big strides on the steps.

What he passed by was the ventilation exit that he had made an appointment with Chen Mo.

The countdown to the destruction of the research institute is 1 minute.

Song Jian rushed out of the research institute with Yan Ruoming in his arms, and put him on the car trembling.

Zhao Yan's voice sounded on the intercom: "Boss, the group of corpses we lured away has begun to return, you'd better get out of there quickly."

Song Jian stood up abruptly and shouted, "Where's Chen Mo? Has Chen Mo come out!!!"

Chen Mo dragged his exhausted body to barely climb to the vent agreed with Song Jian, and fell down from a height of more than two meters in embarrassment.

He put night-vision goggles on himself with bloody fingers and looked around helplessly.

Song Jian... Song Jian is not here...

Does he want to wait a little longer?

Perhaps Song Jian was tripped by something and hadn't had time to withdraw.

Holding the walkie-talkie, Chen Mo whispered, "Song Jian, do you need me to go in and support you?"

The research institute has already started to block the signal, and Chen Mo can only hear a series of buzzing electronic sounds.

He stood in the narrow and dark passage, staring blankly at the direction of the laboratory, and raised his gun to go in.

At this time, Song Jian's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Momo! Come out quickly! Come on!!!"

Chen Mo turned his head and looked at Song Jian waving to him with his back to the sun.

Song Jian...it turns out that Song Jian...has already left...

Chen Mo's heart felt cold and empty, and he stared blankly at Song Jian whose back was facing the sun.

When they first met, Song Jian turned his back to Sunshine like this, waved to him, and saved his life.

At that time, Chen Mo's heart was full of flowers, and a heart was flowing with tender sweetness on the ruins of the doomsday.

But now, he could only feel a kind of sadness and bitterness.

Song Jian... Song Jian's promises to him... are all lies to him...

Song Jian roared: "Be careful behind you!"

Chen Mo turned around, and a zombie rushed towards him.Chen Mo subconsciously raised his hand to block it, and the zombie's stinking teeth bit his arm hard.

The institute's self-destruct procedure counts down, 20 seconds.

The severe pain finally woke Chen Mo up. He raised the gun with the hand that was not bitten and shot the zombie's head, kicked the zombie away, staggered with the gun, and climbed onto the ground with hands and feet together. the exit.

The sun fell on his face.

Song Jian hugged him tightly with his strong arms and yelled in pain: "Chen Mo! Chen Mo! Chen Mo!!!"

The door of the institute closed behind him, and the self-destruct sequence was activated.

A dull explosion was heard underground, and the entire area was shaken by the explosion.

In a daze, Chen Mo slowly opened his eyes in the glare of the sun, raised his bitten arm, and stared blankly at the wound that had begun to rot.

The cold barrel of the gun rested on his forehead.

Chen Mo was startled, and looked up at the man with the gun.

Brother Li said: "Boss, Chen Mo has already been bitten. If you are reluctant, let the brothers handle it."

Song Jian said: "Let's go back and talk about it."

Li Ge was angry: "If he mutates in the base, more than 300 people in the base will die! Boss, we all know that you and Chen Mo are good friends, but you can't kill your brothers because of him!"

Song Jian was also angry: "I said go back first!"

Chen Mo struggled to stand up from Song Jian's arms, looked at the group of people with a pale face, took out a knife and gouged out the flesh that was about to be bitten.

Tears overflowed from his eyes in pain, his pale lips were bleeding from his own bite, but he cut off all the injured and infected flesh on his arm without hesitation.

This kind of pain, just looking at it, made everyone present turn pale.

Brother Li's bearded mouth twitched twice, and he couldn't raise his gun anymore.

He put away his gun and walked over, took a deep breath, and said, "Get in my car and stop the bleeding."

Chen Mo clasped his arms without saying a word, and got into Brother Li's car.

Song Jian wanted to say something, but Zhao Yan's voice came to mind again on the intercom: "Boss, the corpses are only 300 meters away from you, hurry up!"

With unspeakable pain and anger, Song Jian got into the car and slammed the door: "Let's go!"

In Brother Li's big business car, Chen Mo was firmly tied to the seat, his fingers were covered with leather gloves, and his mouth was glued up with tape.

Brother Li disinfected his wound with a white face, applied medicine and stitched it up.

The atmosphere in the car was heavy.

It's not like they haven't encountered such a situation before.

The brother was bitten by a zombie, it was just a very small wound, and it seemed that nothing happened.

So they cruelly cut off the flesh of the wound, and even cut off the hands and feet of the injured, just wanting to save their brother's life.

But it never worked out.

No matter how small or small the wound is, as long as it is infected by the zombie virus, it will turn into a zombie without exception.

Brother Li tightly strangled Chen Mo's wound with a bandage, and said, "How did you get the knife wound on your arm?"

Chen Mo didn't speak, his mouth was covered with tape, and he couldn't speak.

Brother Li held up Chen Mo's arm. There were two deep stab wounds on that thin and fair arm.

The wound was not smooth, as if it was slowly being cut open.

These two wounds bled a lot, Chen Mo's entire arm and palm were covered with blood, and he was too pale and weak.

Such a young boy should be at his most energetic, but the blood vessels on the back of Chen Mo's hands are so thin that he can hardly see where they are.

Brother Li hesitated for a moment, and gave Chen Mo a bottle: "This is Glucose Ceph and Mengluoying. It is almost useless against zombie viruses, but it can make you feel better."

Chen Mo nodded, and a few words came out of his throat indistinctly: "Thank you..."

He was lost in his own world in a blur of excruciating pain and weakness from blood loss.

In fact, it doesn't matter that Song Jian missed the appointment, and it doesn't matter that he was bitten by a zombie.

The only thing that made him sad and painful was that he finally understood how insignificant he was in Song Jian's heart.

Especially when Yan Ruoming was by Song Jian's side.