Pale Silence

At dawn, the pain in Chen Mo's blood vessels finally faded away.

Severe exhaustion surged up, and Chen Mo wanted to fall asleep drowsily, but was afraid of dawn.

Su Zeyu sat on the chair and stared at it all night, and fell asleep staggeringly.

Chen Mo looked at the light outside the window, and there was a tall shadow reflected in the sky, he muttered in a trance: "Song Jian..."

The shadow outside the window moved, dropped the cigarette butt and stamped it out, and disappeared outside the window without looking back.

Chen Mo closed his eyes.

It's an illusion.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't see what was fake and what was real.

Chen Mo fell asleep.

In the dream, there is a very tall water tower. Standing on it, you can overlook the entire base, and you can see the birds flying over the deserted city in the distance, and you can see tall buildings and distant mountains.

He dreamed that he was lying on the edge of the water tower, holding the gun tightly in his hand.

Song Jian was smoking behind him. The smell of tobacco was choking, but it fascinated Chen Mo.

His hometown is far away, where it has long been in ruins. Zombies roam the empty streets. The dead and dead bodies greet each sunset and sunrise in silence.

Chen Mo looked back in his dream, and Song Jian stood in the morning light and smiled at him with a cigarette in his mouth. It was like meeting him for the first time at that time, the little boy's heart was beating so fast, he was foolishly ignorant, it was love at first sight...

Chen Mo choked up and murmured to Song Jian in his dream, "Song Jian...why don't you want me..."

Severe pain began to spread from the heart, and the limbs and bones were once again invaded by familiar pain.

Chen Mo screamed and woke up from the dream. He convulsed in pain, opened his eyes, and Yan Ruoming's condescending eyes appeared in his eyes blurred by tears.

Yan Ruoming said in a low voice: "Chen Mo, tell me, if yesterday's pain was grade ten, what grade do you think the pain is now?"

Chen Mo bit his bloody lower lip hard: "Yan Ruoming...you crazy...you...um...pretending to be a savior!"

Yan Ruoming said: "Chen Mo, you are too young and paranoid, do you hear the cheers outside the window? Do you want to be a hero who makes them grateful, or a sacrifice sacrificed to the new god by fanatic believers?" ?”

Chen Mo was so painful that tears streamed down his face, he suppressed howling and struggled and trembled under the confinement.

He couldn't understand Yan Ruoming's words.

He obviously... He obviously has nothing to do.

He is fine, not infected or mutated.

But why, everyone insisted on making him suffer so much!

Yan Ruoming said softly: "From the moment you came back alive from the experimental base, you have no other choice. Chen Mo, I am not the one who wants you to suffer. The world never suffers because of one person. Just stop his cruel way forward. I will try my best to save you, please try to live on."

Chen Mo passed out in severe pain again and again, but was forced to wake up again.

Mind blurred in pain, Chen Mo's soul seemed to have been torn in two, torn back and forth between the severe pain and the distant warm memory.

He remembered his old home.

The little sister had just walked back, and she was babbling towards him in a pink skirt.

Chen Mo raised his head and saw his mother wearing an apron in the kitchen, smiling softly at him: "Momo..."

Tears welled up in Chen Mo's eyes: "Mom... I... I hurt... My heart hurts..."

The little sister hugged him, babbling and raising the candy in her hand, trying to stuff it into her brother's mouth.

Chen Mo seemed to have returned to that night of despair again. He hugged the body of his last relative in the freezing rain, breaking down and crying loudly.

Where is his home?

His home... Where did he go?

Why can't he find his home, why does he have to be in such pain...

Song Jian couldn't help but walked into the room where Chen Mo was locked up, seeing Chen Mo struggling in pain, couldn't bear to turn off the bottle switch.

Yan Ruoming didn't stop him.

Song Jian's fingers trembled slightly on the cold infusion tube, but he took it back and said in a low voice, "Momo, Momo?"

Chen Mo's pupils were dilated in the severe pain, and he didn't know whether he was looking at him or at the warm and fuzzy self in his memory.

Song Jian held Chen Mo's hand anxiously: "Momo?"

Chen Mo's slack eyes gradually concentrated, he stared blankly at Song Jian, the blood on his bloody lips had dried up, his voice was hoarse, like a scent of flowers that was about to disperse in the wind: "Song Jian..."

Song Jian tensed his nerves.

Chen Mo whispered softly: "I want to eat candy...my sister...the candy my sister gave me...I want to eat it...can you...give it back..."

Song Jian knew that there was always a piece of chocolate in Chen Mo's pocket, which was wrapped in plastic paper. It melted and solidified, staining the pink wrapping paper outside, but Chen Mo was always reluctant to throw it away and refused to eat it.

The teenager lying on the bed was still suffering from the torment of drugs, his pale and thin appearance made him look as if he had died.

Song Jian closed his eyes and whispered, "Okay, I'll get it for you."

Chen Mo's clothes were soaked in blood, and no one could guarantee that the blood was not contaminated by the zombie virus, so all of Chen Mo's clothes were carefully sealed, and everyone avoided it.

Song Jian opened the plastic bag containing Chen Mo's clothes, and took out the small piece of chocolate from it.

He... never asked about Chen Mo's past before.

All he knew was that this child was called Chen Mo, who had lived alone in the last days for a long time and didn't like to talk.

And, like him.

Song Jian felt a little pain in his heart.

Yan Ruoming said that the immune catalyst would make the recipient very painful, but Song Jian never thought about how painful it was.

When Song Jian came back with the chocolate, Chen Mo had already finished today's treatment and was receiving painkiller injections, half asleep and half awake with his eyes closed.

Yan Ruoming lay on the table in the treatment room to write a research report, and took Chen Mo's blood samples for virus experiments.

Song Jian whispered, "Is Chen Mo asleep?"

Yan Ruoming said: "The virus content in his body dropped rapidly, and I think he will recover soon."

Song Jian let out a long breath and said, "Thank you very much."

Yan Ruoming said jokingly: "After Chen Mo recovers, he won't be so angry that he can shoot me to death. I'll be satisfied."

Song Jian thought of Chen Mo's temper, and couldn't help becoming serious: "I won't allow this kind of thing to happen."

Yan Ruoming put away the experimental samples and records, and slowly stood up while leaning on the edge of the table: "I'll go back to the lab to sort out the data first, Song Jian, Chen Mo believes in you, you should have a good chat with him. Whether it's a zombie vaccine, Or your own feelings."

Song Jian said, "He's still too young."

Yan Ruoming said, "Then you should shoulder the responsibility of teaching him."

Yan Ruoming limped away with the research materials.

Song Jian sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking Chen Mo's sleeping face.

Chen Mo has been tortured so much these past few days, half of his already thin face is gone, and his chin is sharp.

Song Jian whispered, "Momo, I'm sorry."

Chen Mo didn't respond to his voice, just fell asleep peacefully, his delicate and delicate sleeping face was as gentle as an angel under the sun.

Chen Mo's hands were still bound.

Before Yan Ruo made sure that he had fully recovered, he could only be tied up like this to ensure the safety of others.

Song Jian sat quietly in Chen Mo's room for a long time.

The sleepy Chen Mo was well-behaved and gentle, he would not blame him for being ruthless, nor would he cry and ask him why with red eyes.

Song Jian liked such a quiet Chen Mo, and liked the small, soft footsteps of Chen Mo following behind him.

I like Chen Mo sitting across from him, sipping milk, and only frowning and sticking out his tongue when he gets burned.

Song Jian was sitting in this room filled with a strong smell of medicine, the machine was beeping behind him.

He wanted to let himself go and think about happy things, but found that all the happiness he could think of was related to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo, who was disobedient, insisted on washing his clothes with his own hands, Chen Mo, who tiptoed to clean the cobwebs on the roof, and Chen Mo, who hugged ak and bounced like a child.

But the child who had brought him countless joys no longer had the vitality of the past.

Chen Mo lay sickly on the hospital bed, his limbs were bound, he was infused day and night, and was tortured by the half-finished medicine.

If... If he had let Chen Mo withdraw earlier.

If he could stay at the agreed place and wait for Chen Mo to come out.

Will Chen Mo not be bitten, or will he not have to endure these tortures?

But Song Jian is a person who will never regret it.

When he rescued Chen Mo from the corpses, he never thought about how tortured he would be with this silent boy in the future.

Sometimes, he doesn't have a choice.

But sometimes, he has to choose the more painful path.

Chen Mo finally had a good sleep.

He had been tied up for so long that his hands and feet were so numb that he lost consciousness.

But he was very happy in his dream, at least he would not wake up from the pain again.

The sun shone through the window, and a tall shadow was cast on Chen Mo's pillow.

Chen Mo slowly opened his eyes and was delighted to see Song Jian sitting beside his bed.

Song Jian seems to have been sitting here for a long time, the stubble has grown, and the vicissitudes of life reflect the morning light in embarrassment.

Chen Mo blinked, not sure if he was hallucinating: "Song...Song Jian..."

Song Jian rubbed his eyes, turned to look at Chen Mo: "Does it still hurt?"

Chen Mo pursed his lips and shook his head vigorously.

Song Jian took out the piece of chocolate from his pocket: "Yesterday you cried and asked for candy, I found it in your pocket, is this it?"

Chen Mo stared at the piece of chocolate in a daze, and whispered, "I...I was in so much pain yesterday..."

Song Jian said, "I heard you cry."

Chen Mo wanted to shrink into the bed like before, but found that he was tightly bound and couldn't move too much. He could only lower his head and not look into Song Jian's eyes.

He was a little shy and a little uncomfortable.

Song Jian... Why did Song Jian do this...

He was so painful that he was about to give up, why did Song Jian still visit him, wait by the bed all night, and chat with him so tenderly.

Song Jian was a little anxious.

He put the piece of chocolate beside Chen Mo's pillow and said, "Dr. Yan said that you will recover soon."

Chen Mo didn't have the energy to argue with Song Jian about whether he was infected or not, so he lowered his head and gave a cute "hmm".

it's almost over...

No matter what, this torture is finally coming to an end...