Pale Silence

When Yan Ruoming walked out of the ward, he saw Su Zeyu standing outside the door looking around in a panic, hesitant to speak.

Yan Ruoming was silent for a while, then said softly, "You stay here during this time."

After finishing speaking, Yan Ruoming turned and left.

Su Zeyu blurted out anxiously: "Dr. Yan, stop!"

Yan Ruoming paused and said, "And then?"

Su Zeyu was stunned, not understanding what Yan Ruoming was talking about.

Yan Ruoming said, "And then? Let the zombies mutate? Let more people die? Let me be trapped in the panic of zombies forever for the rest of my life?"

Su Zeyu was speechless.

Yan Ruoming said, "Zeyu, the darkness has been here for too long, we must end it."

Su Zeyu had nothing to say.

He just said Ruoming was right.

This world should not go on like this, every baby should not be born in the fear of darkness.

But...but Chen Mo...

Su Zeyu thought, he couldn't be as calm and cruel as Yan Ruoming.

He and Chen Mo were classmates, and it was the only memory he could actually see.

Chen Mo left, he was actually very happy in his heart, he didn't want to see Chen Mo tied up on the experiment table and tortured again.

Even...even if it was to save more people's lives.

The next day, Yan Ruoming took people to the gas station that exploded.

The explosion caused a lot of damage to the nearby zombies, and the zombies were trying to avoid this place intentionally or unintentionally.

Yan Ruoming got out of the car and checked the surroundings. A rut crushed the zombie's body fluid and shattered and exploded debris, and rushed towards the northwest.

Li Ge leaned against the car door in silence, and looked towards the northwest road with Yan Ruoming.

Seeing that Yan Ruoming's expression gradually became strange, he asked, "What's the matter, Dr. Yan, they walked away?"

Yan Ruoming put away the strange look in his eyes, and said calmly: "It's been so long, if they want to hide, they must have gone to other cities."

Brother Li said, "So there's nowhere to look?"

In such a world, if those two people wanted to hide, they would never be found again.

What's more, both Song Jian and Chen Mo are extremely capable of surviving in the last days.

Yan Ruoming said, "Brother Li, are you a doctor?"

Brother Li said: "No, I used to show wounds to the hooligans and punks, I have never studied medicine."

Yan Ruoming said: "As doctors, we have spent our whole lives in the war against diseases. Human beings have infinite wisdom, and the medical profession will solve all diseases one by one. There has never been a disease that can be overcome. Our desire to live. Same this time."

Brother Li was silent for a while, and said, "Dr. Yan, I don't have such a lofty sense of responsibility as you. I just want to live."

Yan Ruoming didn't answer, he sat back in the car and said, "Let's go back to the base, we need more people and weapons."

Brother Li said, "Dr. Yan, do you know anything we don't?"

Yan Ruoming said softly, "The old town is the starting point of the zombie virus outbreak. I'm just not sure if Song Jian and Chen Mo are still alive."

Brother Li frowned: "Didn't the zombie virus break out from the city center?"

Yan Ruoming hesitated for a moment, but explained softly: "The virus has multiple outbreak points. Our statistics over the years show that the virus has a point-like outbreak in the city center, with three to five infected people in about one square kilometer. Gradually contagious. But the old city is not, the old city...is a large-scale outbreak from the beginning."

Brother Li fell into deep thought.

He is not a real doctor, and he doesn't understand the principle of viruses. He just lives in a small corner of the city, cleaning the wounds of those gangsters who were injured in fights or selling some cold medicine to nearby residents.

But his intuition kept reminding him that there was something wrong with Yan Ruoming.

This noble and gentle doctor who always plays the role of savior must know something that they don't know.

If you want to research vaccines, you must find Chen Mo.

But the current Chen Mo...is he still alive...

Yan Ruoming took a deep breath, and some distant pictures appeared in his mind.

Five years ago, when he first established the Yan's Major Infectious Disease Prevention Foundation, his teacher had shown him those things.

He should have gone to the Old Town to check it out.

But where is too dangerous, all the people who escaped from the old city told them that the old city is already a hell.

So he has been staying in the underground research institute, experimenting with the few remaining materials, trying in vain to unlock the genetic code of the zombie virus.

But now, he couldn't help but not go.

Chen Mo was afraid of him, so he took Song Jian and ran away.

But the direction in which they fled was to send themselves to a dead end.

Yan Ruoming couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

He thought he must be very anxious.

Because of love, he was worried about Song Jian's safety.

Yu Li, he was reluctant to part with Chen Mo, an excellent experimental recipient.

At this time, Gaocheng City.

After taking a shower, Chen Mo lay on the sofa wrapped in a big towel and yawned. His wet hair dripped water on the leather sofa, shaking his wet head unconsciously like a kitten.

Song Jian wrapped Chen Mo's head with a towel and wiped it vigorously.

Chen Mo whimpered from being wiped by him, struggled to get up, grabbed the towel and wiped it himself.

Song Jian chuckled, sat on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth, and watched the child wipe his hair.

Chen Mo was so embarrassed by Song Jian's smile, he lowered his head and wiped twice vigorously, wrapping his face in a big towel.

An indescribable warmth flowed slowly in his heart.

It turned out that what he was nostalgic for was not the safety and well-being of the base. As long as Song Jian was there, even if he was in danger facing the corpses everywhere, he still felt that he had a home.

The old man walked back slowly from one end of the room with a cane, and said, "There is a gate at the back of this house and a small yard. If you want to settle down here, it would be a good place."

Chen Mo looked at Song Jian eagerly.

Song Jian lowered his head and rubbed Chen Mo's head: "Want to stay?"

Chen Mo lowered his head.

Song Jian sat on the sofa and asked Chen Mo, "What's wrong?"

Chen Mo hesitated for a long time before saying in a low voice: "Only from me can we develop a vaccine for zombies..."

Song Jian's big hand on Chen Mo's head froze.

He thought those things were over.

His hurt to Chen Mo, as well as his regret and guilt, should be over.

Chen Mo is not a saint, and he is unwilling to sacrifice himself for the sake of the vaccine. No one can blame him.So he didn't mention it anymore, just pretending that nothing happened, and let Chen Mo be an ordinary person, living freely in this already too bad world as before.

Song Jian is a person who is not delicate enough. He once noticed that Chen Mo had something on his mind during this period, but he never thought about how far his Momo, that little brain, made his thoughts fly.

The old man saw that the two young men had something to solve, so he sighed and walked to the small bedroom at the end of the corridor to rest.

Song Jian looked down at Chen Mo and asked, "Momo, you said you were in pain, and I won't let you hurt again."

Chen Mo curled up into a small ball on the sofa.

Song Jian leaned over and hugged the soft little thing into his arms, and said, "Momo..."

Chen Mo whispered, "It hurts...Song Jian...it just hurts..."

Song Jian said: "I know, I won't let you go back."

Chen Mo nestled in Song Jian's arms, with wet hair resting on Song Jian's chest, and said softly, "But...but...is there really no other way..."

He didn't want to be a sacrifice, and he didn't want to be a hero like that.

He's just a very, very simple guy who wants to live on his own before saving the world.

If he can expect more, he wants to live with the one he loves.

But those mutated spider zombies scared him.

If he continues to escape, if he refuses to be the savior, will this world be completely destroyed?

Will his escape really lead to the complete destruction of mankind...

Chen Mo gently tugged at the corner of Song Jian's clothes, just like when he was just picked up by Song Jian, relying on this tall man at a loss.

Song Jian said: "Momo, there will be other ways."

Chen Mo lowered his head and did not speak.

He didn't know, and Song Jian didn't know either.

Even Yan Ruoming didn't know.

In the face of the end of the century, the power of human beings is like tiny ants, desperately fighting against fate, but they don't know whether they can regain the world after breaking their arms.

They can only keep trying, keep trying, even if they use their companions as sacrifices, they must hold on to that ray of hope for life.

That night, Chen Mo and Song Jian took turns keeping watch.

Chen Mo watched the first half of the night, and Song Jian watched the second half of the night.

There is a small attic with four windows on this small villa, and some sundries are placed in it.

The two simply sorted out the sundries, and then stood on top to observe the movement around them.

The zombies here are very stupid and still maintain the most primitive appearance, wandering around numbly in the night.

Chen Mo lay prone in the small attic, observing the movements of the zombies without blinking.

Far, far away, the words "Gaocheng Military Region" stood vaguely in the darkness.

There is also a military camp in Jiushan County, his hometown. Sometimes when he climbs to the highest part of the building, he will see a green camouflage truck pulling a cart of cabbage and meat through the back door and deliver it to the cooking team.

When he was seven or eight years old, that army was transferred away, and the abandoned barracks became a children's playground, and half-grown children often ran in to find the shell casings that fell in the barracks to play.

Young children like to be heroes. They don't know how painful it is to be a hero. They just yearn for the lofty ambition of thousands of people and want to be a hero admired by all.

Yan Ruoming's words rang in Chen Mo's ears again.

"To be a sacrifice, or to be a hero?"

Chen Mo closed his eyes, expelled Yan Ruoming's words from his mind tremblingly, and concentrated on keeping Song Jian and the old man's peaceful world overnight.

Yan Ruoming returned to the base and circled the street in the old town: "There is a clinic for burns here. The explosion at the gas station was serious that day. Song Jian and Chen Mo will definitely go to the nearby clinic first. Get the medicine."

Zhao Yan walked over slowly wrapped in bandages, and said in a hoarse voice, "Dr. Yan, I will bring them back."

The corners of Yan Ruoming's mouth moved slightly, and he looked at Zhao Yan with a fake smile and said, "In your current situation, it's best not to go anywhere."