Pale Silence

Song Jian brought Chen Mo to the watchtower.

This was originally the resort's own water tower, but it was very tall and strong, so Song Jian chose it as his observation tower.

Song Jian brought an AK, and threw the gun into Chen Mo's arms with a cigarette in his mouth: "Try it."

Chen Mo held the gun clumsily in his slender arms, and looked towards the shadowy forest in the distance.

The sunset was slowly sinking, and Chen Mo was in a daze.

The man hugged him from behind, and whispered indistinctly in his ear with a cigarette in his mouth, teaching him to shoot.

With a "bang", a zombie wandering in the grass wailed and fell down.

The recoil made Chen Mo's heart beat a little faster, and the soot fell on his shoulders. Song Jian smiled softly and said vaguely, "Is it fun?"

Chen Mo closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by warmth at this moment.

His hazy love at the beginning of his love was born on the ruins of the end of the world. The cold setting sun and wandering corpses witnessed his beating heart.

Song Jian let go and leaned on the iron frame to watch Chen Mo play by himself.

Standing by the half-person-high wall, Chen Mo aimed at the zombies in the grass, shooting one after another.

The recoil made him unsteady, so he quickly adjusted his movements, pressed the weight of the gun against the wall, and frantically shot at the zombies wandering in the grass.

In such a world, bullets are one of the most precious commodities.

But today Song Jian was willing to let Chen Mo waste his time playing, as if pampering Chen Mo could make up for the person who died in the zombie crowd to save him.

Song Jian smoked a cigarette, took out an old wallet from his arms, and looked at an old photo in the warm light of dusk.

In the photo, the young man was wearing an expensive white suit, sitting beside the piano gently and kindly like a prince, and his eyebrows and eyes looked a bit like Chen Mo's.

Just a little bit of similarity.

But in this apocalypse, for Song Jian, this little bit of similarity is already a chance given to him by God to redeem himself.

Chen Mo emptied the full box, and finally there was a smile on his delicate face.

Holding the gun, he walked up to Song Jian, raised his head and said softly, "I killed three."

Song Jian said: "It's the first time, not bad."

Chen Mo saw the photo in Song Jian's hand.

Song Jian closed his wallet and put away the photos: "You have good eyesight?"

Chen Mo nodded: "I'm not nearsighted."

Song Jian said: "Want to play spy?"

Chen Mo bit his lower lip and hesitated for a while, then lightly poked the ak in Song Jian's hand, and whispered, "I like this."

Song Jian was not reluctant, and prepared to descend the tower with his gun on his back.

Chen Mo said, "Can I follow you all the time?"

Song Jian said: "I will take people out to search for supplies tomorrow."

This is the most dangerous job, and only the brother who is the least afraid of death by Song Jian's side will go out with him.

Chen Mo said solemnly, "I can be together."

Song Jian was stunned for a moment, looked back at Chen Mo's face, was silent for a while, and said, "Don't let me see your expression like this again."

Yan Ruoming is a pampered, radiant young master, he would never show such a begging and humble look.

Chen Mo didn't ask any more. He slowly digested the doubts and bewilderment in his heart. He obediently followed Song Jian to climb down the watchtower. Before the last ray of sunset, they were going to check the most important place - the power station. .

There are more than a dozen people guarding the power station in turn, surrounded by power grids and thorn walls.

This is the heart of the entire castle, this huge base where more than 300 people lived in the last days, life and defense depended on this group of rumbling generators.

Chen Mo looked up at Song Jian's face. The man had a high nose bridge and bright eyes. The stubble was not cleanly shaved, and the fine scars and sunburn made his supposedly handsome face full of vicissitudes.

Chen Mo secretly guessed Song Jian's age in his heart.

28 years old? 35 years old?

Song Jian was wearing a half-worn camouflage uniform, the cloth was bulging with strong muscles on his arms, he seemed very young, and seemed to have lived for many years.

Chen Mo didn't speak, and secretly stroked the ak that Song Jian carried behind his back.

He was obsessed with this cold and heavy thing, just like he was obsessed with Song Jian for no apparent reason.

Song Jian shouted to a brother on duty: "Zhao Yan, come out with me tomorrow."

A crew-cut man with a gun came over: "Where are you going?"

Song Jian glanced at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo raised his head nervously.

Song Jian held an unlit cigarette in his mouth and said, "Take the new kid out for a drive, and come back after walking around area C and getting something."

There was a grateful smile in Chen Mo's eyes.

This is the most obvious emotion he has shown since he came here.

Song Jian's mood also somehow improved.

On the way back, Chen Mo asked in a low voice, "Where is Area C?"

Song Jian bit his cigarette butt and sat down on the sofa like an old man, and said vaguely: "Go get the map from the drawer over there."

Chen Mo came to the desk obediently, and took out a very large old map from the drawer.

This is a city planning map five years ago. This resort area has just been classified as a key development area and has not yet been built.

The map is two meters long, and it has been messed up by Song Jian with colorful paint strokes.

Song Jian bit his eyes, picked up a pen and drew a circle on an area marked with a red pen: "Here, this is Area C, fifteen kilometers away from here, and we have searched it once, because the number of zombies is relatively large. Too many, I withdrew it before I finished searching.”

Chen Mo's fingers trembled slightly.

Song Jian looked at the little thing with a half-smile: "Afraid?"

He didn't know what this beautiful and introverted little thing had experienced, but a child of that age was wandering in the end of the world and still alive, so he must not be a little waste.

Chen Mo shook his head and said softly, "I'm not afraid."

Song Jian said: "Tomorrow we will continue to search Area C, focusing on food, drinking water, and weapons."

Chen Mo said, "I know, there are also radio equipment and batteries."

He is struggling to survive this world, and he has already gradually understood what is the most important thing.

Song Jian smiled in satisfaction, and spat the smoke ring on Chen Mo's face maliciously.

Chen Mo coughed and swayed from side to side to hide, covering his mouth and nose and looking at Song Jian with tears in his eyes.

Song Jian said, "I'll take you to pick up weapons tomorrow."

Chen Mo's eyes subconsciously fell on the ak in Song Jian's hand.

Song Jian picked up the heavy rifle: "Like this?"

Chen Mo nodded, and stood up as Xiao Nei Ba in embarrassment.

Song Jian said: "Take it, the bullets are in the cabinet on the left, take as many bullets as you can carry."

The corners of Chen Mo's mouth secretly curved happily, holding the gun in search of bullets.

Song Jian likes to make Chen Mo laugh, because when Chen Mo laughs, he looks more like Yan Ruoming.

Although it is only a very small point, Song Jian is willing to do his best.

Yan Ruoming died, for him, and Yan Ruoming's father also died for him.He had nothing to repay, so he had no choice but to try his best to curry favor with a counterfeit, as if by doing so, he would be able to re-dye a ray of color in his ashesed life.

Song Jian lit another cigarette.

Early the next morning, Song Jian drove a modified off-road vehicle with a few people out of the resort.

There were some scattered zombies wandering outside, Song Jian lowered the car window to smoke, and calmly looked at the roaring zombies from a distance.

This time there were three more people following Song Jian.

Yesterday's flat-headed Zhao Yan was in charge of driving. He was a talkative person, and he had been regretting that he didn't take the explosively beautiful Rolls Royce with him when he searched area C last time.

The little man who was bickering with him was Wu Yuesheng, who used to be a thief, but this time Zhao Yan deliberately pulled him out and locked his car.

There was also a big black burly man standing alone in the second row of seats, eating cornflakes, with three or four bags of different sizes piled up next to him.

Chen Mo looked at the bags curiously, and the strong black man turned his head and stared at him fiercely: "Boy, what are you looking at?"

Song Jian threw away the cigarette butt, and lazily said, "Momo, his name is Brother Li."

Chen Mo said nervously, "Brother Li..."

Song Jian poked Brother Li's bag with the barrel of a gun with a smile: "Momo, don't look at him fiercely, Brother Li is our medical soldier."

Chen Mo didn't have the natural and affectionate brotherhood between them, so he could only curl up beside Song Jian, obediently thinking about his gun.

Song Jian hugged Chen Mo from behind, pressed Chen Mo against the car window, and let out a tobacco-smelling sigh: "Momo, try moving the target, huh?"

Chen Mo held his gun nervously, aimed at a running zombie not far away, took a deep breath, but did not pull the trigger.

Song Jian smiled lowly: "Don't be afraid."

Chen Mo shook his head and said softly, "I'm not afraid, I...I'm waiting..."

Song Jian said: "Oh?"

As soon as Song Jian finished speaking, a large number of zombies suddenly appeared on the hillside not far ahead, roaring and rushing towards them.

At this moment, Chen Mo suddenly shot wildly at the group of corpses.

Song Jian, who was in recoil town, shook for a while, but Chen Mo didn't feel any pain in his shoulder. He calmly changed the magazine, and aimed at the densest place of the corpses and swept wildly again.Zhao Yan, who was driving, cursed angrily in horror, and slammed the steering wheel to try to avoid the group of zombies.

Wu Yuesheng was terrified by this battle, holding his gun and yelling: "What the hell is this!!!!"

Song Jian frowned slightly, just about to estimate the amount.

Chen Mo in his arms said softly, "310 Two, maybe it's not accurate, they run too fast."

Song Jian said: "Zhao Yan, drive east, you can't lead such a batch of things to the base."

Zhao Yan gritted his teeth and said, "Boss, if you go east, you will enter the urban area, and we will be surrounded to death inside!"

Song Jian held a gun and shot Chen Mo's shoulder, piercing the heads of two zombies.

Chen Mo said softly: "There are three hundred and ninety-nine left, I made a mistake just now."

Song Jian froze for a moment.

But at this time, he didn't have time to think about why Chen Mo could count three hundred running zombies in an instant. He had to find a way to get out of the predicament and bring his brothers back alive.

But they couldn't lead this group of black and white things to the vicinity of the base.

The outer wall of that place has not yet been completed, and it cannot withstand the attack and collision of a huge group of corpses.

Chen Mo fired again.

He always shoots back and forth at the place where the corpses are densest, the way he shoots the gun is completely different from his thin and slender appearance, like a huge fearless beast, always arrogantly facing the sharpest claws of the enemy.