Pale Silence

In the early morning, the sun shines on the peaceful land of Gaocheng City, and wandering zombies pass by the door.

In this world, people and zombies are staggering forward in a daze.

As the weather got colder and colder, Chen Mo took out the small calendar he drew himself from his schoolbag, and ticked off the new day.

Song Jian made breakfast with some food brought from the supermarket.

The house is equipped with a spare independent liquefied gas tank, the storage capacity of which can allow them to cook meals for three months, such as cooking expired biscuits with expired milk.

The biscuits were a bit too sweet, and the old man had a toothache from eating them, so he went to the corner to do Tai Chi by himself.

Chen Mo ran to two houses in worry, found medicine for toothache from the family medicine cabinets of these houses, and carried two bags of flour.

The old flour has been slightly damp, but it has not deteriorated and can still be eaten.

The old man was so teased by Chen Mo, he waved his hands and said, "Okay, okay, what should you two do, I'll see if I can get you something delicious."

Chen Mo and Song Jian decided to visit the military area today. If there were any survivors in the military area, they would be able to end their days of wandering.

More importantly, there were not many bullets in Chen Mo's gun, and they needed to replenish the ammunition.

Song Jian reinforced the doors and windows again, and told the old man to go to the attic when in danger, and then drove Chen Mo away from this peaceful community, heading to the military area to find a new world.

Along the way, while Song Jian was driving, Chen Mo poked his head out of the car's sunroof and cleared the obstacles ahead for Song Jian with a gun.

Everything is the same as before.

Chen Mo took a deep breath, and laughed happily in the smelly wind of zombies.

At this time, the old town.

Three all-round reinforced off-road vehicles were parked outside the commercial street. Yan Ruoming, who was sitting in the front car, was silent for a long time, then picked up the intercom and said, "Stay vigilant. Note, we are not here to search this time." For supplies, everyone is not allowed to leave the team without authorization, let alone do things other than the mission."

"Understood" and "Understood" sounded twice on the walkie-talkie.

Yan Ruoming took a deep breath and said, "This time our task is to find Song Jian and Chen Mo. We must not hurt anyone, let alone kill them. If..." He was silent for a while, then whispered, "If they are dead Now, try to keep the body intact and bring it back to me."

There was silence on the intercom.

Everyone stopped talking.

They understood the stern warning in Yan Ruoming's gentle tone.

This young master always speaks in a soft voice, and he is always kind. He never loses his temper or loses his temper with others.

His repeated severe warnings today showed that there was a huge danger hidden in this area, and they might not even be able to go back alive.

After explaining these things, Yan Ruoming said to the driver, "Drive."

Three heavily armed off-road vehicles slowly drove into the commercial street in the old city.

The place is peaceful and serene. The shutter doors of most shops have been pulled down. It seems that the residents have left here in an orderly manner.

But Yan Ruoming felt more and more heavy in his heart.

Before the zombies broke out, Yan Ruoming noticed the coming disaster earlier than others.

One month before the zombie outbreak, the city public hospital received several strange patients.

Symptoms are cold, cough, and sudden increase in blood pressure.Although the condition was strange, it was not contagious, nor did it cause severe pain to the patients, so the hospital left the samples of the patients to start research, and sent those patients back.

Yan's Group is the main sponsor of the local medical association, so Yan Ruoming also participated in the research of the patient's blood and body fluid samples, and found that it was a very strange virus.

This virus is very picky about its host. The hospital has done several animal experiments and found that the virus is not compatible with the blood of animals at all, and will only be excreted with metabolism.

Yan Ruoming found it interesting, so he asked for a patient's blood sample to take back, hoping that his research society could find something interesting.

However, these viruses seemed to be at rest, staying motionless in the petri dish, neither growing nor dying, and there was no mutation response to the stimulation of other chemicals.

Yan Ruoming is a doctor, he became more and more curious about this strange virus, so he thought of his teacher, the old professor who was expelled from the hospital and school because the research project was too insane.

After the old professor was fired, all scientific research projects in his hands were stopped, and the Yan Group no longer provided him with financial assistance, so the old man returned to the old city and never heard from the west.

Before the zombie outbreak, Yan Ruoming went to the old city to look for the old professor, but he couldn't find the old man's whereabouts.

Later, the zombies broke out, and there was nowhere to look for an old man.

but……

But the zombie virus in the old city broke out in patches.

A student who fled from the old city to the research institute said that during the period before the zombie outbreak, many people in their school all started to catch a cold, cough, congested eyeballs, and blackened blood vessels.

These symptoms could not stop the graduating class's enthusiasm for learning, so the teachers and students did not ask for leave until the sunset that day, and those teachers and students with cold symptoms turned into zombies almost at the same time.

In a class of 50 people, almost one-third of them all mutated at the same time, which was completely different from other situations that Yan Ruoming knew.

Zombies in Old Town...his professor...

Does all this really matter?

Yan Ruoming looked at the empty streets in the old city, and a small clinic for burns slowly came into view.

Yan Ruoming said, "Stop the car."

Three off-road vehicles stopped silently at the door of the small clinic.

The rolling shutter door of the small clinic was pulled up, and there were impact marks on the inner glass door, and some dark brown corpse fluid on the glass. Obviously, a group of corpses had hit this door here.

The door-faced house on the commercial street is very long. From the door, it is dark inside, and there is nothing to see at all.

Yan Ruoming said: "All the drivers stay in the car, ready to pick up at any time. The others get off with me and go into this small clinic."

Song Jian and Chen Mo ran out from the explosion, their burns were not too light, and they would definitely come to the clinic first for treatment.

Wu Yuesheng walked in the front and skillfully opened the door lock. Everyone walked in vigilantly holding their guns and looking around cautiously.

The reception room of the clinic was the outermost, and there were some blood-stained gauze, scraps of iron and sawdust in the trash can, all of which were covered with dried blood, obviously someone had treated the wound here.

Wearing rubber gloves, Yan Ruoming took out the blood-stained short arrow from the trash can with tweezers, and put it in the specimen box.

The bloodstains he killed were of little use, he just couldn't bear to give up any hope.

Zhao Yan said that Chen Mo's leg was injured by an arrow.If the blood belonged to Chen Mo, maybe... Maybe he could research something.

Su Zeyu followed two strong men with guns to the room at the end of the corridor.

At the end of the corridor was a door that led out to the square, and it was slightly ajar.

Su Zeyu raised his hand subconsciously and closed the door.

The moment the light and shadow flickered, it seemed that a pair of eyes peeped at him through the crack of the door.

Su Zeyu was startled, and hurriedly put his ear to the door to listen, but there was no movement outside.

He took a deep breath and told himself: "I'm hallucinating, I must be hallucinating from ptsd."

Yan Ruoming found a lot of gauze in the small room next to it, some were covered with ointment and blood, and some were only stained with a little brown ointment.

It seems that Song Jian and Chen Mo's injuries have been treated well here, and they are slowly recovering and living well.

Brother Li walked in and said, "Dr. Yan, there are many medicines upstairs, most of which are ointments for burns, but there are also many medicines for anti-inflammatory and hemostatic. Although you said that this trip is not to search for supplies, but looking at the With so many life-saving medicines, you have to let the brothers move them."

Yan Ruoming said, "I issued this order to save their lives. Corpses will appear here at any time, and we don't have time to transport large quantities of goods."

Brother Li shrugged.

Yan Ruoming was silent for a while, and said, "Okay, Brother Li, the two of us go up, and try our best to pick up some urgent medicines."

Brother Li and Yan Ruoming went up to the second floor together.

The narrow stairs were very dark, and Brother Chong Li was holding a flashlight in front.

In the small room on the second floor, medicines were densely piled up, and the air was filled with a strange smell of corpses.

Yan Ruoming looked at these boxes and frowned slightly: "No..."

Brother Li asked: "What's wrong?"

Yan Ruoming said: "A small clinic for treating burns, why are there so many prescription drugs for cancer patients?"

Brother Li said, "Maybe the owner here is a patient?"

Yan Ruoming said: "A patient can't finish these anti-cancer drugs in ten lifetimes, and the types are also very strange. This place is like...a cancer resistance center. Strange...so strange..."

Yan Ruoming pointed to a box and said, "Brother Li, help me take this box of medicine down, I want to see what it is."

Brother Li's two-meter-tall burly figure easily moved the large box of medicines down, and was just about to bend over to put it on the ground, but the scene behind the box made both of them feel their backs shiver in shock at the same time.

A corpse, or rather a zombie, was nailed to the wall.

The flesh and skin of the zombie still remained the same as it had just died, but the bones of its limbs had been completely broken. Huge nails passed through its shoulders and thighs, staring at it firmly.

All the zombie's teeth had been knocked out, and the vocal cords were also cut off. Only the eyes were filled with blood, staring at the two living people in front of them.

Both Yan Ruoming and Li Ge were doctors who had seen countless tragic scenes, but they were also shocked by this terrible scene.

Brother Li raised his gun and whispered to the zombie on the wall: "What the hell is this..."

Yan Ruoming pushed down the box wall in front of him, walked slowly to the zombie nailed to the wall, raised his hand tremblingly, and lifted the white hair from the zombie's temple, and the scar on the zombie's cheek came into view.

Yan Ruoming was confused, and said in a trembling voice, "Shen...Professor Shen...?"

In Gaocheng City, Song Jian led Chen Mo all the way to the city center.

Gaocheng is an old city with narrow streets, dense pedestrians and vehicles, and 24-hour traffic jams throughout the year.

Fortunately, Chen Mo has a talent for never forgetting maps. He once bought a map of Gaocheng City at a street stall. There were many zombies on one road, and they immediately turned to another road.

Song Jian joked: "Momo, did you have any ideals when you were in school? Did you want to be a tour guide?"

Chen Mo blushed and whispered, "No...I...I'm just bored..."

Life in a small county town in the countryside is very boring. There is only a very small library, and minors are not allowed to borrow books by themselves.

Chen Mo, who seemed bored, used the small book stand on the roadside as a library, with a deposit of ten yuan, and borrowed books and maps casually.

Among them, Chen Mo likes to look at the map the most, because when he closes his eyes, he likes to outline the appearance of the whole world in his mind.

Those maps entered the mind and became a lonely boy's own paradise.