Pale Silence

There was a sudden shot.

The zombie was blown up in front of Yan Ruoming.

Yan Ruoming staggered back a few steps.

Zhao Yan stood up from the bed with the gun in his hand: "Dr. Yan, you are injured."

Yan Ruoming looked down at his wrist, it had already been bitten by zombies, and the bones were visible.His face was pale with pain, but he quickly took out a burst of Chen Mo's serum from the test tube box and injected it into his elbow vein.

Zhao Yan looked at him quietly: "Will it be useful?"

Yan Ruoming took a deep breath.

His situation is different from that of Zhao Yan.What Zhao Yan injected was the extract of the zombie virus, but he was directly bitten by the zombie.

Chen Mo's serum was entangled with the fresh zombie virus, and his intuition told him that this would not last long.

Zhao Yan pointed his gun at Yan Ruoming's head: "Dr. Yan, do you have any last words before you become a zombie?"

Yan Ruoming endured the pain, staggered to the bedside, picked up a shot of immune catalyst, and injected it into his body mercilessly.

The heart-piercing pain immediately swept through his limbs and bones, causing his eyes to turn black, and he fell on the bed with a muffled groan.

He can't die...absolutely can't...absolutely can't die...

The vaccine has entered the final stage. If he wants to survive, he must find the source of the virus and the only antibody in the world today.

Su Zeyu is dead, and no one can understand his research data.

He can't die...absolutely...absolutely not!

Zhao Yan came to Yan Ruoming's side and looked at Yan Ruoming's face with some doubts.

That handsome young master who was always condescending with a bit of displeasure, his facial features were twisted into a ball in pain.His eyeballs were bloodshot, his fingers were convulsed like chicken feet, but he grabbed Zhao Yan's hand tremblingly with all his strength: "I can't die... um... Zhao Yan... I can't die... Take all the serum and catalyst with you , let's leave...leave here..."

Zhao Yan was silent for a short while, raised his gun and shot another spider zombie that was about to touch it, saying, "Dr. Yan, I only have one hand, so I can't take you out of here." His explosion at the gas station Zhong lost an arm, and wanted to take Yan Ruoming away, but he couldn't spare to shoot again.

Yan Ruoming glared at Zhao Yan viciously with his face covered in cold sweat from the pain.

Zhao Yan pretended to look at him nonchalantly.

Yan Ruoming fumbled and injected himself with an immune catalyst.

On the verge of fainting from the severe pain, he exhausted his last bit of strength and said to Zhao Yan: "The serum...and...the zombie in the infirmary...take it away...you must...take it away ...Zhao Yan...take him away...he may be...the original source of infection..."

Yan Ruoming doesn't like forcing others to do things they don't want to do.

If Zhao Yan is unwilling to take him away, he will resign himself to fate.

But these studies cannot be left to chance.

Even if he died, even if he turned into a zombie, these research results should be taken out, let the people who are still alive step on his corpse, and continue to explore the way to the future.

The sun will rise eventually.

Yan Ruoming passed out from the severe pain.

He knew he couldn't hold on.

When he conducted the immunocatalysis experiment on Chen Mo for the first time, he guessed how painful it was from the boy's reaction.

Chen Mo is a person with a high tolerance for pain, so he must not be able to hold on, and will definitely pass out during the process of catalyzing immunity.

But this time, no one stayed by his side to record his physical condition.

I can only hope that when Zhao Yan leaves, he can still remember to close the door for him.

Zhao Yan looked at Yan Ruoming who was unconscious on the ground with complicated emotions, and couldn't tell what it was like.

He doesn't like Yan Ruoming.

If it's a friend or a more intimate relationship, he prefers Chen Mo.

But in the end, he still stood by Yan Ruoming's side.

This scheming, arrogant and noble young master has a very annoying personality, but he carries a decisive madness.They are all dying, and what they miss is his research results.

Zhao Yan sighed, picked up Yan Ruoming with one hand and carried it on his back, tied it with a rope, and walked out of the room with the gun in one hand.

What did the young master just say?

The zombie in the infirmary?

That's not easy to get out...

That night, the Xanadu-like base was destroyed by mutated spider zombies.

In the face of disaster, human beings have never been prepared.

This change did not affect too far away, the fleeing crowd would find a new habitat, and the people who died in the catastrophe turned into zombies, continuing to wander aimlessly with their own kind.

Chen Mo learned to drive.

Although he is like a little lunatic when driving and playing with guns, he likes it very much. His eyes are staring straight ahead, and his thin white fingers hold the steering wheel tightly, for fear that he will drive in the wrong direction.

Song Jian sat on the co-pilot and smoked a cigarette in a limited amount, smiling at Chen Mo's serious look.

Chen Mo blushed a little at the sight of Song Jian, and gradually slowed down the speed of the car.

Song Jian said: "Crazy enough?"

Chen Mo said, "I don't know where to go."

Song Jian looked ahead, holding a burning cigarette thoughtfully.

The wind came in through the cracks in the car windows, icily getting into the bones.

They have been on the road for a long time.

It's getting colder, and it's easy to catch a cold while sleeping in the car.

There is a gas station in front.

Chen Mo went over to stop the car first, intending to fill up the car with gas.

The old man also got out of the car to get some air, stretched his waist and yawned in the setting sun: "This old arm and old leg don't need to be tossed."

Chen Mo ran to the old man and said, "Grandpa, stay closer to me, it's not safe here."

The old man froze for a bit, looked at the well-behaved and considerate Chen Mo with some confusion, and slowly followed Chen Mo to the car with a cane.

The fuel in this gas station is very low, Song Jian emptied the inventory, and did not fill up the mailbox.

However, Chen Mo found a city map in the duty room of the gas station. He read it carefully and took note of all the roads, residential buildings, shopping malls, and shelters on it.

Song Jian squeezed out the gas station's inventory and knocked on the door: "Momo, let's go."

Chen Mo ran out and obediently climbed into the car: "Are we going into the city?"

Song Jian took a deep breath and said, "It's getting dark and it's not safe to go in. Let's find another gas station to fill up the mailbox before dark, and sleep in the car with the air conditioner on at night."

Chen Mo immediately drove to the nearest gas station.

But the oil depots here are almost empty.

Song Jian frowned slightly: "Strange, why are all the gas stations in this area cleaned up so clean?"

Chen Mo lowered his head and fiddled with the car radio, and whispered, "Maybe there is that kind of transfer station nearby. Have you seen Zombieland?"

Song Jian had never watched the TV series Chen Mo was talking about, but he understood what Chen Mo meant.People who fled to their base once described the existence of such a place.

Some armed people will gather together on the traffic arteries with relatively dense traffic to establish a mobile base.The fugitives who pass by can trade here and exchange things.

The bullets in their cars are the most popular hard currency in the transfer station.

The transfer station has a transfer station rule, each person can only stay for ten days at most at a time, and will be kicked out after the transaction is over, and can only enter the transfer station again after at least four months.

Song Jian has always sneered at these places.In a world where zombies are rampant, a crowded space will only increase the danger.

But now, they may have to go to the transfer station.

There are too many people passing by on this road, and it is possible that all gas stations have been emptied.

Song Jian lowered the car window and looked out: "The transfer station will leave many signs nearby, attracting passers-by to trade. Momo, have you noticed any strange signs on the side of the road?"

Chen Mo looked around and shook his head: "I didn't see..."

Song Jian pondered for a while, then asked again: "Did you go to see the map just now?"

Chen Mo nodded.

Song Jian said: "Then have you noticed some buildings in the suburbs on the edge of the city, such as resorts, wineries, farmhouses, mountain hotels, etc." The transfer station needs a large enough space to accommodate supplies and passing transactions Or, you also need a place that is remote enough that there won't be too many zombies.Then they will definitely choose a large building complex in the outer suburbs as their base.

Chen Mo was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

Song Jian said, "Where is it?"

Chen Mo said: "There is a farmhouse [-] kilometers away from the urban area. It is very remote, and there is a long section of unnamed roads."

Song Jian looked at the sky.

It was getting dark, and it was not safe to drive at night, and the headlights would also attract the attention of zombies.

Going to the wilderness [-] kilometers away may be much safer than wandering on the edge of the city.

Song Jian said: "Let's go to that farmhouse."

On the way to the farmhouse, there is a dirt road that can only accommodate one car, with corn and weeds growing wildly on both sides.

The two-meter-high cornfield tightly sandwiches the path, which looks colder and narrower in the dim setting sun.

Chen Mo looked at the land, a little lost in thought.

There are such a large cornfield in his hometown. When he was in junior high school, he had to ride a bicycle alone through such a long, long road. The legends of bad guys hiding in those cornfields echoed in his ears. scary.

But when the zombies broke out, he felt that the cornfield was the safest place in the world.

Song Jian looked at Chen Mo's ecstasy, and said casually, "Isn't this very close to Jiushan County?"

Chen Mo's little brain, which is always very accurate with maps, was unexpectedly confused for a while, and it took a long time to realize that this place is very close to Jiushan County.

Jiushan County is a small county at the foot of a mountain. The wages are very low and housing prices are very high. All young people are unwilling to stay here and run out one after another.

Chen Mo also thought about running outside, to a big city.

But he never thought that this small town that he wanted to escape with all his heart would become his hometown that he could never return to.

Chen Mo drove very fast.

Before it was completely dark, they saw the crooked trading sign standing on the side of the road.

There is an arrow on the transaction sign, pointing to the fork in the road ahead where you turn left.

Chen Mo turned in.

Ahead turned out to be a brightly lit scene of singing and dancing.

Three layers of barbed wire with a height of more than four meters were surrounded around the farmhouse, and then there was no shelter. This group of people even tore down the upper part of the original courtyard wall of the farmhouse to make a very long circular bar.

Countless people were drinking and chatting at the bar, laughing loudly, throwing food and bullets to trade with each other, and there were even coquettishly dressed women dancing under the dazzling lights on slender high heels.

The deafening music can be heard two kilometers away, and the owner of the transfer station doesn't seem to care if it will cause trouble.

Chen Mo stared wide-eyed, looking at this playground for adults in the end of the world in disbelief, and slowly drove close to the gate: "This...here...how could they do this...zombies...they ..."

At the beginning, the base of the resort was surrounded by a city wall more than half a meter thick for safety. People seldom listened to music, and never used too bright lights at night, carefully surviving.

But just from here, in this transfer station where people come and go, there are people living such a wanton and happy life.

Song Jian said: "This place is far away from residential areas, surrounded by cornfields, and generally there will be no corpses. As for the few scattered zombies, this kind of barbed wire is enough. But..."

But these people don't know the changes of the zombies.

Those zombies are no longer the clumsy, stiff and stupid appearance of the early stage. They can climb, think, fight together, and...find the flaws of human beings...

The guard at the gate of the transfer station signaled them to stop for inspection.

When Chen Mo fled with his parents, he lived in many relief stations.

At that time, the relief station was still run by the government, and everyone had to undergo a physical examination to confirm that there was no infection before being put in. Any small wound would be sent to a small black room for isolation for many days, until the blood test was confirmed. Only when there is a problem can they live in the aid station.

Chen Mo was no stranger to this kind of examination. He obediently helped the old man get out of the car, and walked into the small house at the entrance for the physical examination together.

The physical examination went well, and none of the three had fresh wounds.

At this stage, the zombie virus attack is extremely fast, even if scratched by a zombie, it will mutate in less than two hours, so scabbed wounds can be regarded as a sign of safety.

The old man's ears were buzzing from the loud speakers, and he frowned with an immoral distress. He looked at the drunken men and women who huddled together, clapped Chen Mo's hand seriously, and said loudly: "Momo, you You are a good boy, but you can't learn to be bad!"

Song Jian rented two rooms at the transfer station with a box of AK bullets. He couldn't help but look at Chen Mo with a frightened expression on his face, and patted Chen Mo on the head: "Go, live in the back, it's quiet .”

Walking around to the residential area behind the farmhouse, it was indeed much quieter.

This is a small two-story and three-story villa with different styles, but because of the end of the world, most of the small villas have been divided into large and small houses to accommodate more people.

Song Jian's bullets are valuable goods, so the transfer station arranged for them a separate second floor of a small villa with two rooms facing each other and a separate bathroom.

Although it was crowded and noisy, it was cleaner and tidy than the rooms they borrowed on the road, more like a place to live.

The old man was a little tired from the car ride, so he went back to his room to sleep.

Chen Mo was hungry, and curiously flipped through the hotel menu in the room.

Song Jian smiled, hugged Chen Mo's thin body from behind, and said in a low voice, "Okay, don't look, they don't have any of them here."

A little bit of disappointment and embarrassment flashed in Chen Mo's eyes. He put down the menu embarrassingly, and whispered, "I haven't seen the menu for a long time."

Song Jian took a deep breath, sniffed the milk fragrance on Chen Mo's neck like a kitten, and said in a low voice, "But they should have hot milk, let me ask?"