Pale Silence

Song Jian and Chen Mo came back after eating and drinking, and saw the old man standing in their room.

Chen Mo was a little drunk and asked curiously, "Grandpa, what are you doing?"

With a calm face, the old man raised the walkie-talkie in his hand: "Just now, this thing rang, as if someone was calling for help. I'm old, and I couldn't hear what they said clearly."

Both Chen Mo and Song Jian were stunned.

They are far, far away from base.

Chen Mo thought that the distance between them and that past was far enough.

Song Jian asked: "Didn't you hear it wrong?"

The old man shook his head and put the walkie-talkie in Song Jian's hand: "Everyone will come to the transfer station here."

Song Jian held the walkie-talkie and looked at the flashing red dot in bewilderment.

If someone called for help, would it be that the signal was accidentally misplaced, or that the base had fallen and the fugitives had also come here?

Song Jian thought that the base was safe enough.

High walls, fences, watchtowers, 24-hour patrols, he left Yan Ruoming in that strong castle, thinking that this was enough to pay for everything.

but……

Why now, let him hear the voice for help from the walkie-talkie in the past.

The intercom beeped twice, but no one spoke.

Song Jian took a deep breath, put the walkie-talkie back into the bag, and said nonchalantly, "Go to sleep, we haven't had a good sleep for a long time."

Chen Mo was a little dull after drinking, and looked at Song Jian's back foolishly. The ice cream in his hand slowly melted and flowed sticky onto his fingers.

Song Jian looked back at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Chen Mo shook his head, sat on the bed unsteadily, trying to put the unfinished ice cream into a cup and eat it tomorrow.

Song Jian took the ice cream and threw it into the trash can: "I'll buy it tomorrow, go to sleep."

Chen Mo nodded, and let Song Jian wipe the ice cream off his hands with a towel, then fell down on the big bed in a dazed state, curled up in a ball with his back to Song Jian, and slowly fell asleep.

He didn't like Song Jian's base, nor did he like the people there.

He could understand all the crazy things people did to survive, but he couldn't like the way they looked at a sacrifice.

That night, the bed was very soft, the transit station was safe, and he ate so much that his stomach was a little full.

But Chen Mo started having nightmares.

He dreamed of Yan Ruoming's underground research institute.

Yan Ruoming was wearing a white coat and thin-rimmed glasses, walking among the instruments glowing with cold light.

There are many huge cultivation cabins hanging on the four walls of the laboratory, which are full of mutating people.

Yan Ruoming looked up at the medicine in the test tube expressionlessly, and casually injected it into one of them.

The man immediately wailed in pain, blood vessels all over his body exploded, and the entire training cabin was bloody.

Chen Mo trembled slightly, and subconsciously held Song Jian's hand beside him: "Song Jian...he...what is he doing..."

Yan Ruoming glanced at the vaguely educated training cabin, and said calmly, "Let Experiment No. [-] prepare."

Chen Mo was so frightened that he was about to cry: "Song Jian! What the hell is he doing!"

But Song Jian didn't look at him, but looked at Yan Ruoming foolishly.

The people in the second training cabin also died in pain, their muscles all over turned into a terrifying blue-black color, and their bloodshot eyes still widened in agony before dying.

Chen Mo's legs began to weaken. He wanted to back up and escape.

But Song Jian held his hand tightly and forced him to watch this brutal experiment with him.

The third……

the fourth……

The experimental subjects in the training cabin died painfully one by one. The blood left from the gap in the training cabin, slowly flowed to the ground, and gathered into a pool of blood at Yan Ruoming's feet, like the new gods frantically surrounding them. .

Yan Ruoming raised his eyes and looked at Chen Mo calmly: "Experiment No. [-], you should go in and get ready."

Chen Mo shook his head in fear: "No...don't...I'm not a test subject, I'm not a test subject!"

Song Jian took Chen Mo's hand and walked towards the final altar step by step.

Chen Mo cried and struggled desperately: "Don't...Song Jian...I beg you...don't...I don't want to be a test subject...Song Jian...save me...I beg you...Uncle, I...Song Jian ...Song Jian..."

But Song Jian just looked at him coldly and said, "Momo, be obedient."

Chen Mo burst into tears and shook his head desperately: "Don't...please...Song Jian...don't..."

But Song Jian still mercilessly pushed him on the altar, and said to Yan Ruoming, "The experiment must be successful."

Yan Ruoming nodded, raised the syringe in his hand, and slowly pushed the air out. Two drops of bright red medicine fell from the air and landed on Chen Mo's tear-stained face.

It was the smell of blood, slowly flowing into his eye sockets.

In the blurred vision, there is Song Jian's back that is drifting away.

Everything is the same as that day.

Chen Mo woke up from the nightmare crying, his fingers were trembling, and he sat in the dark and wept silently in shock.

It hurts too much.

That feeling is really too painful.

Tossed, sacrificed, chained like a dog, drugged, so painful that he wanted to die instantly.

He knew, he knew how important Yan Ruoming's research was.

But he is a mortal, after all... he doesn't have so much courage to make such a big sacrifice for the future of mankind.

Song Jian beside him fell asleep with his back facing him, his broad and strong back was covered with hideous scars.

That day at the gas station, Song Jian blocked the explosion behind him for him, leaving so many scars.

Chen Mo secretly wiped away tears by himself, and approached cautiously, his thin white fingers slowly caressed the scars on Song Jian's back, each and every scar was Song Jian's proof to him.

Song Jian...Song Jian must love him very much.

If he didn't love, how could he be hurt so badly for him.

Song Jian must... must love him very much.

Chen Mo carefully put his cheek on Song Jian's scarred back, tentatively wrapped his arms around Song Jian's thick waist, and slowly fell asleep with tears stained on his face.

Dreams are false.

It must all be fake.

On the second day, the entire transfer station was immersed in the excitement of honey juice.

Everyone ran to the gate to watch the excitement.

In the middle of the night last night, a car came to the gate of the transfer station.

There were three people in the car, and only one strong man who was nearly two meters tall was intact.

The remaining tall man was severely burned all over his body, missing an arm, and was blind in one eye. He stood beside the car with a gun in his hand, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a person or a corpse.

There was another one who didn't come out of the car. It was said that he was bitten by a zombie, but he lasted for a long time.

The transfer station refused anyone with suspicious injuries to enter here, so only the only safe person was allowed to enter in exchange for supplies, and the other two were prohibited from entering the transfer station.

These few people carry a lot of medicines, especially the most scarce antibiotics and painkillers.

I heard that the injured person in the car was a doctor.

In this world, doctors are the most valuable resources to protect.

The owner of the transfer station is also hesitating whether to let the doctor in.

He invited Brother Li to his office and asked, "Who is the doctor who was bitten by a zombie in your car?"

Li Ge said: "He is an expert in the research of zombie viruses, and it is also because of this that he was able to survive for more than ten days after being bitten by zombies, until we came here."

The owner of the transfer station was stunned: "It's been more than ten days since he was bitten, and he still hasn't mutated?"

Brother Li said, "Yes, he has his own way."

The owner was silent for a while, and said, "We all thought that the zombie virus was incurable."

Brother Li said: "If he dies, maybe what you said is really right."

Zhao Yan was uncomfortable being watched by the eyes of those transit stations, so he simply returned to the car and stayed there.

Yan Ruoming in the back seat had already woken up.

The pain caused by the immune catalyst was still lingering in his body, but he was able to free up a little energy to think about things.

His body cannot generate immune cells on its own, and most people may not be able to generate immunity on its own. Chen Mo's immune response to the zombie virus is a very special situation.

Chen Mo's serum has been used up, he can feel the zombie virus eating away at his body bit by bit, and he can see the blood vessels on his wrist with a terrible bluish white color when he lowers his head.

He couldn't take it anymore.

No amount of immune catalysts could prevent the changes in his body.

He is dying, but his research cannot stop.

Zhao Yan cannot be entrusted.Since the accident at the gas station, Zhao Yan's mental state has been very bad, and it is still very bad now.

Where's Brother Li?

This man looked extremely unpleasant to him, but he was a steady and rational person.

With his research results, Brother Li may one day find other medical techniques that are working hard to fight the zombie virus like him. I hope his research results can bring a ray of light to the new world.

Yan Ruoming was thinking drowsily about his mind.

Zhao Yan, who was bored in the front row, suddenly turned around, and said with a blunt smile, "Young Master Yan, the way you are tied up here really looks like that. You understand that, right? The kind that men watch." .”

Yan Ruoming knew that Zhao Yan's mental state was not good, but he really didn't have the energy to be an amateur counselor anymore, so he endured the pain and said coldly, "Get out."

However, Zhao Yan seemed to have found some new toy, he put down the back of the car, climbed up to Yan Ruoming, his bloodshot eyes stared at Yan Ruoming's weak face like a snake: "Master Yan, you are still a virgin, right? Is it a loss to die like this?"

Yan Ruoming stared at Zhao Yan blankly, wondering if Zhao Yan was crazy or he was crazy.

All kinds of strange eyes casted from the car window, looking at the pair of lunatics from a distance.

He was bitten by a zombie, and there was no possibility of him surviving.

What about Zhao Yan?

How long can a disabled person with mental problems live?

Yan Ruoming took a deep breath, and said in the aftertaste of the pain caused by the catalyst, "Bodily fluids can transmit zombie viruses."

Zhao Yan smiled lowly, looking at his trembling fingertips, the rare piece of skin that was not burned, already glowing a dead blue-black.

He lowered his head and kissed Yan Ruoming's lips, and said in a low voice, "Do we still lack that infection..."

Chen Mo didn't sleep well last night, he always had nightmares.

When the sun was shining on his face, he woke up slowly, helped his hangover head to get dressed in a daze, and staggered out of bed.

A strong arm picked him up from the ground and put him gently on the bed. Song Jian yawned sleepily: "Are you awake?"

Chen Mo whispered, "Yes."

Song Jian sat up, looked at Chen Mo's swollen eye sockets, and frowned slightly: "Did you sleep well?"

Chen Mo rubbed his head: "Headache..."

Song Jian laughed lowly and said, "I was wrong, I shouldn't let you drink."

Chen Mo whispered, "Why is it so noisy outside? Are they going to have a party in the morning..."

Song Jian stood up, opened the window and opened it, and found that everyone gathered at the door to watch a car parked outside.

Chen Mo leaned over barefoot to have a look.

After just one glance, he was stunned.

Song Jian asked: "What did you see?"

Chen Mo stared blankly at the car, dazedly grabbed the corner of Song Jian's clothes, but refused to speak with red eyes.

Song Jian may have forgotten that car, but he will never forget what he saw.

This is a car in Song Jian's base. It is always parked in the corner of the parking lot to eat ashes, and few people drive it.

It turned out that yesterday it wasn't the old man who was deaf and confused, it was really... really Song Jian's old friend who came here...

Song Jian pinched the back of Chen Mo's neck: "Momo, Momo? What did you see?"

Chen Mo hugged Song Jian's waist tightly as if waking up from a dream, and said in a low voice, "That car belongs to your base...someone...someone you know...here..."

In the next room, the old man was still writing letters.

"Brother He Wen, it's as if you've met me. It's been half a month since I left home. I'm new here. Everything is fine. I don't know if you're still there or have left. I think, according to your temperament, you should have escaped long ago. It's just that you don't want to mess with me in front of me..."

Song Jian and Chen Mo took out the walkie-talkie from their bags.

Chen Mo didn't stop, and didn't cry.

He was not a person with a big temper.

Although panicked in his heart, he would never stop Song Jian from doing what he wanted to do.

He can't.

Perhaps only when he doesn't love Song Jian, is he willing to vent his fear and grievance hysterically in front of Song Jian.

Song Jian picked up the walkie-talkie and lightly touched the top of Chen Mo's head: "Momo, no matter what happens, I will never let you become an experiment again, I swear."

Chen Mo didn't know whether he believed it or not, but he could only lower his head and say softly, "Yes."

Song Jian took a deep breath and turned on the full channel of the walkie-talkie: "I'm Song Jian, I heard your distress signal last night."

"I'm Song Jian, I heard your distress signal."

"I'm in the transfer station."

The walkie-talkie thrown on the seat by Brother Li suddenly remembered Song Jian's voice.

Yan Ruoming trembled slightly.

The corner of Zhao Yan's mouth moved slightly, he picked up the walkie-talkie and put it near Yan Ruoming's mouth, and said with a low smile, "Song Jian is here, Dr. Yan, you are saved. Cry and ask him for help, you need many, many Chen Mo's serum."