Pale Silence

There was a slight silence on the intercom for a while, and Yan Ruoming's weak and hoarse voice slowly sounded: "Song Jian, long time no see."

Song Jian held the walkie-talkie tightly, took a deep breath, turned his head away from Chen Mo's sight, looked out the window and whispered, "Long time no see."

Yan Ruoming was put into the transfer station and placed alone in a small villa.

The door is locked, and there are 24-hour patrols by armed personnel from the transfer station.

Song Jian came to see Yan Ruoming.

Yan Ruoming was very weak, and the battle with the immune catalyst for more than ten days almost destroyed him.

Now Yan Ruoming was lying there, his thin fingers trembling slightly, his bitten wrist hadn't healed, and his arm was covered with pinholes.

He looked at Song Jian with the same indifferent look: "Song Jian, are you okay?"

Song Jian took a deep breath and said, "How did it become like this?"

Yan Ruoming said: "The base has been breached, Song Jian. Zombies are rapidly evolving and mutating, and now they are no longer the stupid and dull appearance they used to be. They can climb, jump, avoid attacks, and work as a team. "

Song Jian said: "I know."

Yan Ruoming said softly, "Then do you know that they have a king?"

Song Jian's expression changed: "What did you say?"

Yan Ruoming said: "Song Jian, I will die soon. But there is one thing I must ask you, have you and Chen Mo ever stayed in the small burn clinic in the commercial street of the old city for a while."

Song Jian said, "Yes."

Yan Ruoming leaned into Song Jian's ear and whispered, "I found the first-level infection source of the zombie virus there..."

Song Jian's face sank slightly: "Where is it?"

Yan Ruoming said softly, "The second floor is behind the pile of anticancer drugs."

Song Jian remembered that the small clinic did have a second floor.

The stairs are narrow and always dark.

Neither he nor Chen Mo are very curious people, so neither of them went up.

Later... when they were about to evacuate, the old man took Chen Mo to the second floor to get some antibiotics. The second floor was indeed a warehouse.

If what Yan Ruoming said was true, if at that time, when they were resting and recuperating downstairs, the source of infection that caused the whole doomsday was actually behind the medicine box on the second floor, then who was the old man in the clinic?

A terrorist who takes revenge on society?

Or a crazy doctor trying to research some special medicine?

Song Jian began to recall every detail of getting along with the old man.

The zombies in the old city may have mutated very early. They lived there for a month and made a lot of noise, but they never saw any other survivors.

People in the entire old city have mutated, but there is an old man who stubbornly stays here, living a very stable and peaceful life.

This was already terribly weird, but the old man was gentle and kind, and took care of him and Chen Mo in every possible way. Song Jian really didn't want to suspect that the old man had other motives.

The old man said his name, called... called...

Song Jian asked Yan Ruoming: "Have you ever heard of a man named Cheng Fengwen?"

Yan Ruoming thought for a while, then shook his head: "I haven't heard of it, what's the matter?"

Song Jian said, "Nothing."

Yan Ruoming looked at Song Jian quietly, he knew that Song Jian was hiding something from him.

It can be said that Ruoming knows Song Jian well, and he never touches the forbidden zone in Song Jian's heart.

A sharp pain swept through his body suddenly, Yan Ruoming groaned and fell on the bed.

Song Jian hurriedly leaned over to support Yan Ruoming, a little angry and a little hurt: "How did you survive these days?"

Yan Ruoming had some cold sweat on his forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, "Immune catalyst...and...Chen Mo's serum..."

Song Jian said: "How many immune catalysts have you injected yourself!"

Yan Ruoming smiled lowly and shook his head lightly, the numerous pinholes on his arms and the empty medicine box were silently telling Song Jian all the ordeals he had gone through.

Song Jian's heart began to tremble.

He had seen Chen Mo's treatment, and he knew how painful it would be to inject the immune catalyst into his body.

Song Jian clearly remembered that Chen Mo lay in the laboratory for six days and used four immune catalysts. The pain was so painful that he almost lost his sanity, and even he almost couldn't recognize him.

During the ten days of fleeing, Yan Ruoming was tied to the back seat of the car and received injections one by one?

Yan Ruoming laughed softly: "Song Jian, I have no other choice...injection...or death...I don't want to die...my research results haven't...haven't been handed over to someone trustworthy, I think hold on..."

Song Jian hugged Yan Ruoming's trembling body, looked at that thin and pale face, and the memory of the young master of the Yan family began to churn again in his mind.

Yan Ruoming endured the severe pain and said in a low voice: "...Song Jian, I'm not like Chen Mo. My body can't generate immune cells against the zombie virus by itself. I can't last long. If you and Chen Mo can live Go on, if you can meet other medical skills. Remember, maybe the first-level source of infection will be the breakthrough point for us to defeat the zombies...we must find that source of infection...and Chen Mo...to survive..."

Song Jian hugged Yan Ruoming tightly, the soreness in his chest was disturbed.

He remembered that when the zombies just broke out, the group of zombies broke through the door, and Chairman Yan rushed to use his body to fight for him to escape from the world, begging him to protect him in a scene of flesh and blood.

He remembered that when they fled the city together, Yan Ruoming pushed him forcefully out of the crowd.

Now, Yan Ruoming was bitten.

This stubborn young master endured for a long time and tortured himself for a long time, but he still wanted to die in front of him.

The powerlessness in Song Jian's heart tortured him so much that he couldn't bear to live.

How could he watch Yan Ruoming die?

How could this person who had already died for him die in his arms again!

Song Jian said: "Yan Ruoming, you can't die. We don't know where to go to find the next virus research expert!"

Yan Ruoming smiled softly: "Song Jian, for the past three years, I have spent day and night in the research institute, fighting with people and the sky, and now I am about to lose...don't...don't rely too much on me. Recently, my current appearance will mutate anytime... anytime..."

In the room Song Jian rented, Chen Mo was lying on the big bed alone, playing Snake with an old-fashioned game console.

He bought this game console with two bullets and a wound, and the battery inside is enough to play for half a month.

Chen Mo has a childish temper, as long as you give him something to play with, he will temporarily forget about those unhappy things.

After finishing writing today's letter, the old man came over and knocked on the door: "Momo, let's go get something to eat."

Chen Mo opened the door with the game console in his arms. The long, long caterpillar ate the last little red dot on the map.

At the end of the game, a huge golden "win" appeared on the display screen with special effects.

Chen Mo obediently put the game console into his schoolbag and said, "Grandpa, what do you want to eat, I'll go down and buy it for you."

The old man raised his eyebrows: "You don't want to eat?"

Chen Mo shook his head and whispered, "I want to eat with Song Jian..."

The old man sighed, a little helpless, but also a little distressed: "Momo, it's very late now, maybe he has already eaten?"

Chen Mo still shook his head, and whispered, "Grandpa, go back to your room and rest, I'll buy you something to eat."

Saying that, he ran down the stairs in a hurry.

When the old man is old, he likes to drink some rice porridge and eat some soft rotten things like radish and eggplant.

Chen Mo bought the old man's favorite food in the restaurant at the transfer station, and carried them back to the villa in a few plastic bags.

Just walking halfway, I saw a group of people from the transfer station patrolling in front of a house with guns.

Chen Mo thought, this is probably where Yan Ruoming lived.

Song Jian said that he went to see Yan Ruoming, so...he went there too.

Now the whole transfer station has spread, the boss took in a bitten person and raised him in that house.Because of this incident, many fearful people ended their stay at the transfer station ahead of schedule, and went to their own safe houses.

The night here is no longer full of singing and dancing, and the bartender is lazily wiping glasses in front of the empty bar, with a half-drunk bottle of brandy in hand.

Chen Mo hesitated for a while, then mustered up the courage to walk over and bought half a bottle of wine.

He wanted to chat with Song Jian.

Song Jian likes to drink.

Chen Mo ran back to the room with the porridge and the bottle of wine for the old man.

The old man looked at him worriedly: "Momo, you are still young, you can't drink well."

Chen Mo lowered his head and whispered, "Grandpa, I'm an adult."

The old man sighed.

He didn't know how to persuade a child to be as open as a grown-up.

Song Jian's feelings for Chen Mo were not as much as Chen Mo's response.

But a child in love doesn't care about so much, he will just hang on to his sweetheart stubbornly, stubbornly refusing to let himself calm down.

Song Jian actually didn't stay with Yan Ruoming for long.

What should be said, they have said very clearly.

Yan Ruoming was not afraid of death. He looked at Song Jian calmly and asked Song Jian to take away a hard drive. In it was the information he had carefully extracted from his three years of research on the growth law and destruction of zombie viruses. process.

With the hard drive in his pocket, Song Jian stood beside the barbed wire fence on the edge of the transfer station, smoking a cigarette irritably.

Yan Ruoming was able to come here from the base thanks to the serum left in the laboratory by Chen Mo during his last treatment.

At the beginning, Yan Ruoming hoped to research the production method of immune cells from these serums, but before he had time to start, the base was captured by spider zombies, Yan Ruoming could only use the serum to save his own life.

Yes, only Chen Mo's serum can save Yan Ruoming's life.

Song Jian swore that he would not let Chen Mo be a test subject again.

But now?

Yan Ruoming was about to die, he needed Chen Mo's serum.

Just...a little serum...

Will Chen Mo agree...

Song Jian took a deep breath, stubbed out the cigarette butt and walked to the room he rented.

The room smelled heavily of alcohol.

Song Jian looked at the old man in the next room.

The old man sighed, did not speak, and buried himself in writing his letter.

Song Jian had no choice but to open the door, frowned and said, "Momo, what are you doing?"

Chen Mo sat on the bed, holding a bottle of brandy, and drank it by himself.

The little face was drunk and red, and the eye sockets were wet, as if she had cried secretly.

Song Jian walked over in silence, and said in a deep voice, "Momo, why do you want to drink?"

Chen Mo held up the brandy and handed it to Song Jian's lips, smiling innocently: "I'm pleasing you..."

Song Jian took the wine bottle, looked at Chen Mo's drunken appearance, frowned and said, "Momo..."

Gao Gaojiu drank too much on an empty stomach, Chen Mo clutched his stomach, crying with stomach pain: "Song Jian...my stomach hurts...Song Jian..."

Song Jian sighed, sat on the edge of the bed, hugged Chen Mo into his arms, gently rubbed the child's stomach with his big hands, and said, "Have you eaten tonight?"

Chen Mo shook his head, took the wine bottle with a flutter, and raised his hands to stuff it into Song Jian's mouth: "You drink... drink..."

Song Jian's complex and tormented mood was even more messed up by Chen Mo's torment. He pressed Chen Mo's arm at a loss and said sharply, "Chen Mo!"

Chen Mo was stunned by his yelling, and sat there in a daze, his eyes filled with tears, but he didn't know why he was crying.

Song Jian took a deep breath and said, "What's wrong?"

Chen Mo said blankly, "Yan Ruoming is here..."

Song Jian said: "Yes, he was injured."

Chen Mo said, "He will use me as an experiment..."

Song Jian said: "He won't."

Chen Mo looked up at Song Jian: "Really...Really...Song Jian...don't do experiments..."

Song Jian was silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth: "Momo, Yan Ruoming was bitten by a zombie. He has used up all the immune catalysts on himself, but his body is different from yours, and he cannot control himself. generate immune cells."

Chen Mo got himself drunk and stared blankly at Song Jian, as if he couldn't understand Song Jian's words.

Song Jian took a deep breath and said, "Momo, you are the only person in the world who has immune cells from the zombie virus. He needs your serum."