Pale Silence

The bartender avoided Chen Mo's gun tremblingly: "Chen Chen Chen Chen Mo, I am not a zombie, you should be careful..."

Chen Mo didn't have much strength at all, he couldn't even see the moving shadows in front of him clearly, when he heard the voice of someone talking, he immediately put down the gun weakly, and fell limply.

The bartender rushed over: "Chen Mo! Chen Mo!"

He's a helpless service worker with an old man who trembles when he walks.

Chen Mo is the only fighting force among them, so don't worry about it!

Although the bartender can't fight, he is a big guy after all.

He easily picked up the thin Chen Mo and put him into one of the houses.

This is a two-story villa with a small attic on the roof.

Under the command of the old man, the bartender closed all the curtains, moved some food and water to the second floor, and then blocked the corridor between the first and second floors with sofa tables, and used perfume and air freshener every four hours Spray all window and door gaps.

Chen Mo was very weak. The blood draw and low fever for several days almost completely destroyed his body. In addition to the wounds bitten by the zombies, he needed to rest quietly here for many days.

In the past few days, no one knows whether the corpses will make a comeback.

Chen Mo had nightmares repeatedly in his low-grade fever, calling his parents for a while, and crying for Yueyue, don't die, and his brother will take you home.

Sometimes he would murmur Song Jian's name in a low voice, with a sad smile on the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't tell what kind of emotion he was feeling.

When the old man is free, he will pace back and forth in the house and do Tai Chi.

The bartender had nothing to do. Apart from taking care of Chen Mo and spraying air fresheners, he had to use a few bottles of mineral water and beverage bottles as props to practice his bartending skills.

Chen Mo is a quiet person. When he falls asleep, he will cry and talk a few words in his sleep, but as soon as he wakes up, he will lie on the bed like a doll, silently looking at the ceiling. Only the sound of steady breathing means that he is still alive. live.

The bartender sighed, unable to tell what was in his heart.

There is a walkie-talkie hanging on Chen Mo's neckline, which is the kind used in the transfer station.

The bartender whispered, "Is it sinking with this hanging?"

Chen Mo slowly raised his hand with difficulty, took off the walkie-talkie and threw it aside.

The bartender sighed again: "Chen Mo, can you still talk?"

Chen Mo whispered a word hoarsely: "Yes."

The bartender said, "I'm bored, can we chat for a while?"

Chen Mo said, "Be quiet."

Bartender: "..."

Communication failed, so the bartender had to chat with the old man.

The bartender is a lucky guy.

The zombies broke out in the city he was in at three o'clock in the morning. He had just got off work, so he reacted faster than the others, and quickly drove away from the city.And he followed Liang Jianqiang, the local bastard head, with special scheming.

His vision of seeing people was right. Liang Jianqiang quickly gained a foothold in the apocalypse. He established a safe transfer station here, and could satisfy the bartender's desire to chat with strangers every day.

The bartender has been here honestly for three years, chatting with passers-by every day, flirting with pretty girls and boys.

The old man gently opened the curtains a little and looked out.

The sky was bright outside, and there was an empty silence, with no zombies or humans.

The bartender said, "Old man, when do we get out of here?"

The old man said: "What's the matter, are you able to fight zombies or am I able to fight zombies? If Momo doesn't recover, where do you want to go?"

The bartender retracted his neck silently, and continued to serve Chen Mo attentively.

Chen Mo had just suffered a catastrophe, and his body, heart and soul were in pain.

But after all, he is not used to being served by others. He was uncomfortable being fed by the bartender. Before he recovered, he got up by himself and silently helped to cook and tidy up the room.

The bartender sighed: "Chen Mo, you won't follow Song Jian in the future, will you?"

Chen Mo's fingertips trembled slightly, and the shovel and the bottom of the pot made a sharp sound with a "stab".

The bartender was terrified, and hurriedly climbed to the window to check the movement outside.

Seeing that this person is really good at chatting, Chen Mo was afraid that he would say something that would make him uncomfortable, so he hesitated for a while, and tried to change the subject: "Why didn't you leave here?"

The bartender yawned: "My schedule is different from yours. I didn't fall asleep until early in the morning. When there was chaos outside, I slept like a dead pig. When I woke up, there were already a group of monsters and zombies outside. I thought going out now would be death, so I might as well hide in the house obediently, maybe I can escape."

Chen Mo bowed his head and remained silent for a while, then said softly, "You are truly blessed."

Most of the houses here were knocked open by spider zombies and searched up and down, but the bartender actually hid there.

The bartender grinned: "I don't have any other specialties, I just have a good life."

The bartender didn't ask Chen Mo why he wasn't infected by the zombie virus, just like he once watched in horror as the crooked old man walked through the corpses and stood silently beside Chen Mo, while those terrifying spider zombies slowly retreated. Open, never to bite Chen Mo who passed out on the ground again.

He knew that he had been lucky since he was a child, and when he was fighting with his enemy in elementary school, the wind could blow down the clothes-horse above his head and hit his enemy's forehead impartially.

This time he survived, he didn't ask how the old and the young survived, but he knew that he hugged his thigh.

Very thick and strong thighs!

The bartender scooped up a bowl of red dates and millet porridge obsequiously, and gave it to the old man with a smile: "Old man, drink some, I'll be on duty tonight."

In the middle of the night, everything is silent, and the world seems to have frozen, only when the wind sweeps the leaves, there is still a little sound.

Chen Mo slept too much a few days ago and couldn't sleep now, so he climbed to the attic and carefully checked the movement around him.

He seems to have returned to not long ago, he and Song Jian took the old man to escape from the old city and fled to Gaocheng City.

At that time, he and Song Jian took turns keeping vigil in the attic, exchanging lingering intimacy and whispers.

He should have known long ago that Song Jian's liking for him was far outweighed by his concern for Yan Ruoming.

It has nothing to do with whether Song Jian and Yan Ruoming have a closer relationship, but in Song Jian's heart, Yan Ruoming is always the most important.

Chen Mo thought he could keep up with Song Jian. He thought that as long as Yan Ruoming developed a vaccine, and as long as the end of the world was over, he would be able to be with Song Jian.

But he couldn't keep up.

When a person does not want to wait for you, you will never catch up with him.

Chen Mo desperately forced himself to see the reality clearly.

Song Jian didn't even stop to wait for him.

Chen Mo sat alone in the attic and wiped the barrel of the gun.

He used to clean Song Jian's gun like this before, and Song Jian would look down at him, laughing indistinctly with a cigarette in his mouth amidst the smog.

Chen Mo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and pulled himself away from the memories bit by bit.

Forgetting is more difficult than imagined, letting go of Song Jian is tantamount to torture yourself with skinning and cramp.

In the past time, he spent too much on Song Jian, he needed a little courage to tell himself that all this was meaningless.

How can abandoning the past be a torment that can be easily accomplished?

The bartender sneaked up to the attic and whispered, "Chen Mo, it's one o'clock in the morning, and I'll come over to change shifts with you."

Chen Mo said, "I can't sleep, you should rest."

"I can't sleep either," said the bartender.

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment, and sat down silently to the side, making room for the bartender.

The bartender climbed up and sat next to Chen Mo.

He said, "Chen Mo, when did you learn how to play with a gun?"

Chen Mo hesitated, and said in a low voice, "Song Jian taught me."

The bartender said, "So you followed him?"

Chen Mo lowered his head and wiped the barrel of the gun. He didn't want to talk too intimately with such a strange person, but the old man was too old, and he was a full-fledged elder. Apart from the gun in his hand, only this stranger could Have a few words with him.

Chen Mo said, "He saved my life."

The bartender said: "The grace of saving lives is too common in this world. There is no one as stupid as you, who promises you with your body once you are saved."

Chen Mo said, "You don't understand."

The bartender said, "Chen Mo, were you very young when the zombies broke out?"

Chen Mo nodded.

At that time, he was still a junior high school student, stuck in the ivory tower all day long, listening to the bells for class start and end day after day, looking forward to it from Monday to Friday, from the beginning of school to the holiday.

Those dull and boring days used to be so annoying, but now they can never go back.

The bartender said: "I think you are very small. Chen Mo, you know, I have seen many, many people here. They look fierce and cruel, but their hearts have been left in the past. From the zombie outbreak They have never grown up since that day. Chen Mo, this is the fourth year, the fourth year of the end of the world, but every time I close my eyes, I always feel that the broken man who is still sleeping in the back alley of the bar In the rental house, it’s still a boring day to go to work after opening your eyes. Chen Mo, how about you? Have you grown up yet?”

Chen Mo lowered his head, unloaded the bullets from the gun, counted them one by one, and loaded them again.

he does not know.

He has no past to look forward to, and can only drift in a trance in the torrent where he will die at any time. Song Jian grabbed him, so he hugged Song Jian tightly, and refused to let go even if his body was covered with bruises.

The bartender was right, he was left in the past, stubbornly dependent on adults like a child, never refusing to face up to the time that has passed.

He should have grown up by now.

A person navigating in the dark sea has to find his own direction, but he uses the phantom in the sky as a lighthouse, and like a fool, he bumped into the reef and almost died in the deep sea.

Chen Mo drove Song Jian out of his mind, trying to clear his mind.

He needs a plan, he is going to take the old man to the safe zone.

The bartender sighed. There was a bottle of white rum in the attic. He mixed two glasses of simple mojitos with some fruit and sparkling drinks, and silently handed one to Chen Mo: "Here, are you an adult?"

Chen Mo nodded, took the cup, and said solemnly: "The drink is expired, and it will cause diarrhea."

The bartender said, "What are you afraid of, we have bathrooms."

Chen Mo thought for a while and said, "The water in the tank is running out."

Liang Jianqiang's team has been repaired at the power station and is ready to go to the safe zone.

The road to hell is very dangerous. Every time Liang Jianqiang passes through that road, one-third or more of Liang Jianqiang's team will be lost.

Liang Jianqiang wanted Song Jian to go with him, but Song Jian was very depressed because of Chen Mo's death, and became taciturn. He patrolled the perimeter of the camp all day long, frantically killing all passing zombies.

So Liang Jianqiang decided to go to Yan Ruoming.

He didn't know how Yan Ruoming survived.

But he knew that Yan Ruoming survived, and Song Jian cared about Yan Ruoming very much.

Yan Ruoming was resting in the back room, while Brother Li and Zhao Yan were fighting Landlords outside.

Chen Mo's serum was consumed quickly because Yan Ruoming's health was getting worse.

Now even if Chen Mo's serum is used to hang his life, Yan Ruoming will find it difficult to get up again. He is drowsy in bed all day long, with a gray mist floating in front of his eyes. He seems to be able to see a huge corpse in a trance. group.

Those zombies were very close to him, their gray eyes just staring at him, passing him by.

Yan Ruoming panted lightly, fighting desperately against his own consciousness, refusing to approach the throne in the middle of the corpses.

No... can't go past...

cannot……

He can't turn into this low-level ugly monster, he can't let that lunatic build a so-called new world!

He's found the original virus strain, he's found a test subject that produces antibodies on its own.

Immediately... Immediately you can win.

How could he pass, how could he just give in and become a puppet under the command of that lunatic!

Professor Shen's low laughter echoed in his ears: "Ruoming, do you want to be the savior?"

Yan Ruoming suddenly turned his head in the illusion, but saw Zhao Yan passing among the walking corpses, looking at him with gray eyes and smiling.

Yan Ruoming woke up from the dream in pain, panting hysterically: "Zhao Yan!!!"

The bartender sure enough started having diarrhea the next day.

Moldy fruit and expired drinks made him sick and dying.

Chen Mo tenderly used the little gas left to heat up hot water, poured it into the hot water bottle and asked the bartender to cover it: "Are you feeling better?"

The bartender nodded with a pale face.

Chen Mo said, "I'm going out for a while."

The bartender asked: "Go to the next building to get supplies?"

Chen Mo shook his head and said, "I'm going to the city."

The bartender's eyes widened in fright: "You're crazy! It's full of zombies!!!"

Chen Mo said, "I'm going to the stationery store in the city to find a map. Aren't we going to the safe zone? I haven't seen a map further north, so I don't know the way."

The bartender said: "No, Chen Mo, you are going to die if you enter the urban area. Didn't you go to the urban area last time? You know how dangerous it is!"

Chen Mo said angrily, "Then do you know the way?"

Bartender: "..."

Most of the wounds on Chen Mo's body have healed, but the fatigue and dizziness caused by the massive blood loss have not completely faded away.

He also didn't want to risk going downtown.

But now, no one will order him to do anything, he wants to plan a future for others.

The bartender thought hard, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "There is a map, Chen Mo, there is a map in Liang Jianqiang's house!"

Liang Jianqiang went to and from hell several times, going back and forth between the safe zone and the transfer station, the hundreds of kilometers of long and rugged roads, it is impossible to walk all by memory.