Pale Silence

Chen Mo put the old man in the safe zone.

He didn't have time to go to school, because of his strong fighting ability, the administrators of the safe zone prefer him to participate in the battle.

Guard the safe zone, patrol around, and even go out to search for supplies.

Chen Mo did not refuse.

The world has become like this, how could he dare to return to the past.

He did not see Song Jian in the safe zone, nor did he see Liang Jianqiang's team.

It is the most common thing for people who come in and out every year to die on the road to hell, so those who stay in the safe zone never wait for their loved ones to come back.

If you can't come back, then you really can't come back.

Chen Mo often followed the team out of the safe zone to look for supplies. Maybe he had died too many times, or maybe he was lucky. As long as he followed the team out, he was rarely attacked by zombies.

Moreover, Chen Mo's memory of the terrain is very strong. With him leading the team, he will never get lost. He can also find many sparsely populated and tricky paths to go around the city center to find supplies.

Gradually, Chen Mo became the backbone of the going out team.

Year after year, the safe zone gradually expanded and the population increased.

Chen Mo's team will not only go out to search for supplies, but also bring many survivors, including medical and scientific personnel.

He is still taciturn, but he is no longer the innocent boy who can only obey orders.

He learned to command the team, learn to give orders, learn to be a leader, and learn to force himself to grow up.

Time flows slowly, ten years have passed, and the safe zone seems to be a big kingdom.

Chen Mo is the commander-in-chief of the army in the safe zone. A sufficiently complete national system has not yet been formed here, and powerful people will get more respect.

The childishness on Chen Mo's face gradually faded away, and his gradually growing appearance was completely different from Yan Ruoming's.

Sometimes, Chen Mo would look at the mirror alone and recall the past.

He thought, if he had looked completely different from Yan Ruoming when he first met on the rooftop, would Song Jian have saved him?

Would it be...to be so kind to him, so good that he would be so deep in it that he would not wake up until he died.

The old man is very old.

Ten years can make a young man grow up, and it can also make an old man slowly decline.

The old man's mental condition is very bad recently. He is weakly lying on the bed for transfusion, half asleep and half awake, his old and shriveled thin lips move, as if he is talking, but in fact he has nothing to say.

Chen Mo silently peeled the banana beside the old man's bed, broke it into small pieces with his hands and put them on a small plate.

The old man slowly opened his eyes and said in a low voice, "Momo."

Chen Mo said, "Grandpa, I'm here."

The old man said: "Momo, you have worked hard for ten years, don't go out anymore, listen to grandpa."

Chen Mo said, "Grandpa, I'm fine."

The old man smiled wryly: "Silly Momo, grandpa is dying, and no one will take care of you in the future."

Chen Mo heard something in the old man's words, and asked blankly: "Grandpa, you...do you have something to tell me..."

The old man looked at the ceiling with his cloudy eyes, and he was stuck in words for a long time in his memory, before he said: "I should stop him... I should have stopped him since he started to regenerate cells... But I don't want to Arguing with him...in this life...I can't bear to quarrel with him..."

Chen Mo said, "Grandpa..."

A muffled voice spit out from the old man's aging throat: "By the time I tried to stop him...it was too late...I locked him...I kept him there, hoping, hoping that he could think for himself... I understand... But he doesn't understand... He wants his new world... I can't stop him... I can only... I can only force him... Force him not to hurt you... Momo... Grandpa does There are too many things wrong...Grandpa...Grandpa wants to protect you...What a good child you are..."

Chen Mo held the old man's old hand, trembling slightly: "Grandpa, what are you talking about? What are you talking about...Grandpa...I don't understand, please rest first, wait for me...wait for me to come back this time, Tell me slowly, okay?"

The old man sighed softly, and held Chen Mo's young hand tightly with his old palm: "Momo, the rest of the way, you yourself... It's very difficult... Don't go, be obedient, be good."

Tears of bewilderment overflowed from Chen Mo's eyes. He looked at the old man's old face and choked up: "Grandpa..."

The old man sighed again, and raised his hand to touch Chen Mo's head.

But he was too old, and he no longer had the strength to coax this very good child.

The old man closed his eyes and let the darkness gradually swallow him up. The young man's warm skin was in his palm, and tears sent him off.

Death is like a lamp going out, and life is but a flash of light.

Chen Mo tremblingly hugged the old man's increasingly cold body: "Grandpa...Grandpa, don't sleep...Grandpa..."

Tears fell drop by drop, and the little warmth in Chen Mo's heart was ruthlessly pulled away bit by bit, and was reoccupied bit by bit by the cold silence.

The funeral in the safety zone is very simple. The neck and spine of the corpse are cut off, buried in the land outside the high wall of the safety zone, and a simple tombstone is carved with stone, writing his name as a human being in this life.

Chen Mo stood alone in the cemetery outside the safe zone for a long, long time.

It rained heavily that day, and the spider zombies outside the safe zone were all eager to get close to this lonely human being, but after all, they didn't do anything in front of the old man's grave.

Chen Mo didn't understand what was the relationship between the old man and the zombies, but he understood from this few words that the reason why he walked in and out of the road to hell all these years like no one was there was because the old man was protecting him.

Now, seeing the end of his life, the old man persuaded him to protect himself and not to take any more risks.

But now Chen Mo had to go.

Not long ago, the radio station in the safety zone received a message that a scientific research team in Jiushan County was trapped in the local middle school.This scientific research team has been engaged in research on zombie viruses for more than ten years, and has initially developed a drug that slows down the infection rate, and can even kill low-level zombies with a short infection time.

This is a piece of news that makes all the survivors ecstatic. The safe zone must send someone to bring the scientific research team over.

In this matter, Chen Mo only believed in himself, he had to pick up the scientific research team in person.

The documents taken from Yan Ruoming's room remained with him, and the existing general doctors in the safe area could not understand the documents, so more professional people had to come.

For this matter, Chen Mo had to go in person.

Chen Mo picked a team of fifteen people, including doctors, communication experts, snipers, and rocket launchers.

The morning light still fell on the earth in a gray manner, no different from the morning light ten years ago.

Chen Mo has learned not to recall, he drove in silence at the front of the line.

The gate of the safe area opened slowly, and the residents stood at the door of each residence, silently sending the heroes on their way.

Over the past ten years, external resources have been gradually exhausted, and it is difficult to find supplies at gas stations, so they can only set out with gasoline by themselves.

There is a section of the road to hell that is particularly dangerous. There are many, many zombies gathered there for some reason. Ordinary cars can’t drive through it at all. They will be flooded by the corpses. Crazy corpses will smash the windows and pin the wheels, and let them pass by desperately. Humans join them.

But Chen Mo had his own way.

He always remembered the two empty floors and the unmutated corpses he saw in the hospital. Once when he went out to search for supplies, he carried an X-ray machine into the car out of curiosity, and used a modified small power generator to The machine was turned on, and the scattered zombies retreated four or five meters away.

Zombies are afraid of x-rays, or in other words, zombie viruses are afraid of x-rays.

Chen Mo installed an X-ray perspective machine on the two cars, one in front and the other in the back. The generator rumbled along the way, causing the zombies on both sides of the mountain road to back off one after another, passing through the mountains unimpeded, and heading south.

Jiushan County...

Chen Mo looked into the distance and took a deep breath.

That was his hometown with nowhere else to go.

Jiushan County, Jiushan Middle School.

A scientific research team is shivering in the school conference room.

Three months ago, their hospital was captured. A group of people staggered for dozens of kilometers with their research results and hid in the seemingly quiet Jiushan County. Unexpectedly, they crashed into the crowd of corpses.

A long-lived man rescued them and took them to the school's conference room for shelter.

This place is full of food and water, as long as they are not discovered by the zombies, they can last for a long time.

The people in the scientific research team are very strange.

There are so many zombies in Jiushan County, a broken place with nothing to do. Why does someone still stay here, living in silence and refusing to leave.

The doctors of the scientific research team hid in the corner and whispered among each other, checking the handwritten information with a little light from the fire.

The man who saved them sat alone on the stage of the auditorium, counting the bullets one by one, unloading and loading them again.

The man looked to be in his 30s, with a tall and muscular figure, his muscular body tightly wrapped in a half-worn T-shirt and overalls.

He should be a very handsome man, with tall eyebrows, deep eyes and profound facial features, but it seems that he has had a bad life these years, he has been dark and vicissitudes, there are some dry fine lines around his eyes, and he is generally cold and silent.

The scientific research team whispered to each other, and asked the most gentle female researcher to go and talk to the savior.

The female researcher walked over slowly and said softly, "Thank you for saving us."

The man said, "No need."

The female researcher asked: "Can you tell us your name? We can't keep calling you here and there."

The man said, "Song Jian."

The female researcher smiled and said, "My name is Qin Wei."

Qin Wei said: "Song Jian, we have been sending distress signals here for two consecutive months. If someone received our signal, they should have come to rescue us long ago."

Song Jian said: "In this world, the signal has always been very poor. It is already a miracle that one of the radio signals sent out in two months can be completely received by others."

Qin Wei said: "But the food here will be eaten up."

Song Jian said: "You eat, I can go to other places to find food."

Qin Wei had no choice but to change the topic of the chat, and she asked, "Have you lived here all this time?"

Song Jian reloaded the gun with two "clicks", a little impatient, but still replied patiently: "I've been here for a long time."

Qin Wei said: "Why do you stay here? If you are so good, you will definitely be able to find a bigger camp. Living there will be much more comfortable."

Song Jian didn't answer, just looked at the burn scars on his arm silently, and said after a long time: "Wait for someone."

This is Chen Mo's hometown.

If there is a spirit in this world, and the soul returns to his hometown, he wants to wait here for Chen Mo.

Whether it is alive or dead, whether it is a ghost or a corpse, he will wait here for Chen Mo to return home.

Qin Wei didn't know who else Song Jian could wait for in this world.

She stopped asking, but sat silently beside Song Jian, watching Song Jian wipe the barrel of the gun intently.

Song Jian said: "If there is no rescue before the food is eaten, I will find a way to send you out of here."

Qin Wei smiled wryly and said, "There is no car big enough to take all of us away. Ten years have passed, and we all know how difficult it is to find supplies now."

Song Jian was silent for a while, and looked towards the dark rolling door.

If...if Chen Mo was here, that boy would definitely look at him with sparkling eyes, hold AK and say seriously, "Song Jian, I'll open the way."

That limp little fool died behind him before he had time to grow up.

Died...where he couldn't see...

Song Jian closed his eyes, not wanting strangers to see the pain in his eyes.

Ten years have passed. If Chen Mo was still alive, he would have grown up by now.

But that child was left behind by him, and he lived in his youth forever.

The person who loved him the most died because of him, so what qualifications does he have to live in this world.

Song Jian said: "Pack up your things, try to bring enough water and food, I will find a way to drive that car tomorrow morning."

It was more than 30 meters from the door of the auditorium to the car. There were trees on both sides of this section of the road, and there were spider zombies squatting on it all the time, trying to bite the surviving people at any time.

Song Jian said, "Give me your medicine that delays infection."

Qin Wei said worriedly: "This medicine can only delay the treatment for more than ten hours..."

Song Jian said: "It's enough to send you to a safe place."

He had been waiting here for ten years, but Chen Mo didn't come back, and he refused to even look at him in his dreams.

The life of a person is too tormented, and he can't wait any longer.

That night, everyone in the scientific research team did not fall asleep.

Only Song Jian slept very peacefully.

He left the rifle to Qin Wei: "Cover me later."

Qin Wei was at a loss: "But...but I won't..."

Song Jian looked at the rest of the scientific research team. A group of scholars waved at him again and again, and none of them dared to take the gun.

Song Jian withdrew his gun slightly disappointed.

If Chen Mo was here, the kid would be very excited to take it, and solemnly assured him: "I will definitely protect you!"

Song Jian took a deep breath, habitually fumbled for a cigarette in his pocket, but found nothing.

The old smoker of the scientific research team knew Song Jian's action very well, and hurriedly took out a cigarette from his pocket: "Brother Song, here is one."

Song Jian waved his hand: "I have quit smoking for ten years."