Pale Silence

The end

On the way back, the sniper chattered behind Chen Mo: "Brother Chen, does this little bomb really work? Can it really kill zombies?"

Chen Mo said, "Yes."

The sniper said, "What about humans? Does this little bomb hurt people?"

Chen Mo said, "I don't know."

Both he and Song Jian had walked through the gate of hell, and they had special physiques, so they passed through the fog safely.

But what will happen to the others, no one knows now.

The sniper tossed the little ball in his hand.

Chen Mo said, "Be careful that it breaks."

Sniper: "I won't break it. Chen Mo, how far a human arm can throw it. Isn't it a waste of ammunition?"

Chen Mo is also thinking about this issue. If the gas bomb is also harmful to the human body, it will no longer make sense to throw it with his hands like him.

Song Jian said, "A bow and arrow."

Chen Mo suddenly realized, Fang Yingchen said: "Go back and let everyone gather, and ask if anyone can make bows and arrows."

Compared with guns and ammunition, ancient weapons such as bows and arrows seem to be useless.

But when everyone was forced to return to the barbaric era overnight, without the ability to create new weapons, bows and arrows became the best carrier for virus bombs.

Chen Mo closed his eyes, silently calculating how many bombs the scientific research team could make with the medicine he took away this time.

Their equipment is too simple, and many medicines that need to be refined cannot be produced. They can only enter and leave the safe area one after another, searching for all the relics left in the old world.

But these relics will be used up, and they must find a new way out.

Song Jian... Will Song Jian be the one to accompany him through this journey...

Chen Mo's heart was in chaos.

Song Jian said, "Momo."

Chen Mo hurriedly opened his eyes and turned to look out the car window.

Song Jian said: "If this weapon can be made, I will kill Zhao Yan."

Chen Mo said, "It's very dangerous."

Song Jian said: "Momo, I want you to be happy."

Chen Mo lowered the car window, let the cold wind blow on his hot face, and said in a calm voice, "Song Jian, can you put away your sweet words? My stomach hurts."

Song Jian said: "I'm sorry, I don't often say such things."

Chen Mo looked at the scenery outside the window.

Song Jian said: "Momo, follow me."

Chen Mo stayed where he was, with a sense of sadness rushing up his nostrils from the bottom of his heart. Once again, those distant pasts spread cruelly before his eyes. The sunset and soot that day unfolded meticulously and slowly. time.

Chen Mo gritted his teeth and choked up: "Song Jian, you are shameless!"

Song Jian said guiltily, "I'm sorry."

He was too anxious.

Chen Mo had been suffering alone for him for ten years. He had just appeared for a while, but he began to think that everything could go back to the past.

The sniper and Fang Yingchen in the back row lowered their heads silently, and they played the old game console together, playing Snake.

The convoy was about to drive into the mountains. Chen Mo picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Turn on the X-ray machine, everyone is on alert, drive over slowly."

Song Jian silently drove up the winding mountain road.

Chen Mo said angrily, "Turn right at the third intersection ahead, Fang Yingchen, stop playing game consoles, go up and clear the road for me."

Fang Yingchen stuck out her tongue, pushed open the skylight and poked her head out, set up her gun and cleaned up the scattered zombies in front of her.

There are now 10,000+ people living in the safe zone, and a large number of survivors live, work, and multiply here.

When Chen Mo first arrived, most of the people here were young and middle-aged, but now, on the streets inside the safe zone, there are already groups of children playing, laughing and running over with cotton candy and candied haws.

Chen Mo's gaze flicked over the children, feeling a little indescribably sad.

Song Jian felt weird, and asked Chen Mo tentatively, "Momo, do you like children?"

Chen Mo said, "I just think of my childhood."

Song Jian said: "When I saw you, you were not very old, you were still a child, a very cute little ball."

Chen Mo said, "If you keep talking about this kind of thing, I'll throw you off the city wall."

Song Jian touched his nose, smiled wryly and closed his mouth.

It's different.

The current Chen Mo is no longer the foolish little fool who was easy to deceive and bully back then. Not only has he grown taller, but he is also quite fierce.

Chen Mo took people to help the scientific research team move the equipment.

Song Jian hurried over to rush to work, so Chen Mo piled box after box of medicines on him without hesitation.

Song Jian didn't dare to express his dissatisfaction, and obediently carried three boxes of medicines to the house.

Qin Wei looked terrified: "Song Jian! You haven't recovered yet, don't be too tired!"

Song Jian said, "Hush."

After finishing speaking, Song Jian turned his head and looked outside the door. Chen Mo was coming in with two big boxes in his arms, but he didn't hear Qin Wei's words.

Song Jian said: "I'm recovering very well, don't yell, people think I'm sick."

Qin Wei: "..."

Song Jian put down the boxes of medicine, walked out swaggeringly, and continued to carry things in the car.

Chen Mo walked up to Qin Wei and asked, "How is Song Jian's situation?"

Qin Wei said: "...he recovered very well."

Chen Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to instruct Song Jian to work unscrupulously: "Song Jian, come over here to move the instruments. You have to move these things in quickly. It will snow soon, and it will hurt the instruments."

Song Jian worked tirelessly as a load dog, and finally finished moving everything before dark.

When night fell, fine snowflakes floated in the sky. It lasted for less than half a month, and the entire safety zone and the mountains in the distance were shrouded in heavy snow.

Except for the night guards, everyone in the entire base returned to their residences, eating supper under the lights with the dim light bulbs on.

A few days ago, the farms in the safety zone slaughtered hundreds of pigs, and every family bought meat from the supply place.

In this era of scarce resources, a pot of broth is enough to satisfy people's hearts.

Chen Mo was on duty in the gun tower. He was standing in front of the window with his gun in his hand. Behind him was a surveillance camera with not particularly good quality. The farthest camera was installed at the entrance of the mountain. Occasionally, one or two zombies appeared in the camera. Wandering dazedly in the heavy snow.

Chen Mo bit the energy bar, the fire in the blockhouse was not too hot, which made him a little cold.

Chen Mo warmed up by the fire in the duty room by himself, looking up at the surveillance cameras all over the wall, always paying attention to whether there were any corpses approaching.

Footsteps sounded on the stairs, Chen Mo frowned: "Who?"

A deep voice sounded in the darkness: "Momo, don't be afraid, it's me."

Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief and continued to watch the surveillance camera.

Song Jian came in with two bags of food and sat beside Chen Mo: "Are you cold?"

Chen Mo said, "It's not cold."

Song Jian put two cloth pockets on the ground, put a pot on the stove, poured cold water on it and started to boil.

Chen Mo said, "What are you doing?"

Song Jian said: "Make something to eat, I heard from Xiaochen that you didn't eat at night."

Chen Mo folded the packaging bag of the energy bar and put it on the table: "I've eaten it."

Song Jian said: "That thing is not nutritious."

Chen Mo didn't speak, but just silently watched Song Jian busy with Lu Zi.

Song Jian boiled the water and cooked noodles for Chen Mo, as well as some dried wild vegetables, bacon, a little soy sauce and salt.

Chen Mo said, "Where did you get wild vegetables?"

Song Jian said: "The buddy on duty at the gate often goes out to dig wild vegetables in spring and summer. I asked him for it."

Chen Mo said: "I'm going to change him and let him be on duty. He ran out to dig wild vegetables. What if something happens?"

Song Jian chuckled: "Momo, no wonder Xiaochen dared not tease you when she said you were fierce."

Chen Mo said softly: "I'm afraid they will die. It's better to be bitten to death by me than to be bitten to death by zombies."

Song Jian took out the cooked instant noodles, added another spoonful of sesame paste, and stuffed it to Chen Mo: "Eat something, I'll help you watch the surveillance."

Chen Mo ate instant noodles without delaying his work. While sipping noodles, he looked up at the monitor on the big screen.

Zombies are afraid of the cold, so they usually don't come out in groups to look for food when it snows.

Song Jian put an enamel cup into the remaining hot soup, poured in a bottle of milk, and scalded it with the residual temperature of the noodle soup.

The warm and mellow milk fragrance gradually permeated the cold room. Chen Mo ate the noodles with his head up. Song Jian put the hot milk on the table beside Chen Mo.

Song Jian said: "Momo, I went to the hospital today. Qin Wei said that the improved zombie bomb will be produced soon, and they will try to reduce the damage of the fog to people as much as possible."

Chen Mo said, "Okay."

The world was silent for a few minutes, Song Jian said: "Momo, if the world can return to its original appearance, what do you want to do?"

Chen Mo took a sip of hot milk slowly, and said in a low voice, "Probably... want to go back to school."

When the zombies broke out, he was still in school. He used to hate the boring life there, but in his subconscious, he still felt that that was the life he should have.

Chen Mo said, "What about you? Song Jian, what do you want to do?"

Song Jian rubbed his temples, looked at Chen Mo, and said, "I want to open a shop on the side of the road and buy an SUV to take you to school."

Chen Mo lowered his head and whispered, "I have no ambition."

Song Jian stretched out his hand cautiously, tentatively and slowly landed on the back of Chen Mo's neck. Seeing that Chen Mo didn't dodge, he whispered: "Momo, I promised you that when the sun comes back to this land, I will I want to build a home here with you. We will have a home with a bed and a closet, and I will clean the cobwebs on the ceiling every week and take care of the flowers you put on the windowsill every day."

Home……

Chen Mo trembled slightly under Song Jian's warm palm.

He wanted a home, and from beginning to end, everything he did was just to have a home.

Song Jian tentatively asked in a low voice: "Momo, can I be your family member? Even... even if you don't want to treat me like before, I still want to have a family with you."

The north roared and slapped on the gun tower, and the zombies under surveillance from afar wandered around shivering in the cold world.

The smell of noodles, meat and milk is wafting in the room.

Chen Mo's very soft voice was mixed in the north wind, so low that it was almost inaudible, he said, "Okay."

Song Jian heard it.