Pale Silence

This year is No. 15 years after the zombie outbreak.

Most people have already forgotten what the bustling and lively world was like back then, their favorite TV channel, the picture on the screen saver of their mobile phone, the shortcut keys for game settings, and the coffee house on the street. Does the girl have another date.

The new life was born in the hospital in the safe area. They could only curiously explore the appearance of the old world from the descriptions of the adults and the only remaining video pictures.

The world in the past has long been barren.

Chen Mo loaded the gun, he still likes AK, the old one is worn out, so he will find a way to get a new one.

It was Song Jian who taught him how to shoot, and the first gun he touched was the ak.

Everyone in the military factory worked overtime to make a batch of bullets. A large box of various types of bullets was made, and Chen Mo and his teammates took them all away.

The scientific research team has developed a new type of anti-infective drug, which will not have such strong side effects. As long as it is eaten before being bitten by a zombie, it can last for two hours, avoiding the infection state, and continue to use it until it can Receive thorough antiviral treatment.

Chen Mo went out this time with the heart of winning, he couldn't do Song Jian's second live navigation.

Watching the bullets being loaded onto the truck, Chen Mo looked at the gradually rising morning sun and adjusted his appearance in the mirror.

Song Jian gently knocked on the door outside: "Momo, let's go."

Chen Mo whispered inside the door: "Song Jian, I killed Shen Hewen once, but I missed."

Song Jian sighed, and said: "No one can kill Shen Hewen in that situation, you can't, I can't, that kid who plays snipers is even a melee waste. It was our careless love rival that gave Shen Hewen a chance to escape. But this time, he has no chance."

Chen Mo opened the door, his eyes were a little red, he held a gun in one hand and a paper bag in the other, and said, "I'm going to worship grandpa."

Song Jian said: "I will accompany you."

Chen Mo nodded, walked out of the safe zone with Song Jian, and came to the cemetery in the safe zone.

The cemetery is where all those who died in the safe zone are buried.

Some are injured, some are sick.

Before they die, they ask their companions to kill their own brains and bury them in this place separated by the safe zone and the road to hell. After death, they also want to protect their own friends and relatives.

The tombstone of the old man was in the middle of the cemetery, and it was buried by Chen Mo himself.

The old man's name, date of birth, and death were carefully engraved on that stone tablet. Chen Mo didn't know what capacity he should bury for the old man, so he didn't sign the name on the tombstone at the end, leaving the tombstone standing empty in the wind and rain.

Chen Mo took out paper money and tributes from the paper bag, spread them out in front of the old man's grave, cleared a graveyard, lit the paper money incense candle, and kowtowed silently three times.

Watching the paper money slowly rise in the sun, Chen Mo whispered, "Grandpa, I'm here to see you. I'm busy these days, so don't be angry."

Song Jian fiddled with the paper money with a wooden stick, allowing the piles of paper money to fully contact with oxygen, so that they burned higher and more vigorously.

There is a saying in the old days that if the paper money burns high, it means that the relatives in the underworld are very happy.

Chen Mo stayed for a while and said, "Grandpa, you asked Shen Hewen to let me go, but I was going to kill him. Are you very angry and think I'm too much..."

Song Jian said: "Grandpa is not angry."

Chen Mo whispered, "How do you know everything?"

Song Jian said: "Look at this paper money, how well it burns."

The piles of paper money burned extremely vigorously under Song Jian's fiddle, and the ashes of the paper floated to the sky gently and warmly.

Chen Mo's eyes were red, he rubbed the corners of his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Grandpa, the world is about to change for the better."

Song Jian brought a small bag of millet to the old man, and threw it among the burning paper money.

When he and Chen Mo fled in a hurry, they knocked on the door of the small clinic with a little hope. The old man boiled millet porridge for them for a month, and slowly raised the two injured people to recovery, just like he was born There should be some obligation to provoke all these troubles.

After paying homage to the old man, it was time for Chen Mo to lead the team to set off.

According to the old rules, the motorcade whistles three times, and the people seeing off are silent and just wave goodbye.

The convoy slowly drove out of the safe zone, just like it did in countless previous missions, entered the road to hell, and went to the larger world outside to find the hope of life.

Song Jian couldn't drive this time. He sat in the back seat and silently asked Qin Wei to inject him with ten milliliters of zombie virus serum.

This time Song Jian would be in danger at any time, Qin Wei took all the medicines and went along in fear, for fear that Song Jian would have any accidents during this mission.

Sitting in the co-pilot, Chen Mo nervously looked at Song Jian's current appearance through the rearview mirror.

The veins on Song Jian's neck slowly collapsed, and his skin gradually revealed a terrifying bluish-white color.

Chen Mo said, "Qin Wei!"

Qin Wei held up the medicine in her hand and was always ready to inject Song Jian.

Song Jian closed his eyes and slowly felt the changes in his body.

His heartbeat gradually slowed down, becoming weaker and weaker.

The air became thick and foul, making him tired of breathing.

But this was not enough, he hadn't felt Shen Hewen's existence yet, the fog in front of him was still too thin, and those wandering zombies were too far away from him, and he couldn't blend in.

Chen Mo couldn't help it: "Qin Wei, inject him with antiviral drugs! If this continues, he will mutate!!!"

Qin Wei frantically took a cotton ball and wiped it on Song Jian's elbow. Just as the needle was about to pierce the skin, Song Jian said in a hoarse voice, "Southeast...to the south...very...far away... "

Qin Wei held up the syringe at a loss.

Chen Mo became anxious and said, "Save people first!"

Qin Wei hurriedly injected Song Jian with antiviral drugs.

Chen Mo took a deep breath and recalled the terrain in his mind.

In the southeast and south, there is a direct expressway that they can take. They rarely pass that road. No one knows if there will be any problems on the road.

But now that there is such a drug that specifically targets zombies, they are much bolder when they go out.

Chen Mo Fang Yingchen said: "Pay attention to the highway entrance on the left, and go up when you see the highway."

Fang Yingchen said: "What if I can't go up?"

Chen Mo picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Xia Kai, pay attention to open the road. There will be a high-speed entrance three kilometers to the left. You should check the situation in advance and don't let Fang Yingchen bump into it like a fly without a head."

Xia Kai shouted excitedly: "Okay! The task must be completed!"

He sat on the roof of the big truck and started looking for the entrance with great concentration.

Chen Mo explained the good thing, and looked back at Song Jian uneasily.

Song Jian sat on the back seat half-conscious, only grunting in pain when he was injected with medicine.

With the antiviral treatment one after another, his tolerance to the zombie virus and drugs became stronger and stronger, and he would no longer be in pain like before.

After he got used to it slowly, he was still able to laugh and tease Chen Mo for a while, one by one Brother Chen shouted very happily.

Chen Mo was thin-skinned, he didn't want to talk to him, and he didn't like to ignore him. After holding back for a long time, he didn't say anything. He just threw a piece of candy from the front co-pilot backhand, and threw it precisely into Song Jian's arms.

Fang Yingchen concentrated on driving.

Qin Wei lowered her head, pretending she couldn't see anything.

There is nothing on the notice. It seems that other survivors have cleared this place seven or eight years ago. The broken-down vehicles have been moved to the side of the road, and there are some skeletons lying on the ground.

The bones of those skeletons were faintly blackened, and they looked like infected people who had been killed on this road.

After driving for a whole day, they chose a gas station to rest when it was dark.

Chen Mo had an indescribably complicated feeling for the gas station.

Before meeting Song Jian, the gas station was the favorite place for him and his parents and sister to stay.

Food is often stored here, and the house is well insulated. Sometimes in the duty room, there are some bedding that can be used to keep warm.The smell of gasoline will disturb the sense of smell of the zombies, and hiding here will generally not be discovered by the zombies.

Later, he was hunted down by people from the base, and Song Jian also rescued him without hesitation in a gas station, and left the entire base to accompany him to flee and wander around.

It has been too long now, the food and gasoline in the gas station have been swept away long ago, and there are no bedding left for them.

Fortunately, this group of people are all used to being field soldiers, and they can sleep soundly when they go to that corner with their own things.

Song Jian received a virus injection here, and he felt that Shen Hewen's position had not moved, or he felt the position before.

It seems that Shen Hewen has found a place where he is satisfied enough, and gathered more and more army of zombies.

Every time Song Jian tried on the edge of mutation, he had to receive cruel antiviral treatment.

When he received treatment for the first time, his unbearable poor health was blown to pieces on the spot.

But now, he was able to look at Chen Mo nonchalantly while getting an injection, drink glucose against Laobaigan, one to supplement nutrition to increase physical strength, and one to paralyze the nerves to relieve pain.

Chen Mo lowered his head and was pondering a map. After pondering for a while, he circled a block on the map according to what Song Jian sensed, and asked Song Jian, "Is it here?"

Song Jian thought for a while, took a pen and drew two straight lines on the map, pointed to the first one, and said: "The first time I felt the existence of Shen Hewen, I felt this line," he pointed to Looking at the second one, he said, "This is the second time I had a connection with Shen Hewen. I can't be sure where he is, but I can feel his direction."

Chen Mo looked at the map thoughtfully.

The two lines drawn by Song Jian are crossed, and the cross is just inside the red circle he drew.

Shen Hewen is in these places, not too far away, he must be in these places where Shen Hewen can feel!

Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Jian's perception is not that strong, and most people's perception of direction will be slightly deviated.

But according to this algorithm, as long as Song Jian goes to the next place to feel the position of Shen Hewen, then Shen and Wen must be near the position where the three lines intersect each other.