Pale Silence

Chen Mo tried his best.

In his life, he has always tried his best, but every time, it seems that something is missing, and he can't really get what he wants.

He tried his best to love, but he always missed love.

He tried desperately to kill Shen Hewen, but his success always fell short.

There was still a box of bullets in the gun, but the zombies in front of him were as vast as a barren sea.

Shen Hewen was in a certain room at the end of the corridor, but he was out of sight. The bullets in the gun could not penetrate the wall, and the permeating blue mist could not kill a terrible corpse king without hitting the head. .

Chen Mo began to be in a trance again.

He saw Shen Hewen standing in front of him, very close in front of him, his old palms almost caressing his face.

But he couldn't, he still couldn't.

He could only look at Song Jian, who had turned into a corpse, like a still young child, terrified and helpless.

There was no way out, behind him was a group of hideous corpses.

But the way ahead is still thinking, he can't even die with Shen Hewen.

Song Jian, who had already turned into a corpse, looked at Shen Hewen silently beside him, his gray eyes were lifeless, leaving only an empty shell, looking at him alone, how could he live.

Chen Mo cried, roared, and frantically fired the last bullets: "Song Jian! You bastard!!! You bastard!!! You don't make sense!!! Your words don't count!!!"

He shouldn't blame Song Jian, he knows how unreasonable he is.

But in this doomsday, he lived alone, struggling to live with his soul tense.

Besides Song Jian, who else could he vent so much pain and despair on? Who else could fully accept all his collapse and fragility!

Even if Song Jian has become a corpse now, even if everything is meaningless, and his life is only left with the last second of dying chance, he still relies on Song Jian.

On the roof of the building ten years ago, when the morning sun outlined the tall shadow, Song Jian had already become the light in Chen Mo's heart.

Shen Hewen looked at Song Jian who was sluggish beside him, and Chen Mo who was dying in the distance.

He was finally in a better mood, and said to Song Jian: "Go, go see him off for the last time, or pick him up to go home."

Song Jian obeyed the order, walked out of the room slowly with heavy steps, appeared in the corridor, and appeared in Chen Mo's sight.

Chen Mo pulled the trigger again.

The blue mist and hazy tears blocked his vision, so that he could at least not see Song Jian's current appearance so clearly.

But he saw it.

He saw Song Jian standing blankly at the end of the long corridor, his handsome and cold face showed no expression, only a lifeless look, like a soul that had been dead for many years, faintly reappearing in the world, but he had already forgotten who he was.

Chen Mo choked with despair: "Song Jian..."

But when tears rolled down his cheeks, Chen Mo saw something strange.

Under Song Jian's clothes, there seemed to be something bulging.

Chen Mo was too flustered, he was too flustered when he fled, and he was also too flustered when he went back, he even forgot to check if there was something missing in the backpack that Song Jian left at the same place.

But now, he suddenly remembered.

It's a bomb.

It's not an ordinary bomb, it's a bomb made of concentrated medicine.

This kind of thing exploded with a diameter of 30 meters. The scientific research team tried a one-tenth miniature version, and it was able to completely kill all zombies within a diameter of ten meters in an instant.

The only disadvantage is that it is too heavy and extremely unstable. It cannot be made into a long-range weapon that can be fired at all, and can only be used as a mine.

Both Chen Mo and Xia Kai disliked such tasteless things, but Song Jian carried two such bombs and kept them in his backpack.

Tears welled up in Chen Mo's eyes again, and at this moment, he finally understood Song Jian's intentions.

Song Jian injected himself with the zombie virus to find Shen Hewen, but the induction between zombies is always two-way. He can sense Shen Hewen, and Shen Hewen must also be able to sense his location.

So, from the very beginning... from the very beginning... Song Jian had prepared for the worst.

It would be best if Chen Mo could kill Shen Hewen and he would be safe.

But if...if things go bad, if he mutates, then he will become a walking zombie bomb, coming to Shen Hewen's side, and completely blowing up Shen Hewen's body at close range.

He and Shen Hewen have worked together in Yan's Group for many years, and he knows Shen Hewen's character better than anyone else.

He knew that if he mutated, if he became a zombie, Shen Hewen would definitely let him appear in front of Chen Mo again, forcing Chen Mo to watch his most important people turn into zombies one by one.

He guessed right.

He became a zombie, but he gave Chen Mo an excellent opportunity.

Chen Mo saw Shen Hewen again.

Shen Hewen looked at him with pity in the thick mist.

Chen Mo looked up, and at the end of the corridor was Song Jian's pale face.

Chen Mo smiled with tears in his eyes. He raised the muzzle of his gun and pointed it at Song Jian's chest, letting the zombies around him crazily bite his body.

Shen Hewen said, "Chen Mo, you really look like a child."

Chen Mo said with a hoarse voice in the illusion: "Shen Hewen, you don't know, Song Jian is smarter than me. In terms of mind and tricks, ten of us tied together can't compare to him."

Shen Hewen sensed something was wrong, but before he had time to react, Chen Mo had already aimed at Song Jian's chest and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!!!"

After the gunshot, there were two loud bangs in succession.

The two drug bombs Song Jian hid under his clothes exploded violently.

Under the action of the catalyst, the extremely concentrated drug was like a mushroom cloud of an atomic bomb, spreading crazily in the small building.These drugs are like a kind of radiation aimed at zombies. All the zombies touched have no strength to struggle, and soon fall to the ground and become a corpse.

Shen Hewen didn't expect Song Jian to hide such a weapon of mass destruction on his body. He thought he had seen all the things that human beings who were dying could do.

He thought that if Chen Mo couldn't attack, he couldn't really do any harm to him.

But he didn't expect that Song Jian turned himself into an atomic bomb, allowed himself to be infected, and then was summoned to his side.

The blue mist rushed towards his face, and it was too late for Shen Hewen to avoid it.

The mist ruthlessly eroded into his skin, penetrated into blood vessels and muscles, and brutally wiped out the god cells that he spent his whole life researching.

His new world gradually collapsed in his mind, the thick fog cleared, and his people screamed in a daze, and with the death of their bodies, they disappeared in his world one by one.

Shen Hewen shouted in horror: "No! No! No!!!"

But when the world is collapsing, I never care whether a madman is sad or not.

The virus in Shen Hewen's body became less and less, and those radiation-like drugs ruthlessly eroded his body, making him slowly become a real dead person.

In the end, in his new world, there is only one lonely king left.

Shen Hewen's life has always been accompanied by loneliness.

When he was young, he had a taste of loneliness.

At that time, he was naturally indifferent, cruel and out of gregarious.

He likes to catch some bugs and small animals, then slowly cut them open, and use charcoal to draw the inside of the animals on the slate.

The old city was the most prosperous urban area at that time, and a child like him was always kept at a respectful distance by everyone.

Those pointing eyes piercing from behind made him feel annoyed, and he even wanted to arrest those people, like dissecting a dragonfly, cut off limbs, cut open the stomach, and took out the organs one by one. Was crushed and thrown away.

But when he was young, those cruel thoughts of children would not be realized, they would only torture those weaker than them.

Like a rabbit.

That day, Shen Hewen caught a rabbit and squatted in a deserted alley to disembowel the rabbit.

But as soon as he made a small cut, someone came.

Shen Hewen didn't want to cause trouble, so he threw down the rabbit and climbed up the high wall. Instead of rushing away, he quietly lay on the top of the wall, ready to see clearly who disturbed his research, and write down the hatred when he grows up. Then settle the account.

After a while, a child about his age ran over, looked at the dying rabbit on the ground in horror, turned around and ran back home.

Shen Hewen muttered in a low voice: "Coward."

He jumped off the wall, ready to continue the great work of dissecting the rabbit.

But the kid who ran away just now came back with a medicine box in his hand.

Shen Hewen and the rabbit looked at each other coldly.

The coward was also dumbfounded, and said foolishly: "You...you don't know how to treat rabbits, I will, our family is a medical student..."

So the coward cured the rabbit that had been disemboweled by Shen Hewen in front of Shen Hewen, and took it back to his home to raise it for a while.

Shen Hewen's first impression was not wrong, he was just a coward.

Don't dare to climb walls, dare not climb trees, dare not go to school secretly to attend lectures, dare not do all the things you want to do.

Shen Hewen's personality is exactly the opposite of that of a coward. He must do what he wants to do, no matter how difficult, how bitter, and how unacceptable the world is, he must do it.

"I want to be the master of this world."

When Shen Hewen said so when he was young, everyone treated him as a child messing around, only the coward looked at him worriedly, and persuaded him softly when no one was around: "Isn't it good to have a peaceful and stable life?"

Shen Hewen said stubbornly, "Not good."

So the coward stopped persuading, and said softly, "I made millet porridge, go to my house and have a bowl."

Shen Hewen is unwilling to be mediocre, he seems destined to turn the world upside down, not only has a violent temper, but also has a very smart mind.

A coward has to memorize a week's worth of books, but he can't forget them just by looking at them.

A coward can't solve a problem that he can't solve after thinking hard for half an hour. He only needs to scan it to know the answer.

He is a genius, how can a genius be trapped by a mortal?

Therefore, when the coward inherited the family business and became an ordinary and insignificant local doctor in the old city, Shen Hewen was admitted to the best medical university, and went abroad for further study with a scholarship from the public, where he studied with the best teachers and contacted the best doctors. With the most advanced technology, he stayed for five years. When he returned to his hometown after becoming famous, his coward had already married a wife and had children, and lived a so-called peaceful and stable life.

Shen Hewen was so angry that his fingertips hurt.

But after all, he couldn't take revenge on the coward like killing a rabbit. The coward hugged his child, sat at the door and cooked a pot of millet porridge, looked at him with gentle and calm eyes, and advised him to come and drink a bowl before leaving.

Shen Hewen didn't drink that bowl of millet porridge, and he left without saying a word, to venture into his new world, but to realize his dream.

That went on for many years until they were old.

He was expelled from the school and the research association, and returned to the old city with precious research materials, secretly vowing to start all over again.

The coward has gray hair, but the coward is still the same coward, guarding a small clinic, with millet porridge cooked in the pot, with worry in his gentle and calm eyes, looking at him deeply like that, but never stopping him Do anything.

A coward will always be that coward.

Shen Hewen sneered, looking back at the empty throne and the world where the thick fog was gradually dissipating.

After the coward died, his brain was destroyed by the group of things in the safe zone, and he would never enter his new world again.

But when all the subjects had left and only he was left to die slowly in the new world, he saw his coward again.

The coward was still gentle and calm, looking at him worriedly and helplessly, his eyes were old, but his face was the same as when he was young.

Shen Hewen is dead.

Absolutely dead.

The original virus strain on his body has been completely killed, turning into a real corpse, lying on the ground in embarrassment.

With all his unwillingness and confusion, he died in this old school.