Pale Silence

Chapter 16 Immune Catalysts

The walkie-talkie on Chen Mo's body rang, and it was Song Jian's voice.

Song Jian was a little tired and anxious: "Momo, how are you doing? Don't be afraid, we will have a solution."

Brother Li picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Boss, Chen Mo can't speak now, just in case."

Song Jian was angry: "Old Li!"

Brother Li said: "If Chen Mo mutates now, all the people in this car will be buried with him!"

Song Jian was silent for a long time, and said, "How is his condition now?"

Brother Li said: "He fell asleep, he lost too much blood and his body temperature was low. I gave him glucose."

Song Jian supported the steering wheel, and asked wearily: "Yes..." The question was so difficult that Song Jianya was trembling, "Is there any sign of mutation?"

Brother Li said, "Not yet."

Song Jian exhaled slowly, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed to the base quickly, saying on the intercom: "Hurry up, everyone!"

Yan Ruoming sat in the back row, ignoring his injured leg, hurriedly checking the samples brought out from the experiment: "Zeyu, did you bring out the samples from the kNO.17 petri dish?"

Su Zeyu was so frightened by the crowd of corpses that he still hadn't recovered his strength, so he searched together with Yan Ruoming: "I, I, I... I don't remember... Dr. Yan, I, I, I... I have brought everything I can... ..."

Yan Ruoming said: "Chen Mo hasn't had a mutation reaction since he was bitten, which means that he is probably born with a little resistance to the zombie virus. Just...just add a little catalyst, just a little catalyst!"

Hearing this, Song Jian hurriedly asked, "Can you save Chen Mo?"

Yan Ruoming raised his head, and the gentle and gentle eyes behind the thin-rimmed glasses flashed a light like a shipwreck: "I don't know if I can save him, but he has no choice. Either he dies like this, or let me try to save him." save him."

Song Jian took a deep breath, lit a cigarette tremblingly, and said in a low voice, "I'll tell Chen Mo and let him decide for himself."

Three cars were on their way home.

Some people are worried, some people want to prevent problems before they happen, and everyone is thinking about their own calculations.

In the end of the world, too many people died of being bitten by zombies, and everyone didn't feel so much to grieve for others.

Chen Mo didn't know these things. He was firmly tied to the car seat in the back, and fell asleep drowsily with a bottle on his head.

He sank into those absurd and tender dreams again.

The sunset in my dream is a warm yellow, softly reflecting the small river in front of my house.

The little Chen Mo was squatting by the river, playing with the small fish, shrimps and crabs at the bottom of the water with a branch.

It was as if the end of the world never came, and he had to go to school tomorrow, and life was still so boring that it made people drowsy.

Have you finished your homework?

What's the first class tomorrow?

Little Chen Mo used to hate those things that would never change day after day, and yearned for the stories in the adventure animations dejectedly.

Carrying a gun, driving a car, howling against the strong wind in the setting sun, and fighting to the death with the enemies on the ruins.

Children are always like this, sitting in the warm sunshine drinking Coke, but desperately longing for a turbulent future.

On the second day when the zombies broke out, Chen Mo lay at the window, quietly opened the curtains a small crack, and carefully observed the downstairs.

The street was quiet, only bloodstains and crashed cars overlapped everything, silently telling the doomsday of last night.

Father walked behind Chen Mo, smoking a cigarette wearily: "What did you see?"

Chen Mo shook his head, lowered the curtains, and said, "The phone has no signal."

Father said: "Stay at home for a few days and don't go out."

Chen Mo said softly: "If something really happens, we should prepare a lot of water and food at home."

His father patted him on the shoulder and said, "Momo, safety first, let's try not to go out, understand?"

Chen Mo nodded.

He has always been a very obedient child.

Chen Mo thought, they should stay in that house forever, the family get together, live together and die together, so that he won't be left alone in the last days, fearful and desperate, not knowing where to put himself soul.

The car slammed to the brakes, and the people around him shouted and lifted him out of the car seat, tied him to a stretcher, and swayed against the dazzling sunlight.

Chen Mo heard Song Jian's voice.

Song Jian shouted eagerly: "Momo! Momo! Chen Mo, open your eyes, Chen Mo, look at me!!!"

Chen Mo thought, Song Jian cared about him.

Song Jian will worry about him, feel sad for him, teach him how to shoot a gun pamperingly, and try his best to satisfy all his wishes in such an end of the world when supplies are scarce, and give him all the precious milk to drink.

But... not enough...

Tears slowly overflowed from the corners of Chen Mo's eyes and melted silently in the sunlight.

Song Jian's tenderness and love for him are true, but they can't compare to Yan Ruoming...but it's also true...

When Song Jian is in danger, he will block him behind without hesitation, but when Yan Ruoming is in danger, Song Jian will also abandon him without hesitation.

The most ridiculous sadness in the world is like this. He is already the person who loves you the most in the world, but the person he loves the most is not you.

Chen Mo closed his eyes, not wanting others to see his hypocritical and painful appearance.

No one will feel wronged for him, no one can empathize with his despair.

Song Jian... Song Jian went back to save him after all.

What more could he ask for?

What reason does he have to cry and make a scene here?

Yan Ruoming is the most important thing. The zombie vaccine is everyone's hope for the future, and they will first choose to let Yan Ruoming live.

Chen Mo was tied to a single bed in an empty room.

With hands and feet stuck to the bedposts, someone finally tore the tape off his mouth.

Song Jian asked: "How is he?"

Chen Mo thought, Song Jian was really worried about him... very worried about him...

It seems that nothing happened to Yan Ruoming.

If Yan Ruoming was also in danger, Song Jian would definitely not take care of him.

Chen Mo opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at the illusory figures beside the bed, and whispered: "Have I mutated..."

Brother Li said, "No, but you have lost too much blood and still have a fever."

Chen Mo gave a soft "hmm".

He knew he couldn't last long.

The zombie virus is in his body, he can feel it.

It won't be long before he becomes that kind of monster that loses consciousness and only bites its prey instinctively. It is useless to cut off the wound, and his sister has already proved in front of him that it is useless.

He didn't want to become like that, but he couldn't bear this moment as a living person.

He wanted to live another second, he wanted to think about the man who kept him where he was.

Chen Mo struggled to focus his eyes, looking for Song Jian's face in the crowd.

Song Jian sat on the edge of the bed and smoked a cigarette. The ash fell on Chen Mo's arm, causing a burning pain.

Chen Mo murmured in a low voice: "Song Jian..."

His voice was weak and hoarse, his delicate and delicate face was pale and yellowed, he seemed to have died, leaving only a ray of unwilling ghost, holding on to the last ray of light in the world,

Song Jian said, "Momo, I won't let you die."

The hopeless grievances in Chen Mo's heart disappeared once again in this gentle and firm "I won't let you die".

He couldn't hate Song Jian...

It's not that this man doesn't love him, it's just...it's just that he doesn't love him enough, not enough...that's all...

But how could he force Song Jian to give him such desperate love?

This is the ruins of the end of the world, and everyone is just dying.

Chen Mo was so tired, his hands were tied to the bedside, and he couldn't hold Song Jian's hand.

He desperately wanted to draw life and warmth from the man, but what fell on the back of his hand was only hot ash.

Chen Mo said softly: "Song Jian...I don't blame you...but in the future...can you...don't abandon me..."

The trembling pain in the heart, and the unspeakable choking in the throat.

For the first time in Chen Mo's life, he took the initiative to be so humble.

I don't care who you love more, I don't care if you care about my emotions.

Just... just please...

don't leave me again...

What a pain.

He was about to die, but he threw away his self-esteem impatiently, begging the man to take a look at him.

But he was really going to die, turned into an ugly and smelly corpse, his head was mercilessly broken, and his chest was pierced.

Chen Mo fell asleep again.

In the crude laboratory, Yan Ruoming was still nervously observing the reaction of the virus in the experimental dish.

Song Jian rushed in with a cigarette in his mouth and asked, "How's it going?"

Yan Ruoming was silent for a while, and said, "Chen Mo's blood...has a certain resistance to the zombie virus, but this ability is very weak. When the zombie virus multiplies to a certain stage, it will completely change the structure of his blood cells. "

Song Jian said: "In other words, Momo will still die?"

Yan Ruoming said, "I added a little immunocatalyst drug, you see."

Song Jian leaned over and looked at the wriggling dots under the microscope.

"I don't understand," he said.

Yan Ruoming laughed softly: "The immune catalyst can speed up the production of antibodies, just like... when the two armies are fighting, the immune catalyst can split and replicate our soldiers to increase combat effectiveness. The division speed of the zombie virus is very fast , the body’s immune system simply doesn’t have time to respond.”

Song Jian took a deep breath and said, "Have you tried this method before?"

Yan Ruoming smiled wryly and shook his head: "I've never seen a person with autoimmunity like Chen Mo. Most people start to mutate before they have time to produce antibodies after being bitten." He paused and said , "We are not lunatics, and we cannot use intact people for gradual infection experiments."

Song Jian was silent for a while, and said, "Then this time, is it saving people or doing experiments?"

Yan Ruoming pushed his glasses and said without hesitation: "Song Jian, I don't want to lie to you about this kind of thing. Only my experiment can save him, and he is my only chance to save the whole world. You will always Everyone will support me, right?"

Song Jian smoked quietly, feeling complicated.

Li Ge said that Chen Mo is in good condition, his blood is normal, his blood pressure is normal, his heartbeat and iris are all normal.

The wound was inflamed and swollen normally, and the body was running a low-grade fever normally.

Everything...everything is just like a normal injury

Song Jian said: "Immune catalyst, will there be any side effects?"

Yan Ruoming took a deep breath and said, "He will be in pain."