Pale Silence

Chapter 21 Running away from home

Song Jian said, "Why are you asking this?"

Wu Yuesheng hesitated for a long time, and said in a low voice, "Everyone is asking... Dr. Yan has not been in the laboratory for several days, and he is afraid of being blocked and asked if he has developed a vaccine."

Song Jian remembered Chen Mo's situation, and said a little irritably, "No."

Wu Yuesheng was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "Boss, I... I don't have to say that, but everyone cares about Chen Mo's affairs very much, they all think... they all think that Dr. Vaccine's..."

Song Jian looked at the flowers in his arms, and an inexplicable anxiety and irritability surged in his heart.

He should have noticed the change in the base long ago.

Ever since Chen Mo came back from the laboratory alive, an atmosphere of frenzy and joy gradually permeated the base. Everyone was eagerly looking forward to the results of Yan Ruoming's experiment, and everyone was anxiously waiting for the zombie vaccine to appear.

Song Jian sent Wu Yuesheng away, opened the door and walked in.

Chen Mo was still lying on the bed, half asleep and half awake, wondering what he was thinking.

Song Jian planted the flowers in a flower pot on the window sill, and helped Chen Mo up: "Momo, can you hear me?"

Chen Mo blinked and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Song Jian said: "When you recover a little, I'll take you out to get some fresh air."

Chen Mo curled up in a ball on the bed. He reacted a little slowly. He was dazed for a long time before he heard Song Jian's voice. He slowly raised his head and looked at Song Jian's handsome face: "Song Jian..."

Song Jian patted Chen Mo's head.

How painful the immune catalyst was, it made his cute and innocent little tail hurt into this dazed look.

Chen Mo lowered his head in Song Jian's arms and whispered, "I want to drink milk..."

Song Jian said, "Okay."

Chen Mo looked out of the window, and countless familiar and unfamiliar people passed by his window intentionally or unintentionally, carefully spying on his life with some indescribable hesitation and hope.

Chen Mo heard Wu Yuesheng's words.

His reaction became very slow, but he could hear it, but he had to think slowly for a long time before he could understand what others wanted to say.

He was the only survivor after being bitten by the zombies. Whether it was because of his special physique or because Yan Ruoming's treatment had worked, in the eyes of others, he had become the only hope for fighting the zombie virus.

No one cares whether he is in pain, no one cares whether he is willing or not.

The survivors who are struggling to live on the verge of life and death will never let go of any possibility of survival.

Yan Ruoming said that he had no choice but to be a hero who repairs the sky and saves the world, or to be a sacrifice offered to the new god by the survivors.

When he came back from the lab alive, everything was doomed.

Now, Song Jian felt guilty for him, cared for him, and controlled the situation for him, so that he would not be bound to the altar by fanatical believers.

But how long can this peace last?

The zombies are mutating, and the situation of the survivors is becoming more and more dangerous day by day. When the guilt in Song Jian's heart dissipates, and only reason and responsibility are left, will he... send him to the altar with his own hands...

The kitchen brought hot milk over, and Song Jian held a big cup and slowly fed it to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo is still often in a trance. He is clearly sitting here, but his thoughts have drifted far, far away.

He should leave here, go somewhere no one knows, and live or die alone.

Chen Mo is not good at saying goodbye.

On a day when Song Jian was not around, Chen Mo packed his things.

He has very few things, only an old schoolbag, two sets of clothes found on the road, and some canned food and compressed biscuits.

Chen Moan quietly tidied up the clothes in the room for Song Jian for the last time. All the bullets were put back into the bullet box. The ak that Song Jian gave him was lying quietly on the table. Chen Mo carefully wiped every bullet with a handkerchief. Component.

He habitually cleaned up all traces of himself when he left, as if in this way he would no longer miss the past.

Chen Mo staggered out of the room with his schoolbag on his back, the pain from the treatment was still faintly lingering in his flesh, and every step he took was awkward and difficult.

With his head down, Chen Mo silently walked out of the campus, walked through the vegetable garden, and walked to the gate without greeting or saying goodbye to anyone.

When the guard saw him, he was taken aback for a moment, then stuck his head out and said, "Chen Mo, you want to go out?"

Chen Mo lowered his head and whispered, "Hmm..."

The guard hesitated for a moment, and instead of opening the door for Chen Mo, he cautiously asked, "Where are you going? Are you in good health?"

Chen Mo did not doubt that he was there, and replied in a low voice: "It's almost done, I want to go out for a walk, and I will cause trouble for everyone during this time."

The guard asked, "Are you going out alone?"

Chen Mo said, "Well, please open the door for me."

The guard hesitated for a while and said, "Wait a minute."

With that said, the doorman closed the window, picked up the walkie-talkie and started talking.

Chen Mo stood at the door, kicking the small stones on the ground with his toes, in a daze.

When he came here for the first time, Chen Mo felt that this place was as tall as a castle, always solid, reliable and indestructible, just like Song Jian's embrace, which made him feel warm and safe.

But in the end, he still had to leave alone.

His sister's chocolate slowly melted in his pocket, and the sticky sweetness became thinner and thinner. He could hardly remember his sister's smile.

Chen Mo squatted in the corner and waited for the guard to open the door for him. He took out the piece of melted chocolate, peeled off the candy wrapper, and slowly ate the remaining sweetness.

My sister is very small, very small.

When the zombies broke out, his sister was still in kindergarten.

That day, the kindergarten teacher rewarded her with a little red flower, and the child happily pinned it to her chest, waiting for her brother to return home to give it to her brother.

When Chen Mo rode his bicycle through the screaming crowd and crazy zombies and returned home, the kid who knew nothing joyfully ran over and hugged his thigh and was about to climb up. The older brother showed off his little red flower.

The mobile phone has no signal, and there are only snowflakes and garbled characters on the TV.

It turns out that there is no countdown to the end of the world, and human beings are more fragile than nature imagined.

There is no cause, no sign, and no one knows the cause of the disaster.

From that moment on, they had fallen into a panic of bewilderment.

The younger sister was too young, so all the curtains in the house were drawn, and the mother lied to the younger sister that the school was on holiday, and she could play hide-and-seek with her elder brother at home.

The younger sister tilted her head childishly, with two small claws dangling in the sky on top of her head. She is so small and clean, and no one wants her to know what is going on in this world.

Chen Mo had melted chocolate in his mouth, and tears slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes.

The guard sneaked a peek at Chen Mo who was squatting outside, while talking to Zhao Yan who was on duty at the generator: "Brother Zhao, what should we do? Do you want to notify the boss?"

Zhao Yan hid in the corner and said in a low voice: "Notify me! I've asked about it. Dr. Yan wanted to do experiments, but the boss refused to let him die. That's why he delayed the vaccine."

The doorman said, "Then what shall we do?"

Zhao Yan raised his head, and several brothers who were on duty at the power station all leaned over and asked Zhao Yan what was wrong with their eyes.

Zhao Yan took a deep breath and said to his brothers, "Chen Mo is leaving, what should we do?"

Chen Mo squatted in the corner and obediently waited for the guard to open the door. When his legs were numb, the guard poked his head out: "Chen Mo, it's not safe outside, come back early."

Chen Mo said softly, "Uncle, I won't be coming back."

He hesitated for a while, took out a piece of candy from his pocket, and put it on the doorman's window: "Uncle, goodbye."

The guard's face froze for a moment, complex guilt flashed quickly in his eyes, and he pressed the switch to open the door.

Chen Mo was carrying a schoolbag and a simple weapon, just like when he came here, walking alone into the chaotic world and the dim sunset.

The guard looked at the piece of candy on the window sill, and couldn't bear it. He climbed up the city wall involuntarily, and watched the thin and small boy walk towards the ruins of the end of the world alone.

The intercom at the waist rang, and it was Song Jian's voice: "Everyone pay attention, who saw Chen Mo?"

The guard panicked and hurriedly climbed down from the high wall and ran into the guard's duty room.

He took a deep breath, tried his best to cover up his guilt, and said calmly, "Boss, Chen Mo is out."

Song Jian said, "When?"

The guard looked up at the monitor screen and said, "Just now."

All the entrances and exits of the base are monitored. Only by letting Chen Mo go out by himself, can they secretly tie up Chen Mo without telling Song Jian, and leave this precious live vaccine by any means.

They don't want to die.

No one who has lived in this world until now wants to die.

Zhao Yan drove the car far behind Chen Mo, patiently waiting for Chen Mo to move away from the base before doing anything.

He didn't want to hurt Chen Mo.

At least, if Chen Mo wasn't the only one who survived the zombie virus, he would never choose to hurt Chen Mo.

But he couldn't.

Everyone in the base is like him, they don't hate Chen Mo, or are crazy.

They just want to live, even if the hope of life requires an innocent child as a sacrifice, they will only mourn for Chen Mo from the bottom of their hearts for a moment when they send Chen Mo to the altar, and will praise the boy as a child to future generations. What a selfless and fearless hero.

Zhao Yan brought two brothers out together.

Although the guard said that Chen Mo didn't take his gun away, but after seeing Chen Mo sweeping thousands of troops, Zhao Yan still felt that it was better to be cautious.

Chen Mo walked alone on the deserted road, and after following Song Jian out several times to search for supplies, he was already very familiar with the terrain, skillfully avoided places where zombies wandered, and found a gas station.

There were two cars parked at the gas station, and the vending machine had been smashed open. The food and drinks inside were scattered all over the place, and the packaging was still stained with blood.

Chen Mo squatted down, took a few bottles of mineral water and some biscuits, stuffed them into his schoolbag, and then slowly approached the duty room of the gas station employees with a simple homemade spear.

Looking at the thin and small shadow, Zhao Yan took a deep breath somewhat uncomfortable.

The brother on the co-pilot said to himself: "How did this little thing survive the apocalypse by itself? Just walking around in this kind of place with a broken stick?"

Zhao Yan murmured: "Unfortunately, human hearts are much scarier than zombies."