Pale Silence

Chapter 22

Chen Mo cautiously approached the duty room, leaned against the wall, and slowly knocked on the glass from one corner.

It was quiet inside, and no movement could be heard.

Chen Mo tapped on the glass window lightly again.

The sound of heavy footsteps sounded slowly, and some zombies were attracted by the sound, shaking their decayed faces in a daze, and stuck their heads out of the broken glass.

Chen Mo calmly raised the wooden stick tied with a fruit knife, and pierced the zombie's head with one knife.

After observing for a while, after making sure that there were no other zombies in the room, Chen Mo opened the door and walked into the duty room of the gas station.

In the car not far from the gas station, the co-pilot asked Zhao Yan: "Brother Zhao, let's do it."

Zhao Yan said: "Wait a little longer, wait until it gets darker. After dark, he won't dare to run into the woods anymore. It's easier for us to do it."

The man said: "Why bother, Brother Zhao, I will approach him quietly, break his leg with one shot, and then we will take him away."

Zhao Yan's face darkened: "What are you talking about! We are taking Chen Mo back, not killing him!"

The man was scolded by Zhao Yan, and shut up resentfully, but his hand had already started to load the gun.

Looking at the small house, Zhao Yan couldn't help but recall the image he had just seen Chen Mo in his mind.

Chen Mo back then... seemed to be no different from now.

When they went out to search for supplies, Song Jian would always go to the most dangerous places in person and leave him to drive to pick them up.

That day, Zhao Yan was waiting bored in the safety zone, when he suddenly heard Song Jian's low laughing voice from the walkie-talkie.

Zhao Yan asked suspiciously: "Boss, did something good happen to you?"

Song Jian reloaded the bullet leisurely: "It was fun to meet a child, but he jumped up and down the top floor with a zombie ass."

Zhao Yan also wanted to laugh: "Boss, time is running out, you should withdraw as soon as possible."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Song Jian mumbled, "Well, I'll get out after saving this little thing."

Zhao Yan said: "Boss, we can only save people when we are safe enough. This is the rule you set."

Song Jian said: "I know."

After a while of silence, Song Jian whispered, "Zhao Yan, he looks a bit like Yan Ruoming."

Zhao Yan knew what Yan Ruoming meant to Song Jian.

At that time, both Zhao Yan and Song Jian worked as bodyguards in the Yan family. He knew what the young master looked like, and he also knew who the young master Yan died for.

Zhao Yan waited for a while at the appointed place. The skinny little boy got into his car with a dirty cat face. Even though his delicate little face was covered with dust, he could still see the handsomeness in his muscles and bones. appearance.

Very similar.

Much like Yan Ruoming.

The boy didn't know anything about his identity as a stand-in, and followed Song Jian obediently, washing clothes for Song Jian, cleaning the sanitation, wiping the gun barrel and the weapon blade, just like Song Jian's little wife, so obedient that people couldn't bear it.

Zhao Yan lowered the car window a little so that he could see the movements in the duty room of the gas station more clearly.

It seems that Chen Mo plans to spend the night here, and is moving out all the tables, chairs and benches in the house, and setting up a simple fence around the perimeter.

Chen Mo was already very familiar with the living habits of zombies, so he opened the fuel nozzle and sprayed gasoline around.

The person who came with him asked Zhao Yan: "Brother Zhao, what is he doing?"

Zhao Yan said: "Cover up your smell and set up traps."

The two people in the car raised their binoculars and looked over suspiciously.

Zhao Yan said: "He made a mechanism. Look at the corner of the table. There is a lighter under the corner of the table. Once someone or someone touches this place, the corner of the table will fall and press the switch of the lighter, and the gasoline ring will burn. Get up. And in a place like this, shooting is killing you."

The people in the back row were shocked: "Is this little thing crazy?"

Zhao Yan didn't know how to describe Chen Mo's actions.

Chen Mo...is a child after all.

As the sky gradually darkened, Zhao Yan said, "Go, put down all the guns, and only use cold weapons."

Chen Mo sat in the small duty room.

There is also a lot of food here, boxes of instant noodles and ham sausages in the warehouse, people on duty often eat these things.

But Chen Mo carefully chose what to take away.

Compressed bread, instant noodles in bags, instant rice, and several bottles of vitamins and calcium tablets in the desk of the duty officer.

He can't stay here, it's too close to the base.

Chen Mo recalled in his mind the map he had seen in Song Jian's room, outlining the city bit by bit.

He can't be here, but he doesn't know where else he can go.

He was back to the days of running away alone, with no future and nowhere to turn back.

Just keep running, running, running.

The gray sunset was slowly setting, and Chen Mo stayed alone in the silent darkness.

He has lived in the base for a long time.

When he lived in the base, he could sleep with peace of mind. He could sleep in a big warm bed, and he could keep his weapons in the cabinet in the corner. He didn't even need to open the cabinet if he didn't go out.

But now he is alone, guarding a dilapidated shelter, daring not to close his eyes all night long.

Chen Mo hugged his crude spear, lying on the window and looking into the distance by the dim moonlight.

In Ying Ying Zhuo's woods, there seemed to be a flash of a car light.

Chen Mo opened his eyes wide vigilantly, staring at the forest.

In the woods, the figures of several tall adult men stepped out.

Is it a zombie?

Chen Mo reinforced the door of the duty room again, dragged the heavy desk to the door with his slender wrists, stood on the desk, and looked out from the small window at the top of the door.

Three men strode across the deserted road, skirting parked cars, and headed straight for the gas station.

Chen Mo was shocked.

No... not zombies...

Those three people couldn't see clearly in the dark night, but they could see that each of them was holding an ax and a rope in their hands, and it was not good to come aggressively.

It was clearly aimed at him.

Chen Mo jumped off his desk, trying to open the window at the back of the gas station and escape into the woods.

But the pitch-black forest farm is like a gigantic beast, and hordes of zombies will devour him in the darkness at any moment.

Chen Mo climbed onto the desk again, and the three men had already crossed the road and carefully arrived in front of the gas station, only a dozen meters away from him.

The men seemed to have also seen the tables and chairs he had piled up around the duty room, and their movements became more cautious, wearing night vision goggles to carefully check the gasoline and objects on the ground.

Chen Mo tensed his nerves.

Who are these people?

If he was also a passing fugitive, why did he prepare an ax and a rope, and why did he come towards him without hesitation?

The intruders carefully bypassed the traps he had set up, and through the dark night, Chen Mo could clearly see the face of one of them.

Zhao Yan...

The one who has been following Song Jian, Zhao Yan.

Chen Mo stood on the desk blankly, his brain seemed to be knocked out by something, which made him unable to sort out his thoughts and figure out the cause and effect.

He didn't want to be a sacrifice, and he didn't want to embarrass Song Jian.

So he chose to leave and go to a place where no one knew him, even if he was destined to wander alone to death.

But...but he didn't expect that Song Jian would send someone to arrest him.

Isn't he human?

Could it be that he has no joys, sorrows, sorrows, or joys, and because he has not died, must he become a test subject to be sacrificed to the new world?

Song Jian's love for him is too light and thin, it can't compare to the guilt towards Yan Ruoming, and it can't compare to the future of mankind.

But Chen Mo felt that at least... at least... Song Jian could give him the most basic respect. In this chaotic and desolate world, Song Jian at least regarded him as a living person.

Why……

Why hunt him down like a beast, with an ax and a rope?

He didn't betray, didn't have a bad heart, and didn't feel sorry for anyone.

He just doesn't want any more pain.

Why...why no one is willing to let him go...

Chen Mo was in pain on Yan Ruoming's laboratory bench for a long time, the pain was so painful that he had lost the logic and reaction of a normal person.

He stared blankly at the three people who were getting closer and closer, until Zhao Yan walked to the door and kicked it hard.

When Song Jian heard that Chen Mo had left the base, Song Jian didn't think much about it.

Chen Mo left by himself, and only brought very little luggage.

Song Jian promised Chen Mo that when Chen Mo got better, he would take him out to relax, and Chen Mo obediently agreed.

Song Jian knew that Chen Mo was a very good boy, as long as he heard his words, he would not disobey him again.

It was still daylight when Chen Mo left, and the sun was very good that day. Song Jian went to patrol the woods behind the base, intending to catch two living zombies for Yan Ruoming's research.

But Song Jian didn't see Chen Mo come back until dark.

Song Jian sensed that something was wrong, he went to the guard to check the surveillance, and it was true that Chen Mo left alone.

When Chen Mo left, he spoke to the guard politely, squatted in the corner and waited for a long time, and gave the guard a piece of candy before leaving.

Sugar is a very precious material in this world, and all the candies found in the search must be distributed by Song Jian himself.

Chen Mo is a child and likes to eat candy, so almost all of Song Jian's candy was fed into Chen Mo's soft mouth.

Seeing that piece of candy, Song Jian suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Chen Mo's gaze in the surveillance was calm and obedient. He left the candy on the doorman's window, and his big eyes seemed to be silently saying goodbye.

Song Jian became anxious, picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Zhao Yan? Where's Zhao Yan? Take two people out with me!"

On the generator side, Wu Yuesheng replied weakly: "Boss, Zhao...Brother Zhao has gone out..."

Song Jian didn't have time to scold Zhao Yan for acting without authorization, he rushed back to the parking lot and picked a car at random, drove out of the base, and rushed in the direction Chen Mo left.

At this time, it was completely dark.

Voices came and went from the intercom.

Wu Yuesheng, Li Ge, Yan Ruoming...

Everyone was calling for him to come back and not to act without authorization.

But Song Jian drove into the night without looking back.

In the gas station, Zhao Yan kicked the door but didn't open it, and hurriedly became vigilant: "You two go to guard the window at the back, remember, Chen Mo's ability to survive is very strong, you must be careful!"

The two came to the back window, leaned on the window and looked at the dark room, trying to see the slender and silent boy clearly in the darkness.