Pale Silence

Chapter 26

Song Jian's injury is getting better gradually, at least it won't make him grinning day and night in pain.

Chen Mo always stays by his side obediently, he doesn't like to talk, but his attached eyes will always remain on his face.

Song Jian didn't understand why he didn't love this child better, the way Chen Mo looked at him clearly regarded him as the whole world.

Song Jian raised his hand to pinch Chen Mo's small face, gently rubbing the newly grown flesh.

The long-term homeless life made Chen Mo thin like a little monkey. After living with the old man for a while, he finally grew a little flesh, and his eyes became much brighter.

Such Chen Mo no longer looked like Yan Ruoming.

Song Jian took a deep breath to let himself stop thinking about Yan Ruoming.

Yan Ruoming saved his life, and he gave Yan Ruoming a solid and rich fortress.

All the favors that should be returned have been repaid, and thinking about it again, it is not appropriate.

Chen Mo lay on the bedside, obediently letting him pinch his face and blink his star-like eyes.

Song Jian sighed lightly, he wanted to smoke a little bit.

But when he ran to find Chen Mo, he didn't bring anything with him, and the only half pack of cigarettes left in his pocket had already been exhausted due to the pain of the injury.

Chen Mo blinked and asked softly, "What's the matter?"

Song Jian said: "It's okay, it's just that quitting smoking is a bit uncomfortable."

Chen Mo said solemnly: "Smoking is not good..."

Song Jian smiled: "I know, don't talk about smoking, can you help me see how the injury on my back is doing? I'm a little itchy."

Chen Mo carefully removed the gauze on Song Jian's back. Those burns and scratches had slowly begun to heal. Pink tender flesh and hideous scars were interlaced and distributed on Song Jian's broad back.

Chen Mo's eyes were red with distress.

Song Jian didn't have a cigarette, so uncomfortable that his teeth itched, he asked Chen Mo, "How is it?"

Chen Mo whispered aggrievedly: "There will be a lot of scars..."

Song Jian chuckled, raised his hand to hug the little thing who was so distressed by him, and stroked Chen Mo's slender eyebrows and upturned nose with his rough fingers.

Chen Mo blushed, and his eyes widened nervously.

Song Jian lowered his head and kissed Chen Mo's soft lips.

Chen Mo whimpered and struggled: "Grandpa will come in..."

Song Jian whispered vaguely: "I don't even have a cigarette, why don't you let me kiss?"

Chen Mo blushed, his eyelashes trembled and he closed his eyes.

The old man never asked what was the relationship between the two of them.

There are many people who walk together in this world, and everyone tacitly refrains from inquiring about each other's unspeakable stories.

The old man knocked on the door: "It's time to eat."

The old man's work and rest life is very regular. Even in such a chaotic world, he still has three meals a day with porridge and side dishes, and goes to bed early and wakes up early to practice Tai Chi.

On the window sill are vegetables grown in pots by the old man himself, and some corn is planted in a small room with better sunlight.

The crops grown indoors and in pots are not growing well, so the old man eats very frugally.

Over the years, the old man has slowly survived like this.

Chen Mo was very grateful to the old man. Either he suggested going to the school to find the old man's grandson, or he planned to search the street to help the old man bring more supplies back.

Song Jian had other ideas.

If he and Chen Mo can't stay here forever, and the old man refuses to go with them, then he and Chen Mo will help the old man think of a longer-term solution.

And if he and Chen Mo settled down here, they would need more food.

The wound didn't hurt so much these days, so Song Jian got up from the bed, wandered around the small clinic to check the terrain, and tried.

He has been running that base for three years, and he understands very well what is most needed for a long-term and comfortable residence.

Although the front of this small clinic is small, it is very long inside, with three or four rooms.

Behind it is a large yard, where two small excavators are parked empty, and some building materials such as reinforced stone bricks are piled up.

There are many yards like this in the old city. The flattened soil is surrounded by shops and residential areas. It was used to dry grain a long time ago, and was later bought by builders to store machinery and equipment.

If this large site can be cleared, there will be a larger outdoor space to grow crops, and even raise some chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs.

However, there are houses all around the site, and they need to clean up one by one and lock all the outer doors before they can start living with peace of mind.

After living in this small clinic for more than a month, Song Jian proposed to clean up the soil field.

Chen Mo would never refute him, he just wanted to see what the old man thought.

The old man was silent for a while, and said: "You are all very powerful people, I can tell. Go, be safe, and I will make dinner for you."

Chen Mo's legs were still a little uncomfortable when he walked, but he couldn't stay idle anymore, and ran out following Song Jian, holding his crude spear.

Song Jian's clothes were already rotten in the explosion. The old man gave him an old man's shirt, and he had to put it on. His muscles almost stretched the old man's shirt into tights, which made Chen Mo very happy.

Song Jian led Chen Mo out of the small clinic, their car was still parked outside.

Opening the car door, Song Jian habitually carried Chen Mo into the car and said, "Your gun is in the back seat."

Chen Mo's eyes lit up immediately, he threw the crude spear and climbed onto the back seat, hugging the ak into his arms with cheers: "You took it too!"

Song Jian was silent for a while, and said: "Be careful when using it, this time there are no big bags of bullets for you to play with?"

Chen Mo hugged AK's cold and heavy body tightly, and kissed carefully.

Every time he got the gun, Chen Mo was as happy as a child, making Song Jian look at it with unspeakable joy.

Chen Mo sat on the back seat, counting the bullets one by one.

Song Jian drove the car with a low smile: "Is this how you live?"

Chen Mo's little face suddenly blushed uncontrollably.

Song Jian joked that the two people were like an old married couple. The husband said that the family's savings were running out, and the wife carefully found out all the passbooks and calculated the days to come one by one.

There is no end to the world in this car, and the tenderness of intimacy echoes in the small space.

Chen Mo huddled into a small ball on the rear seat, blushing and put the bullet back.

Song Jian drove the car to a supermarket.

The door of the supermarket was open, and the shelves inside were smashed to pieces, and it was so dark that it was impossible to see what was inside.

Song Jian chooses this place as the first goal, one is to replenish some food, and the other is that this place looks the most dangerous, perhaps a small group of corpses are gathered here.

Things would get even more troublesome if the corpses were alarmed by starting elsewhere.

The two got out of the car.

Song Jian walked in front, holding a gun and a knife, he slowly approached the door of the supermarket, and knocked on the door of the supermarket with the handle of the knife.

Nothing happened inside.

Chen Mo poked his head from behind Song Jian, looked at the dark supermarket, and frowned thoughtfully.

The inside of this supermarket is very deep, and it is pitch black due to the power outage. People can only see the places closest to the door.

Song Jian turned around and kissed Chen Mo on the face, and said, "Remember to get me a box of cigarettes later."

With that said, he quietly walked into the gate of the supermarket.

The shelves were knocked down, and some of the goods scattered on the ground were still stained with blood.

Chen Mo walked behind Song Jian, tensing his nerves vigilantly.

He didn't believe it was safe here, and the atmosphere of danger filled every inch of the air in this supermarket.

The place where you enter the door is the snack area. The biscuits, candies and chocolates are all crushed under your feet, and Chen Mo's young heart hurts a little.

Suddenly, the back of my head went cold.

Chen Mo was so excited that he almost turned around and shot, but saw Song Jian smilingly took a bag of milk to him: "It's expired, let's drink some."

Chen Mo bit the corner of the bag of milk angrily, and continued to look around vigilantly while sucking.

Song Jian frowned slightly: "Strange..."

Chen Mo asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Song Jian fiddled with the potato chips on the shelf with the muzzle of his gun, and said, "This is the body fluid of a zombie, and it's still very viscous. It's been left here for up to two hours. Why is it so quiet here?"

Chen Mo's heart was a little hairy. He and Song Jian searched the shelves one by one. From the snack area to the drink area, they found the fresh food area, but they couldn't see any zombies. There were a lot of corpse liquid on the shelves, which were smelly and sticky. , apparently not from long ago.

Chen Mo clenched his gun and stood back to back with Song Jian.

"Tick."

In the silent darkness, there was the sound of liquid dripping.

Song Jian became uneasy, he said: "Momo, get out."

Holding the gun in his hand, Chen Mo said stubbornly, "I'll cut off the queen."

Song Jian said: "Get out!"

A drop of sticky and foul-smelling corpse fluid fell on Chen Mo's face.

Chen Mo raised his head subconsciously.

On the iron shelf on the roof of the supermarket, a zombie with a strange shape lay on it like a spider with its limbs spread out. Its skinny body was already shaped like a skeleton, its lips were so rotten that it almost disappeared, revealing two rows of strangely long fangs.

There was a "boom" in Chen Mo's mind, and the distant fear once again occupied his heart.

The spider zombie's eyes showed blood, and he opened his mouth, and the stench of corpse fluid fell again.

In great panic, Chen Mo raised his gun and fired.

The spider zombie screamed and dodged quickly, jumped off the roof and rushed towards Chen Mo.

Before Song Jian could see what it was, he hurriedly swung his knife to block Chen Mo.

The spider zombie bit Song Jian's knife, and the blade cut open its cheek. The bloody mouth opened wider, roaring, trying to bite Chen Mo's fair throat.

Chen Mo took the opportunity to stuff the barrel of the gun into the mouth of the spider zombie, and fired several times.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

After a few shots, the spider zombie's head was completely smashed, and its skinny body fell down, convulsing on the ground.

Chen Mo's palms were sweaty, and his legs were feeling weak.

He hadn't been so flustered and frightened for a long time, even his voice was trembling: "Zombies are evolving... Song Jian... They are evolving... Yan Ruoming is right... Zombies are evolving..."

At the end, Chen Mo was already crying, and his trembling hands could hardly hold the gun.