Pale Silence

Chapter 36 Unable to Generate Immunity

The transfer station is the most abundant place in the last days.

There are not only hot milk, but also small snacks such as potato chips and biscuits.

A businessman at the transfer station told Chen Mo that from here to the north, through a place called the Road to Hell, you can go to a very safe area.People there have started a new life, established schools, factories, bars, and even restored a playground.

These things were brought by the merchants from there, and the prices were very high.

Chen Mo listened fascinatedly to the businessman talking about the safe zone at the end of the road to hell, and he didn't dare to blink.

The businessman said: "Little friend, do you want to go to the safe zone?"

With a little cautious expectation, Chen Mo looked up at Song Jian.

Song Jian patted Chen Mo's head and said, "We need a stronger car."

The merchant said: "If you are determined to go to the safe zone, you can go with our caravan."

The businessman saw that both Song Jian and Chen Mo were carrying guns, which should be more useful combat power.His caravan lost a lot of people when it was heading here from the safe zone, and it urgently needs to be replenished.

Song Jian said: "We originally planned to rest for a while at the transit station."

The businessman said, "I can stay here for another seven days, waiting for your news."

The businessman ate up the food on his plate and left the public dining room of the transit station.

Chen Mo bit the potato chips and blinked at Song Jian.

In the past three years since the zombie outbreak, he has been looking for a safe area, but he has never heard of such a prosperous and large area.

If he and Song Jian can take the old man there, they can live a truly peaceful life.

But Song Jian... Will he leave?

Chen Mo is a very sensitive person. He has long noticed that no matter where he goes, Song Jian never throws away the useless walkie-talkie.

Song Jian still cares about the past, the base he built, and those people who have experienced hardships with him.

Maybe... still thinking about Yan Ruoming.

Chen Mo lowered his head and ate potato chips from the crude wrapping paper.

The night at the transfer station is always full of carnivals. Chen Mo has not experienced such a lively scene for a long time, so he no longer looked at Song Jian, but looked at the carnival outside the window.

Song Jian sighed softly and said, "Want to play?"

Chen Mo shook his head and ate up the potato chips in the bag.

Song Jian said: "Let's go, we don't need to be on duty tonight, so we can relax a bit."

Chen Mo doesn't know how to drink.

On the day of the end of the world, he was still a good underage baby, and the only alcoholic thing he ever drank was Huoxiang Zhengqi Water.Afterwards, the world was in chaos. In order to survive, he had to be sober enough at all times. How could he touch something as confusing as alcohol.

But tonight he was pulled into the carnival crowd by Song Jian.

The crude bar counter is built with cement on the remaining walls, which is very rough.

A lot of high alcohol and fruit sodas were randomly piled up on the shelf, and the unprofessional bartender poured brandy in one hand and orange juice in one hand, threw apple slices and rainbow chocolate beans in, and pushed them drunkenly in front of Chen Mo.

Chen Mo just reached out to pick it up.

The bartender held out his other hand: "Pay, a 7.62 bullet."

Chen Mo froze for a moment, obediently unloaded a bullet from the gun, and put it in the bartender's palm.

The bartender put away the bullets with a smile, and patted Chen Mo's face: "Little friend, you can buy a bullet here, not just a glass of wine."

Chen Mo shot fiercely and was used to Song Jian's pampering. He never thought that a bullet was so valuable.

He looked at the bartender in a daze, not knowing what was wrong, and was a little upset when his face was pinched.

But before he could figure out how to attack, Song Jian coldly pulled the bartender's hand away, sat beside Chen Mo expressionlessly, and put down the plate in his hand: "Momo, in this kind of mixed world place, don’t talk to people who seem to be dubious.”

The trainer poured Song Jian a glass of wine with a grin, and wisely did not provoke Chen Mo again.

In a post-apocalyptic carnival place like a transfer station, an obedient, soft and lonely handsome boy like Chen Mo is as eye-catching as a little white rabbit waiting to be slaughtered, but unfortunately, the little white rabbit actually has an owner.

Chen Mo carefully took a sip of the cocktail that the bartender had randomly blended. The sweetness of the juice mixed with the alcohol turned into an extremely weird taste.Chen Mo picked it up with a small wooden stick, and tasted another half-melted chocolate.

Like a little rabbit just released from the cage, he curiously tried everything he could touch around him, even if he frowned in bitterness, he couldn't help but take another bite.

The bartender was overjoyed, and asked Song Jian: "Brother, where did you pick up such a freshman, and let him live with you for so long?"

Song Jian said slowly: "I won't bring a little trash in this world. Our Momo fights very badly."

The corner of the bartender's mouth moved slightly, and poured Song Jian a second glass of wine with a mocking smile.

Chen Mo didn't like to talk, and he didn't like to lean over to listen to others chatting.

He was attracted by the ice cream truck, tugged at Song Jian's sleeve and pointed over there, and happily ran to buy ice cream after getting Song Jian's nod.

Song Jian drank silently, swallowing clouds under the strong stimulation of alcohol.

The bartender poured the wine carelessly, looking at Song Jian's face with eyes full of sarcasm.

No matter how much Song Jian likes to drink, he has noticed the look in the bartender's eyes.

He looked up at the bartender and asked, "Did we have any misunderstandings before?"

The trainer was already drunk, looked at Song Jian with a chuckle, waved his hands, and said, "It's nothing, I just can see that you don't like that kid that much just now."

Song Jian's heart sank, and his expression became a little unfriendly: "You don't know what we have gone through, I can die for him."

The trainer shrugged his shoulders: "So what? You don't care about his emotions at all, you just think that this little beauty is cute and pretty and can fight, and it's just that she can be used by one person by her side."

Song Jian was too lazy to talk crazy with a drunk.

He walked towards the ice cream truck with a wine glass in his hand, to prevent the little idiot who was playing with bullets as soybeans from being cheated again.

Song Jian stood behind Chen Mo, took the bullet expressionlessly, took out a cigarette and handed it to the ice cream seller: "This is enough."

The ice cream seller took the cigarette resentfully, and handed over the large strawberry flavored ice cream with a lot of chocolate sauce that Chen Mo wanted.

Song Jian patted Chen Mo's head: "Let's go, go back to sleep."

He thought, how could he not love Chen Mo?

He abandoned all his friends and brothers for Chen Mo, left behind the peaceful and affluent living base, and wandered with Chen Mo in the ruins of the last days, racking his brains to get everything a child wanted for Chen Mo.

He was even willing to die to protect Chen Mo.

How could he not love Chen Mo?

In this world, who else can love Chen Mo as deeply as he does?

Who else cared so much about this lonely boy like him?

Song Jian sneered at the trainer's ridicule, he put his arms around Chen Mo's thin shoulders, and the two walked towards their place together.

Chen Mo licked the ice cream while he drank the wine.

On the second floor of the small villa, the old man is writing a letter.

He was old and didn't like the noisy joy of young people, so he wrote letters here silently, and put them away in his old leather bag when he finished.

When they were young, they didn’t have the Internet or mobile phones. All their thoughts and thoughts could only be placed on a thin piece of paper, which was carefully stuffed into the iron mailbox at the intersection day by day, and then anxiously and joyfully waiting for the reply. .

Now there is no one to receive letters, but he keeps this habit, and still often finds a little paper and a piece of pen to write a letter quietly.

The old man was writing in the house when he suddenly heard a sound.

He froze for a moment, put down his pen and listened quietly.

The sound was intermittent, with a piercing electric sound, and it sounded very faintly in the next room.

The old man staggered to Song Jian and Chen Mo's room with a cane, and found that the sound came from the travel bag.

The old man hurriedly opened Song Jian's travel bag, and found the buzzing walkie-talkie from inside.

The distance may be a bit far, there may be an obstruction in the middle, and the signal of the walkie-talkie is very bad, but the old man can still hear the voice inside intermittently.

"We are a team of survivors... There is a zombie vaccine expert in the car... Help is needed... We... anyone's help... Repeat... We are a team... The expert is injured..."

The old man was silent for a long time, looking up at the dark night in the distance.

In the endless cornfield, there may be a car coming this way.

The person in the car is an expert in the research of zombie vaccines.

A hummer roared and forcibly opened a road in the cornfield, rushing like a headless chicken.

On the back seat of the car, Brother Li was injecting Yan Ruoming with more serum.

Yan Ruoming's face was pale, cold sweat dripped from the severe pain, he clenched his teeth tightly, not wanting to let himself be too embarrassed by the pain.

Zhao Yan drove in front: "How is it?"

Brother Li took a deep breath and said, "It's not very good."

Yan Ruoming closed his eyes, endured the severe pain in his limbs and took a deep breath: "No... um... my body... my body can't generate immune cells on its own, Brother Li, how much of Chen Mo's serum is there?" sample?"

Brother Li said, "30ml."

Yan Ruoming said: "I can't last long with these serums... Try the immune catalyst again... Double the dose!"

Brother Li said: "Dr. Yan, have you ever thought that you will die first from the rejection of the immune catalyst?"

Yan Ruoming's fingers were pale and convulsed, and he said, "I must... have to try..."

Brother Li sighed, and gave Yan Ruoming a one-time injection of [-]ml of immune catalyst.

The rejection reaction immediately took effect in Yan Ruoming's body, and the severe pain made the always arrogant and cold Master Yan let out a scream of pain.

Zhao Yan's bruised fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, blood vessels almost bursting under the scarred skin, he cursed hoarsely: "This madman!"

Yan Ruoming had already started to ring in his ears. He was tied to the seat, but he was still curled up in pain, and his white wrist was bleeding from the abrasion of the rope.

When treating Chen Mo, he diluted the catalyst in a whole bottle of glucose and slowly dripped it into his body, but now that the situation is urgent, he can only inject a high concentration of immune catalyst directly into his vein, praying for his immune system to speed up. It takes effect and can produce immune cells by itself.

Zhao Yan felt a little pain in his stomach when he heard the intermittent screams and gasps behind him.

If the price of recovery is so painful, he would rather be a zombie.

Yan Ruoming was shaking and screaming in pain.

Li Ge took the walkie-talkie and turned on the public channel to continue asking for help.

If someone nearby is using the same type of walkie-talkie as they are, there is a possibility of rescue.

But he has been calling here for several days from the base, but he has never received a response.

Brother Li was also tired from shouting, looking at the weak Yan Ruoming, he asked Zhao Yan worriedly: "Zhao Yan, are you really alright?"

Zhao Yan said nonchalantly: "Yan Ruoming injected me with processed viruses. It seems that they were treated with Chen Mo's serum happily and did not cause me any trouble. Don't focus on me. Yan Ruoming was directly bitten by a zombie, and may mutate at any time."

Brother Li looked at Yan Ruoming who had passed out from the pain, Yan Ruoming's skin had gradually turned a strange bluish-white color, and it might mutate at any time.

Brother Li had no choice but to inject Chen Mo's remaining [-] milliliters of serum into Yan Ruoming's body on his own initiative.

He didn't want Yan Ruoming to die.

What Zhao Yan said was right, if Yan Ruoming died, no one might be able to understand his research materials.

At that time, the hopes of mankind will be shattered again, and everything will have to start all over again.

Brother Li concentrated on taking care of Yan Ruoming's situation, and continued to use the walkie-talkie to ask for help.

Zhao Yan drove the car, his burned arm was covered with hideous scars.

These scars are so cruel, the muscles and skin tissues are twisted together.But the scars also covered up some things, for example, his blood vessels gradually began to turn black and dark, and his nose and throat were filled with an unpleasant smell of blood.

Zhao Yan noticed the changes in his body, but he didn't feel fear, but an inexplicable excitement surged in his heart.

He looked at himself in the rearview mirror, the face that had been completely destroyed, his smile gradually became relaxed, and the only remaining eye was glowing with bloodshot eyes.

Zhao Yan drove his car closer to the edge of the city in the dark night, trying to find a shelter where he could live, at least let Yan Ruoming lie down and rest for a while.

Suddenly, Zhao Yan saw a sign flashing by the side of the road.

He slammed on the brakes and frantically reversed back to the sign.

Brother Li asked: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Yan said, "Did we go wrong?"

Brother Li poked his head out in doubt to look at the simple and small sign on the side of the road.

A trade sign for a transit station was crudely painted in green paint on a wooden board, with an arrow pointing to the cornfield they had just passed.

Zhao Yan frowned slightly: "Is there a transfer station here?"

Brother Li said: "Go to the transfer station, there may be a doctor there."

Zhao Yan turned around casually, and drove towards the cornfields in the suburbs following the guidance of the road signs.

After walking for a while, I saw a new road sign.

Zhao Yan drove along the road signs.

Yan Ruoming woke up once in the middle, but soon fell asleep in the severe pain.

Zhao Yan "tsk tut" twice, not sure whether it was admiration or ridicule.