Pale Silence

Chapter 39 I Love You

Chen Mo stared blankly at Song Jian in a drunken haze. Song Jian held his hand, and his pulse was beating gently under Song Jian's fingertips.

just...need a little serum...

Song Jian said: "Momo, Yan Ruoming can't die, he has found the source of the zombie virus infection. Momo, as long as Yan Ruoming develops a vaccine, we can cross the road to hell and live in a safe zone."

Chen Mo drank a lot of wine.

He had too many things on his mind to tell Song Jian, so he drank a lot of wine.

But now, his mind was confused by the alcohol, he raised his head blankly, trying hard to hear Song Jian's words clearly.

But after thinking for a long time, he managed to control himself to say a clear sentence: "Yan Ruoming wants blood."

Song Jian said: "He needs your serum to keep his life."

Chen Mo looked at Song Jian tearfully, and said, "You like him."

Song Jian said: "Nothing."

Chen Mo choked up and said, "I know...Song Jian...you care about Yan Ruoming...you will always...will always remember Yan Ruoming...who would put the photo of the savior on your body, you clearly... Obviously I like him..."

Yan Ruoming lay on the bed, looking at the blood vessels on the back of his hand.

time is limited.

If Song Jian hadn't convinced Chen Mo before dawn, he would have died when the sun shone on his face.

Zhao Yan stood in the corner, looking at Yan Ruoming thoughtfully, the only remaining eyeball had lost the distinct black and white color of human beings, the white of the eye was bloodshot, and the iris was turning blue.

He glanced at himself in the mirror, and rummaged through the room as if nothing had happened.

Yan Ruoming said softly, "What are you doing?"

Zhao Yan casually found a pair of sunglasses from the drawer, took off the blindfold and put on the sunglasses, turned his head and grinned at Yan Ruoming: "Looking at that blindfold is kind of ugly."

Yan Ruoming took a deep breath, closed his eyes and waited quietly for Song Jian's reply.

His thinking began to be eroded, and when he closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to see some waves of water flowing slowly.

In the gray and white haze, many figures flashed unsteadily in his mind.

Buzzing gradually sounded in the ear, trembling and hitting the eardrum.

A distant voice sounded in my mind: "Come here... Come here... Come to your companions... It's warm here..."

An inexplicable cold slowly enveloped Yan Ruoming's body, he was trembling slightly, his teeth chattering in the cold.

He wanted to figure out where the voice was coming from, but when he opened his eyes, he only saw kaleidoscope-like patterns on the ceiling.

Chen Mo hugged the wine bottle, tears slipped down his delicate face, and silently fell into Song Jian's palm.

He is not sensitive to the ways of the world, but he is not a little fool.

Just... just don't want to think about it.

So Song Jian said that the photo was to remember the benefactor, and he convinced himself that he remembered the benefactor.

He thought that after fleeing so far away with Song Jian, he would never let Song Jian do multiple-choice questions again.

He didn't want Song Jian to choose, because he subconsciously knew very clearly that Song Jian would not choose to protect him first, just like that day in the research institute.

Chen Mo was silently afraid. He didn't want to embarrass the one he loved, but he was even more afraid that he would be left behind.

Song Jian was silent for a long time, he took out the wallet from his pocket.

The photo of Yan Ruoming was lying in it, standing at the school gate with a book in his arms, smiling gently and brightly.

Like an excellent taunt, forcing Song Jian to see his heart clearly.

Do you want Momo's blood for the zombie vaccine, or simply... you don't want Yan Ruoming to die?

Chen Mo is not smart, he is even a little dull, clumsy, like a clumsy little fool.

But he knew, he should have known all along, how much Song Jian cared about Yan Ruoming.

Song Jian took a deep breath and said, "Momo, just a little blood serum, just like blood taken in a hospital, can save a person's life."

Chen Mo choked up and said, "What if this will kill me? Song Jian, will you still do this?"

Three in the morning.

Yan Ruoming's consciousness gradually began to blur, he saw the fog in his mind more and more clearly, and heard the voice of calling through the tinnitus more and more clearly.

The king of the zombies is calling for his people, and he will be one of them.

Brother Li sensed that something was wrong with Yan Ruoming, and said, "Dr. Yan, do you need me to tie you up?"

Yan Ruoming gasped, nodded lightly, and said weakly, "Brother Li, please...please tell the guard at the transfer station that I...I may mutate at any time...maybe...maybe my corpse There is still research value, tell them... I may mutate at any time..."

Yan Ruoming passed out.

This time, he finally saw what was ahead through the gray mist.

That was the laboratory of the Yan's Infectious Disease Research Foundation. Professor Shen was here, with his hands behind his back, looking up at the experimental samples on a high place.

Yan Ruoming restrained himself from going over, and just called out, "Professor Shen."

Professor Shen turned back and smiled at him: "Ruoming, do you like my new world?"

There was a commotion in the transit station.

Song Jian temporarily put aside Chen Mo's question, opened the door and asked the people in the corridor: "What's wrong?"

The businessman hurriedly left with his suitcase said: "The injured person received at the transfer station yesterday is about to mutate. Brother, this place will not be safe anymore. Take time to leave."

Song Jian's face turned pale.

Yan Ruoming...is about to mutate...

That gentle and arrogant young master is about to die like this, without dignity.

Song Jian's fingers trembled slightly, he turned around suddenly and hugged Chen Mo, tightly strangling that thin and warm body, not like embracing his lover, but like a drowning person clinging to driftwood, a person falling off a cliff Hold the rock firmly.

He trembled and said to Chen Mo incoherently: "Momo, I will not let you die, let alone make you hurt again. Momo, Yan Ruoming is dying, he needs your blood, as long as it is very little A little bit of blood. Momo, can you trust me? As long as...a little bit, Momo...Momo..."

Chen Mo cried and shook his head while drunk: "I don't like Yan Ruoming..."

Song Jian said: "I love you."

Chen Mo stayed where he was.

Song Jian said: "Momo, I love you. Yan Ruoming can't die. If he dies, everyone will have no power to resist in the face of those mutated spider zombies."

Chen Mo closed his eyes in pain.

The vague consciousness in drunkenness could not resist Song Jian's words "I love you".

This was the first time Song Jian said this to him.

Not bohemianly saying "interesting" or casually saying "liked".

It was vicious and solemnly saying "I love you" in his ear.

He gave up, surrendered.

No more losing your temper, no longer forcing Song Jian to see his heart clearly.

He loves this man, so, he's screwed.

In this confrontation, Chen Mo had already been completely defeated. He raised his head, tears from the corners of his eyes slowly flowing into his temples, and tremblingly said, "Okay, I'll give him the serum."

Song Jian immediately took Chen Mo to the room where Yan Ruoming lived.

As if afraid that Chen Mo would regret it.

Taking serum requires instruments, but there is no such thing as a centrifuge in the transfer station.

Chen Mo was dragged to Yan Ruoming's bedside by Song Jian, and Brother Li took out simple blood-taking equipment: "Chen Mo, what's your blood type? Time is running out, I'm going to directly inject Yan Ruoming with your blood."

Chen Mo looked at Yan Ruoming on the bed for a long, long time before saying in a hoarse voice, "Type A..."

Brother Li breathed a sigh of relief, squatted down and held Chen Mo's thin arm, and the needle slowly plunged into the vein of Chen Mo's elbow.

Chen Mo thought, taking a little blood would actually not hurt.

I was pricked lightly like a mosquito biting someone, and then silently felt blood flow out of my body and flow into the plastic bag along the hose.

The whole process took less than ten seconds, and Brother Li pulled out the needle, and pressed absorbent cotton on the needle hole.

That little bit of blood dripped into Yan Ruoming's body.

Ten milliliters of blood dropped 190 two drops in the vial.

Chen Mo looked up blankly, watching his blood slowly flow into Yan Ruoming's body.

Chen Mo didn't look down at Yan Ruoming until all the blood had entered Yan Ruoming's body.

The horrific pale gray on that face is slowly fading away, and the immune cells are slowly helping Yan Ruoming clean up the virus and restore his body.

Yan Ruoming groaned softly in his drowsiness, tried hard to open his eyes, but failed, and fell asleep weakly.

Li Ge opened Yan Ruoming's eyelids to check his pupils. His pupils were a little loose, but they had recovered a lot.

Song Jian asked: "Is it useful?"

Brother Li nodded: "Very useful, the antibodies in Chen Mo's blood can help Dr. Yan last for a while."

Chen Mo took away the absorbent cotton that was holding the pinhole, silently threw it into the trash can, and looked up at Brother Li: "Can I leave?"

Brother Li hesitated for a moment, and said, "Chen Mo, Dr. Yan survived on your blood serum. That is to say, the ten milliliters of blood cannot last Dr. Yan for too long. you."

Chen Mo said calmly, "How much blood does he need?"

Brother Li took a deep breath, hesitated for a long time, and then said after deliberation: "Until his body can produce antibodies on its own."

Although Brother Li said so, he knew that it was almost impossible for Yan Ruoming to generate antibodies by himself.If Yan Ruoming wanted to live, Chen Mo had to provide him with blood continuously. He would rely on Chen Mo, the live immune cell manufacturing machine, for the rest of his life.

Chen Mo stood there in a daze. He turned his head to look for Song Jian, but was eroded by alcohol and lost his sense of balance. He fell to the ground and was slowly wrapped in darkness, his ears buzzing.

He drank too much wine and was groggy from the cold wind, as if he had a bit of a cold.

Chen Mo vaguely remembered the underground research institute.

A very long underground passage, cold metal instruments, and the corpses gathered in it roared and rushed towards him.

As far as his eyes could see, Song Jian rushed into the passage with Yan Ruoming in his arms.

Chen Mo curled up in pain, he wanted to leave, he wanted to go far away alone, he wanted to walk through the road to hell alone, it didn't matter whether he lived or died, at least don't let him suffer so much.

However, Song Jian's deep voice sounded in his ears again.

"Momo, I love you."

Chen Mo hugged the quilt and cried softly. The small needle holes healed up quickly, and even the scabs were almost invisible.

Such a small, such a small injury, how could it resist Song Jian saying "I love you" in his ear.

Chen Mo fell asleep drowsily, and when he opened his eyes the next morning, there was already a glare of sunlight.

There was a glass of milk by the bed, which was already cold.

Chen Mo felt dizzy and had a stomachache. He got up in a daze and drank two mouthfuls of milk, then rushed to the bathroom and vomited.

The old man sighed, and poured a cup of hot tea for Chen Mo to drink: "Momo, children can't drink alcohol, their stomachs are tender, and they feel uncomfortable after drinking."

Chen Mo vomited with tears in his eyes, and squatted on the ground to be reprimanded: "Grandpa, I was wrong..."

The old man leaned over and rubbed Chen Mo's head: "Come here, I have medicine here."

Chen Mo obediently followed the old man to the next room, took a pill of omeprazole, and groaned while clutching his stomach.

The old man said: "What happened last night? I heard that you had been arguing all night, and I didn't go there because I was afraid of causing trouble to you."

Chen Mo shook his head with red eyes, his eyes drifted out of the window subconsciously.

The old man said: "Don't look at it, after Song Jianhou sent you back in the middle of the night, he went to the house behind."

Chen Mo stopped talking.

Everything last night was like a dream, intertwined with sweetness and heartbreak, accompanied by pain and warmth, a faint voice whispered love words in his ear, and wanted to push him into hell.

The old man sighed again, and patted Chen Mo on the shoulder: "I think there are fewer and fewer people in this place. Momo, let's go too, and go to a safe place. You are so young, you will have a long time to come .”

Chen Mo didn't speak, he didn't know how to answer the old man's words.

They should have left and stayed away from this place.

But what about Song Jian?

Has Song Jian been held in his heart and soul, and he will never leave with him again.

The drunken phrase "I love you" from last night is still in his ears, like the last silk thread that ties Chen Mo, every time he wants to pull away, but is pulled by that thread so much that his internal organs are in agony.

Chen Mo sat on the old man's bed, drinking hot tea silently.

He wanted to look at something casually to divert his attention, but his eyes fell on the desk inadvertently, where there was an unfinished letter from the old man.

Chen Mo asked curiously: "Grandpa, you write letters every day, who are you sending them to?"

The old man's gaze seemed to have drifted far away.

Some nostalgia, some regret, mixed with some complicated pain.

"To an old friend," he said.

Chen Mo asked, "Where does he live? I can accompany you to see him."

The old man shook his head: "Now I don't know where he is. He is a very smart man. He has been very smart since he was a child. If he wants to hide, no one can find him."

Chen Mo tilted his head and looked at the old man: "A person who knows how to hide and seek will definitely live a good life."

The old man smiled wryly, and did not talk about the past, but poured hot water for Chen Mo again: "Don't talk about him, are you going to find Song Jian? I see that the room he went to is full of people outside, and there is no I know what baby I'm guarding."

Chen Mo looked out the window.

More than a dozen heavily armed men stood guard outside Yan Ruoming's house with guns on their backs, for fear that Yan Ruoming would suddenly mutate and destroy the transfer station.

Chen Mo was slightly relieved.

At least Yan Ruoming didn't tell more people that his serum was a zombie vaccine.