Pale Silence

Chapter 43 Dizziness

Song Jian looked at the crying young man, leaned over slowly, squatted beside Chen Mo, and said after a long time: "Momo, just this time. Just this time, okay? You stay obediently at the transit station and have a good rest with grandpa After a while, when I come back, we will go to the safe zone."

Chen Mo's eyes were red, he squatted on the ground and refused to speak.

He doesn't have to go to the safe zone.

As long as Song Jian is by his side, even going to the pile of zombies is fine.

But he was too scared.

In this world where no one can explain life and death, he was afraid that he would never see him again after this separation.

Song Jian took a deep breath and said, "Momo, be obedient."

This is a very obedient child, always obedient, soft, and obedient to all his orders.

Song Jian habitually used this coaxing tone to make Chen Mo docile and obedient.

Chen Mo sobbed softly, and slowly took out a candy wrapper from his pocket.

That candy wrapper was the last thing his sister left him.

Chen Yue was only seven years old when she died. Due to long-term displacement and malnutrition, she was only a small lump.

The little girl was in great pain when she died, but she exhausted her last bit of energy and left Chen Mo with that piece of chocolate candy.

Chen Mo folded the candy wrappers neatly and put them in the pocket of his underwear, never refusing to throw them away.

Now, he stuffed the candy wrapper into Song Jian's pocket, and said with a trembling voice, "Song Jian, don't die where I can't see you, don't leave me alone..."

Song Jian sighed lightly, patted Chen Mo's head, and said, "I'll be back, Momo, don't be afraid."

Song Jian and Yan Ruoming went to find Professor Shen. They didn't know how long they would have to leave this trip, so they needed to take as much of Chen Mo's serum as possible.

Chen Mo didn't refuse, and he didn't lose his temper anymore. He even worriedly asked Li Ge to smoke more.

He was worried that Song Jian would be bitten.

If Song Jian was injured in the distance, a little more serum would allow Song Jian to support himself back.

During the days when Song Jian was preparing to set off with Yan Ruoming, Chen Mo didn't know how much blood was drawn from him.

In order to increase the content and activity of immune cells in the blood, Chen Mo even accepted Yan Ruoming's suggestion to inject a small amount of zombie virus two hours before drawing blood.

So these days he has always had a low-grade fever and is in a daze all day long.

Song Jian went to organize his equipment, and he just lay on the bed and played games day after day, not wanting to move.

Seeing it, the old man sighed and made brown sugar water for Chen Mo to drink: "Momo, you look bad."

Chen Mo turned off the game console wearily, looked up at the old man blankly, and murmured: "Grandpa, I want to sleep..."

The old man said: "You are not a gas station, how can you bear to draw blood like this every day?"

Chen Mo whispered aggrievedly: "I want Song Jian to take some more of my serum away, he... If he is bitten, my blood can save his life..."

The old man sighed, not knowing how to relieve the child who got into the horns.

The old man said: "Momo, let's go, get out of here. Grandpa knows that you are a very good kid, and you will definitely be able to cross that road to the safe zone by yourself."

Chen Mo said: "I...I don't want to be alone anymore...Grandpa...my family members are all dead. It was Song Jian who saved my life. He picked me up and gave me a home. Grandpa, I I don't want to be alone anymore."

The old man said, "But how much blood do you have to support Yan Ruoming? Can you support Yan Ruoming for a lifetime?"

With red eyes, Chen Mo whispered stubbornly, "No way..."

The old man said: "Song Jian and Yan Ruoming can't catch the source of the corpse at all. They have only two endings, die there, or escape back, and live on your blood."

Chen Mo stared blankly at the brown sugar water in the quilt. The clear red liquid was darker than blood, and there was a dense mist floating in the winter weather.

He remembered Song Jian smoking.

When they met for the first time, Song Jian was smoking a cigarette in the dim light of the morning sun, standing on the rooftop with a gun in his hand, his tall figure descended like a god.

From that moment on, Song Jian became a god in his heart.

Chen Mo looked at his arm, which was covered with pinholes. He would draw blood every day, and the bright red blood would be refined into clear serum, which would be packed in boxes one by one.

He didn't feel pain, just a little tired.

He even began to hope that Song Jian and Yan Ruoming would set off soon, find the source of the zombies, and end all of this.

Chen Mo drank the cup of hot brown sugar water, lay down on the bed a little dizzy, and murmured weakly: "Grandpa, I'm so tired, I'll sleep for a while... Song Jian... Song Jian is back..."

The old man sighed, and covered the sleepy boy with a quilt.

Yan Ruoming is in good spirits these days.

He opened the test tube box, and there was a row of test tubes densely packed inside, and the test tubes were filled with serum.

Yan Ruoming asked Brother Li: "How much blood have we drawn from Chen Mo's body in the past few days?"

Brother Li said: "A total of [-] milliliters were extracted, and [-] milliliters were made into serum."

Yan Ruoming couldn't bear to close his eyes gently: "These are enough for me to use for more than a month."

Zhao Yan walked over with a smile and stroked the row of cold test tubes: "Dr. Yan, Chen Mo didn't donate these serums for you alone. He was afraid that Song Jian would get hurt."

Yan Ruoming said, "We can't draw blood from Chen Mo anymore, he's almost reaching his limit."

Zhao Yan said, "Do you think we can come back in a month?"

Yan Ruoming said: "Chen Mo can't die, he is the only live vaccine in the world, he must live. I'll go find Song Jian, and we'll set off as soon as possible."

Song Jian led people to modify an off-road vehicle. Barbed wire was added to all the windows, the front and rear bumpers were reinforced again, and a small cannon was installed on the sunroof, which could be rotated 360 degrees inside the vehicle to fire.

Yan Ruoming walked over slowly, and said softly, "Song Jian."

Song Jian's upper body was bare, and his broad back was covered with scars.

He put down the wrench in his hand, turned around and looked at Yan Ruoming: "Ruoming, why did you come out?"

Yan Ruoming said softly, "When can we leave?"

Song Jian said: "I originally wanted to wait for your health to improve..."

Yan Ruoming said: "Song Jian, I'm hanging on Chen Mo's blood now, and I won't get better until I find a cure."

Song Jian looked at Yan Ruoming's pale face, and felt pain in his heart: "Tomorrow, tomorrow we will set off."

Yan Ruoming said, "I want to start with the old city. That's where we first discovered Professor Shen. There must be a special meaning to him."

A shadow of a person flashed in Song Jian's mind.

The old man at the burn clinic.

The old man must know something, maybe even the insider.

But the old man saved his and Chen Mo's lives, Song Jian really didn't want to question what the old man had done.

But now, he had to ask.

Song Jian said: "Ruoming, I may have a clue. You go back and rest, we will set off at dawn tomorrow."

Yan Ruoming nodded, turned around and walked towards his room.

It was already late at night when Song Jian finished modifying the car.

When he returned to the place where he lived, he found Chen Mo sleeping on the bed.

The child's face was pale, a little hot, and seemed to still have a fever.

Song Jian didn't wake Chen Mo up, but went out silently and closed the door, and went to the next room to have a good chat with the old man.

The old man was writing a letter, and when he heard the knock on the door, he sighed softly, sealed the envelope with wax, and said, "Come in."

Song Jian walked in, looked at the old man quietly, and said, "Old man, I'm leaving here tomorrow, Momo please take care of me."

The old man said: "That child is taking care of me, Song Jian, Momo is a very good child, don't bully him all the time."

Song Jian said: "I came today because I have another matter to ask you."

The old man said, "What do you want to ask?"

Song Jian said: "A zombie has been locked up on the second floor of your clinic, do you know that?"

The old man did not evade the question and said, "Yes, I know."

Song Jian asked: "Why?"

The old man said: "He is an old friend of mine. He was infected, but I was reluctant to kill him. So I kept him there, thinking that one day, I could cure him."

The voice of the old man was calm and kind, and like all survivors who lost their loved ones, they lamented the past time with regret and sadness.

Song Jian couldn't ask any more questions, so he could only say: "Excuse me, please have a good rest."

They all have such a past.

When his friend mutated in front of Song Jian because of an infection for the first time, he also thought about locking up his friend until someone researched a cure, and whether his friend could return to normal.

This is an old man who has lost everything.

His relatives are far away and do not know whether they are alive or dead. How can an old man be blamed for keeping his wounded friends by his side?

Song Jian returned to his room, while Chen Mo was still sleeping.

Song Jian patted Chen Mo's shoulder lightly: "Momo."

The drowsy Chen Mo moved his muscles and tried hard to open his eyes, but failed.His weak arms tentatively hugged Song Jian's body in a blur, and he murmured hoarsely: "Song Jian..."

Song Jian lowered his head and slowly kissed Chen Mo's cheek: "Momo...I'm leaving tomorrow..."

Chen Mo obediently turned his head and opened his mouth to respond to the kiss, saying vaguely: "Be careful..."

Song Jian pressed Chen Mo's slender body on the bed, and hugged the soft body tightly in his arms.

This night, they should bid farewell, because he may be away for a long, long time.

Chen Mo was very tired.

The massive blood draw for several days almost crushed him, but he still longed for the warmth Song Jian gave him, and tried his best to respond to Song Jian's kiss, so that their bodies were firmly embedded together.

The young man in the next room was lingeringly saying goodbye, but the old man was reading the letters he had written one by one.

He wrote these letters for three years, even if the person who should have received the letter lived in his warehouse on the second floor, he broke his limbs, cut off his vocal cords, and never gave him any response.

The old man couldn't sleep.

Older people always feel less.

He is 72 years old, and he will not live long. He originally wanted to die alone in a small clinic in the old city, slowly rotting into dry bones with his old friends.

But that innocent and stubborn child knocked on the door of his house, begged him to save others with tears in his eyes, and then fiercely blazed a trail, standing on the bucket of the excavator, eager to save him together Walk.

He is too old, and old people are always prone to indecision.

He deliberately took the child to the second floor to get the medicine, but the innocent and anxious child did not see Shen Hewen's body, and did not end it all at that time.

Four in the morning.

Song Jian opened his eyes and began to put on his clothes and organize his equipment.

Chen Mo didn't wake up, he was still running a fever.

Song Jian took the antipyretics and put them on the table, then lowered his head and kissed Chen Mo's forehead.

It was still dark outside.

Song Jian was about to check his armored vehicle, but when he went out, he found that the old man had disappeared.

The old man never sleeps very much, and he often wakes up at four or five o'clock to start practicing Tai Chi. Song Jian didn't think much about it, he prepared to go downstairs with his equipment on his back, and asked Yan Ruoming to set off.

But just after taking two steps, he heard a strange movement.

Song Jian hurried back into the room and looked out the window.

In the dim night, on the barbed wire fence on the outer wall of the transfer station, there are countless skinny black shadows slowly climbing.

The four-meter-high barbed wire is like an excellent ladder wall for the mutated spider zombies, allowing them to climb up smoothly.

Grids have been installed at the highest point of the barbed wire.

But these power grids are not strong and can easily be overwhelmed and destroyed by hordes of zombies.

Song Jian's heart sank, and he quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and yelled: "Zombies are about to attack! There are mutated corpses trying to climb over the east wall! Everyone is on alert, there are mutated corpses trying to climb over the east wall!!!"

Chen Mo was awakened by the sound, and got up in a daze to grab the gun beside the bed: "Song Jian... what happened..."

Voices rang out one after another from the intercom.

Liang Jianqiang yelled: "Copy all of you and beat those zombies to death!"

Yan Ruoming's anxious voice was full of exhaustion: "Song Jian, what happened!"

The spider zombies climbed to the top grid of the barbed wire one after another, screamed and fell down, but did not die directly, but struggled to crawl into the residential area.

The thin power grid can't bear such successive collisions at all, and will be completely destroyed soon.

Song Jian took Chen Mo downstairs, holding the walkie-talkie and said, "Ruoming, come out and run to the west parking lot! Hurry up!"

Chen Mo staggered behind Song Jian.

He has been a little dizzy for the past few days because of being drawn blood one after another, and he was tortured by Song Jian for a long time last night, and his eyes turned black. , so anxious to shed tears.

A large number of spider zombies had climbed over the wall, howling and rushing towards them.

The spider zombies moved too fast. Liang Jianqiang's subordinates had never seen this kind of scene before. They couldn't hit even one bullet with ten bullets. They were forced to back up again and again. Several slow-moving subordinates had been bitten and screamed like spiders The souls of the zombies.

Chen Mo shot repeatedly at the flying spider zombies in a daze. He didn't know where he was, so he could only hold on and follow Song Jian instinctively.

But Song Jian didn't turn around to pull him, and strode forward while shooting.