Pale Silence

Chapter 54 Experiment

When Chen Mo woke up, he found himself lying in the cargo compartment of a large truck with a pile of sofa cushions and military coats under him. The entire scientific research team surrounded him, staring at him with wide eyes.

Chen Mo frowned slightly.

Fang Yingchen was the first to shout out in surprise: "Brother Chen, you finally woke up!"

Chen Mo said hoarsely, "What's the matter..."

Fang Yingchen said: "We went to the city and found an X-ray machine. Now we are about to enter the mountain, and we will return to the safe zone soon. It's okay, everyone is okay."

Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and said wearily, "Where is Song Jian?"

Fang Yingchen froze for a moment, pinching the tassels on her clothes at a loss: "Brother Chen..."

Chen Mo panicked: "Where is Song Jian!"

Fang Yingchen said: "Chen...Brother Chen...don't worry, Song Jian was arranged by us in another car, he...he is still alive..."

Chen Mo's heart sank: "What does it mean to be alive?"

Fang Yingchen didn't dare to say anything, and looked up at everyone in the scientific research team.

Everyone lowered their heads.

Chen Mo was angry: "What the hell did you do!"

It was Qin Wei from the scientific research team who spoke first: "Song Jian... he was scratched and bitten in many places all over his body, and we performed... a treatment method that is still in the experimental stage..."

Chen Mo said: "My blood can save people, and my blood can do it!" Chen Mo looked at his team members, "Don't you all know that!"

Fang Yingchen is a little girl, and she is used to acting coquettishly in front of Chen Mo. When she was scolded for the first time, her eyes were red with grievances: "But...but Brother Chen, we can't watch you feed others with your own blood for the rest of your life. ..."

Chen Mo lowered his head and rubbed his eyebrows wearily.

Fang Yingchen sat in the corner with red eyes and secretly shed tears.

Chen Mo couldn't see the little girl crying.

Fang Yingchen was about the same age as his younger sister, so Chen Mo had been pampering this little girl as his younger sister for ten years, but now he made people cry by himself, causing him a headache.

Chen Mo sighed, got up, took out a piece of candy from his bag, and silently handed it to Fang Yingchen: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have yelled at you. Song Jian... Song Jian...how is he?"

The motorcade was about to enter the road to hell, and Chen Mo didn't dare to stop the motorcade and let him go to see how Song Jian was doing.

Fortunately, Song Jian's car has a walkie-talkie.

Surrounded by a group of people, Chen Mo drank some water, ate something to replenish his strength, and was forced to swallow a bunch of antibiotics before he got the walkie-talkie and talked to Song Jian when he had time.

Fang Yingchen handed the walkie-talkie to Chen Mo: "Here, let's talk."

Chen Mo held the walkie-talkie, but hesitated.

Fang Yingchen asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Whether it was the team that came out of the safe zone, or the scientific research team rescued by Song Jian.

None of them knew about Chen Mo and Song Jian's past. They only knew that these two people had known each other, perhaps had conflicts, and had a deep friendship.

After Chen Mo passed out in the fire, Song Jian carried Chen Mo with one hand and slashed a bloody road. When the respondent drove up to Song Jian, Song Jian had only instinctive nerve reactions left, and he was about to slash him. On Fang Yingchen.

Holding the walkie-talkie, Chen Mo sorted out his thoughts in a daze.

He has loved, hated, and been disappointed to the point of ashes, and he has watched the dawn alone with a little awkward expectation.

Now, he and Song Jian meet again, Song Jian was seriously injured in order to save him, just like him back then, he was undergoing a virus experiment in another car.

Chen Mo didn't know what was going on in his heart.

I don't even know what kind of appearance he should put on when facing Song Jian now so as not to get hurt again.

Fang Yingchen said: "Brother Chen, we are about to enter the mountain."

Chen Mo took a deep breath, threw down the walkie-talkie and struggled to get up with the gun in his arms: "Turn on the X-ray machine, put everyone on alert, and prepare to pass through the danger zone."

This place, known as the road to hell, gathered a large number of corpses. Even with the protection of X-ray machines, Chen Mo would still be on guard every time he passed by.

He climbed above the cab, sat firmly on the cargo box, and cleaned up the scattered zombies in front of his teammates one by one.

Song Jian was sitting in the back seat of another car with his hands trapped, fighting the side effects of the drug.

A gunshot caught his attention.

He looked in the rearview mirror and saw his Momo was sitting on the roof of the big truck behind him, his face was as calm as an indestructible sculpture, calmly clearing the front for his teammates.

The little lunatic he once brought with him is now the person everyone in the team relies on.

The faint pain in the blood vessels made Song Jian grin his teeth, but he couldn't help laughing.

The driver asked curiously, "Are you not in pain anymore?"

Song Jian said, "It hurts."

Chen Mo personally guarded the car on the roof, and the convoy slowly drove towards the safe zone.

The newborn sun shone on the high walls of the safe zone. Seeing the convoy returning, the gates of the safe zone opened slowly, welcoming their heroes back home safely once again.

The car drove in, and those overly lively scenes even made Song Jian a little dazed.

Liang Jianqiang once told him the way to the safe zone, but he never came.

He thought Chen Mo was dead, so he no longer had the desire to survive, and he didn't want to come to the safe zone to spend his life peacefully.

He never thought that his Momo had been here for ten years.

Become mature, become strong, a piece of soft cotton candy, but little by little in the disaster carved an indestructible appearance.

The safety zone was bigger than Song Jian imagined, and the car drove in the safety zone for a while before stopping in front of a small hospital.

Song Jian was placed in the ward of the hospital.

From the beginning to the end, Chen Mo did not come to see him, nor did he say a word to him.

Song Jian smiled wryly and lay on the hospital bed, just like Chen Mo back then.

The doctors of the scientific research team surrounded him, chattering about his condition.

Song Jian sighed: "Am I still saved?"

If it's hopeless, can... let him say sorry to Chen Mo himself.

The new treatment had already started, and Song Jian fell into a drowsy sleep.

He saw Chen Mo's hometown in his dream.

Jiushan County, that is a small county, the sunset is always warm and dim.

Song Jian saw the boy playing in the river under the tree.

It was the young Chen Mo, as clean as a transparent crystal.

He squatted by the river, stirring the water with willow branches, creating ripples and ripples.

The stagnant water in Song Jianxin's sea also slowly swayed away.

He suddenly regretted it a little. Why didn't he take the opportunity to kiss Chen Mo when the two were trapped on the roof waiting to die?

Chen Mo went to report the results of this operation to the head of the safety zone, settled the residence of the research team, and went to the bar to have a drink.

The bartender stayed in the safe zone for ten years. The peaceful and stable life gave the bartender more time and energy to research new recipes, and he even learned to make his own wine.

Chen Mo not only learned to smoke, but also practiced a good capacity for drinking without a teacher. After drinking half a catty of baijiu, his face did not change, his eyes did not dazzle and his hands did not shake, and he still shot steadily and ruthlessly.

He sat at the bar and drank, and the old ak was placed on the bar, together with the broken wine glasses of the old world, silently watching the world.

The bartender said: "I heard that your going out this time is not going well."

Chen Mo drank the bartender's self-brewed wine and said calmly, "Well, it didn't go well."

The bartender said: "Momo, you can't rely on yourself not to be infected, and just sneak into the zombie pile every day without fear of death. You are a human being, and if you are bitten off your neck, you will still die."

Chen Mo looked down at the injury on the back of his hand, and thought of Song Jian in a trance.

Over the years, the doctors in the safety zone tried to save countless people who were bitten according to the ideas provided by Yan Ruoming's information, but they never succeeded.

The antibody on his body is like a grain of sand leaking from the fingers of God, it is a very accidental thing.

What about Song Jian...

Song Jian was bitten, and it is said that many places were injured, and his whole body was bloody.

Can Song Jian survive?

Song Jian...how long can Song Jian live...

Chen Mo became anxious.

He stood up abruptly and walked towards the hospital with a gun in his hand.

He told Qin Wei in the scientific research team that if Song Jian had an emergency, he could be notified immediately for a blood transfusion, so there shouldn't be any problems.

But...but...

Chen Mo walked through the densely packed crowd in the safe zone, a great loneliness and sadness welled up in his heart, and suddenly he couldn't restrain himself from the pain.

He once thought he had nothing, but when Song Jian held him in his arms again, he suddenly panicked.

Is such warmth fake?

hallucinations, or dreams.

As long as you open your eyes, there is nothing.

There is no Song sword, no gunshots, only the cold ruins, the gray sun, and endless zombies.

Chen Mo ran into the hospital and rushed into the ward where Song Jian was locked up.

The doctors were still surrounding Song Jian, arguing about how much dosage should be used to save Song Jian's life.

Their way of thinking is different from that of Yan Ruoming.

Yan Ruoming wanted to study the zombie vaccine, and their research direction had always been to find a way to kill the zombie virus.

This method has only been tested in petri dishes, and has never been tested on humans.

Moreover, Song Jian spent so long on the roof, and later he was injured and lost blood, and his body was very weak.If the dose is increased, it is unknown whether his body can withstand the side effects of the drug.

The doctors were arguing upside down, Song Jian lay quietly on the hospital bed, his handsome and cold face was pale, and his breathing was very weak.

The high fever on Chen Mo's body hadn't completely subsided, he rushed in staggeringly, and was so quarreled by a group of doctors that he had a splitting headache, he frowned and asked, "What's wrong with Song Jian?"

The doctors shut up angrily.

Qin Wei said: "We are not sure how much medicine to give Song Jian. Before that, we injected him with three milliliters of medicine every four hours, but he didn't seem to get better."

Chen Mo looked at Song Jian's face and said softly, "What about my blood?"

Qin Wei was stunned.

Chen Mo said, "I have self-generated immune cells in my blood, which is written on the document in your hand."

The doctors hurriedly read the half of the documents.

Most of this document is missing, and only a few pages are left, recording the only case of human autoimmunity in the world.

Chen Mo's blood is the key to unlocking the genetic code of the zombie virus.

At this time, Song Jian who was lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

It's not that he can't hear the conversations of the people around him, but he is really tired, dizzy and wants to close his eyes for a while.

It was only when he heard Chen Mo's voice in a daze that he struggled to wake up.

In front of him was a dangling white coat. Through the layers of figures, Song Jian finally managed to see Chen Mo standing at the door.

His Momo has grown up, with a thin and tall figure, wearing a black turtleneck sweater and a coat, and still has the old AK on his back.

Song Jian called the shadow's name in a hoarse voice: "Momo..."

Chen Mo's heart trembled, he hesitated for a moment, then walked over, and sat silently beside Song Jian's bed.

Song Jian raised his hand with difficulty, trying to touch Chen Mo's face in his blurred vision, but Chen Mo avoided it.

Song Jian smiled bitterly and said: "Momo, I won't... I won't let you be a blood bank anymore... If... If I can't protect you in the future, at least... At least don't let me do anything to hurt you again that person……"

Chen Mo slowly closed his eyes, tried to calm his emotions, and then said, "It's just a little blood."

It's just a little blood, just like the little blood that flowed into the infusion tube when he gave Yan Ruoming a blood transfusion for the first time, he didn't even feel any pain.

Song Jian said: "Momo, I can hold on... Momo... I... can hold on..." He tried his best to let his eyes fall on the doctor, and said hoarsely: "Qin Wei, big Dosage...no...no one is allowed to draw blood from Chen Mo's body to save others!"

In the extreme pain, Chen Mo had a body immune to the zombie virus. He shouldn't...shouldn't use Chen Mo's special physique as a reason to hurt Chen Mo.

Not even a drop of blood, or a drop of tears.

The toxin specially cultivated by the scientific research team for the zombie virus for more than ten years was slowly injected into Song Jian's body. The doctors increased the dose and watched Song Jian's various physiological functions all the time with tense nerves.

Sitting there was a bit of a hindrance to Chen Mo, so he retreated to the door of the ward, staring blankly at the flowers outside the window with his arms folded.

Half an hour later, Song Jian's screams came from the ward.

Chen Mo's fingers trembled, and he turned around and asked, "What's going on!"

Qin Wei's terrified voice sounded in the ward: "Brother Chen, don't come in! You must never come in!!!"

Chen Mo rushed in regardless of the obstruction, and was terrified by the scene in front of him.

The scars all over Song Jian's body were slowly cracking, and blood slowly seeped out. Song Jian soon became a bloody man.

But his mind was still awake, his bloodshot eyes looked at Chen Mo in pain, and he shouted hoarsely: "Momo! Get out! I told you to go out, did you hear me! Chen Mo! Get out!!!"

Chen Mo lived and died in the ruins of the apocalypse for more than ten years. How cruel and terrifying corpses became very common. He thought he would never be afraid again.

Song Jian's eyes and nose were full of blood, and the scars on his face were slowly cracking. He looked at Chen Mo ferociously, and screamed in pain, "Momo...don't look...it's scary...don't look... "