Pale Silence

Chapter 8

Song Jian has a lot to say.

He should apologize first, no matter why Chen Mo lost his coat, he shouldn't hit anyone.

He had other things to say.

For example, he won't be rough with Chen Mo anymore, he just wants to rub Chen Mo's little head, like comforting a poor little animal.

Only then did Song Jian see that the lost coat was wrapped around Chen Mo's thin shoulders.

This little fool, ran back to the forest farm to get her clothes back?

But a lot of words lingered on the tip of his tongue, Song Jian could only solve the current crisis of the two of them first.

Song Jian asked: "How did you come up here?"

Chen Mo whispered, "I took the elevator up from the first floor..."

Song Jian asked suspiciously: "There are no zombies on the first floor?"

Chen Mo said, "Yes, many."

Song Jian: "Then how did you come up here?"

Holding the ak in his arms, Chen Mo shook it a little embarrassedly: "That's it, it came up directly."

Song Jian: "..."

This limp little guy is actually a little violent madman who will never think of other ways if he can hit him directly.

Seeing that the elevator was about to return to the first floor, Chen Mo had already loaded the bullets and picked up the gun, ready to sweep away thousands of corpses.

Song Jian reluctantly put the pistol back on his waist, squatted down and hugged Chen Mo's thin legs suddenly, and easily lifted Chen Mo high.

Chen Mo had never seen this posture before, and exclaimed with a blushing face.

Song Jian said, "Remove the light above the elevator."

Chen Mo shook it clumsily twice, removed the [-]cm-wide oblate lighting, and then pushed away a layer of steel plate, and he saw the dark elevator shaft.

Song Jian pushed Chen Mo up: "Go up."

Chen Mo climbed up the elevator shaft with hands and feet.

At this time, the elevator stopped on the first floor, and the metal door slowly opened.

Chen Mo lay on the top and stretched out his hand anxiously: "Come up quickly."

Song Jian looked up at Chen Mo's slender arm, afraid that he would break it if he tried too hard.He said, "Get out of the way."

Chen Mo didn't know why, but he still tried his best to lean to the side, leaving room for Song Jian.

The first zombie squeezed in quickly.

Song Jian sharply shot the zombie's head.

The body fell heavily at his feet.

Song Jian didn't even look at it, and continued to shoot and kill the rushing zombies.

One... Two... Three... Four...

The narrow elevator room was full of zombies and zombie corpses. Song Jian stood in the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. A zombie's head slammed into the elevator shaft.

Chen Mo was terrified by Song Jian, who was soaked in blood, and rushed over tremblingly: "Song Jian! Song Jian!"

Song Jian hugged Chen Mo with one hand and covered the passage on the elevator with steel plates with the other, comforting in a low voice: "It's okay, it's okay."

Chen Mo hugged Song Jian's thick waist tightly with both arms, his voice and body were trembling: "I can pull you up...I can...I can pull you up...uh..."

He was so frightened that he was about to cry.

Just now Song Jian was almost submerged in the small elevator by the zombies, he didn't dare to shoot in such a small space.

He couldn't do anything, he could only watch Song Jian fight with the corpses.

Chen Mo once watched his family members die in front of him one by one. He tried his best to grow and become stronger. He thought that he was strong enough, and he could no longer watch Song Jian have an accident in front of him.

Song Jian stroked the back of Chen Mo's head and comforted him in a low voice: "Okay, okay, get up, I'm covered in zombie blood, do you have any wounds on your body? Be careful of infection."

Chen Mo shook his head vigorously, buried his head in Song Jian's arms and refused to come out.

Song Jian sighed.

In the dark elevator shaft, they couldn't even see each other's faces, only the sound of breathing staggered, intertwining a little warmth in the dark and cold small space.

Chen Mo is like a little animal that has finally found a home, clinging to its owner's chest and refusing to leave.

Song Jian whispered: "We must leave here before dawn."

Chen Mo whispered: "It will be dark in four hours." He looked up at the high elevator shaft and the elevator room where the zombies gathered under him, Chen Mo murmured, "Are we going to die?"

Song Jian hugged the small ball in his arms, and his soft hair was nestled against his neck.

He said, "No."

Chen Mo blinked.

Song Jian said: "We want to live together, live together until the sun shines on this land again, and build our home together in the new world."

Chen Mo's heart trembled slightly, he didn't know if it was because of Song Jian or because of the phrase "we".

Something is changing silently, bit by bit a moving light blooms in the darkness.

Song Jian said: "Come, follow me."

He took Chen Mo's thin, soft fingers and led him to find the vent in the elevator shaft, then walked around and asked, "Why are you here?"

Chen Mo lowered his head. He was holding a powerful weapon, but like a pitiful little hamster, he said in a very low voice: "I... I went to the forest farm and found your skin. folder……"

Chen Mo took out the wallet from his pocket and handed it to Song Jian, whispering, "I saw the photo, I guess you might be here..."

He knew Yan Ruoming.

Although his world had nothing to do with Yan Ruoming, Chen Mo had seen photos of Yan Ruoming in medical magazines.

Yan Ruoming is the pride of heaven, and he often goes to the epidemic-stricken areas in Africa to do medical work through some public welfare organizations. He himself is also a very good infectious disease expert and often appears in magazines.

Chen Mo didn't know why Song Jian kept a photo of Yan Ruoming, he just had an intuition at that moment that this was what Song Jian desperately wanted to get back.

Chen Mo found fresh ruts on the mud outside the forest farm, and the mud and water traces continued along the asphalt road to the city center.Chen Mo's memory is very good. He will never forget any details after he glanced at the map.

The landmark building in the city center is the office building of Yan's Group.

So Chen Mo came.

At least...he should at least return Yan Ruoming's photo to Song Jian...

Even if Song Jian won't forgive him again, he still has to make up for his mistakes.

The sea of ​​hearts in Chen Mo's heart was full of sour little bubbles, and his fingers gently hooked Song Jian's fingers, lusting after the man's rough and warm knuckles.

Song Jian found the ventilation opening of the elevator shaft, and let go of his hand to pull the mesh cover of the ventilation opening.

Chen Mo rubbed his fingers in frustration, and obediently ran over to help.

The two of them worked together to break off the cover of the vent, and Song Jian broke the bright light stick and threw it in, and the light stick slid down the ventilation duct into the depths of the darkness.

Chen Mo's heart tightened.

Song Jian looked back at Chen Mo and asked, "Claustrophobic?"

Chen Mo gritted his teeth and shook his head.

Song Jian said: "It's not shameful, be obedient and take a deep breath."

Chen Mo didn't have claustrophobia, at least... at least he didn't have the claustrophobia of shortness of breath, collapse and madness that was shown on TV.

He just has a little fear that normal people would have about this deep and unknown pipeline, especially when he wants to get into it.

Song Jian gently stroked the back of Chen Mo's neck: "It's okay, I'll go ahead, you follow me."

The back of Chen Mo's neck trembled slightly, and he quickly got into the ventilation duct like a little mouse returning home.

Song Jian had no choice but to follow behind.

The barrel powder pipes in the building were intricate, and Chen Mo climbed fast again.

Song Jian asked: "Do you know where you are going?"

Chen Mo nodded, thinking that Song Jian couldn't see it in such a dark place, so he whispered, "Have I seen the map?"

Song Jian: "Have you seen the pipeline diagram here?"

Chen Mo said, "No, it's the topographic map in the hall on the first floor."

Song Jian remembered that there was always a topographic map of the building in the lobby on the first floor, which was the floor plan of the public areas on the first to sixth floors, including administrative departments, dance studios, external recording studios and other facilities.

Chen Mo said softly, "I know the structure of the building, so I know where to go."

Song Jian looked at the thin and small shadow in front of him, and pampered Chen Mo with great interest: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Chen Mo secretly pursed his lips into a smile in the dark, and sped up to climb forward.

The deep and terrifying pipeline seems to have turned into a tunnel, and he and Song Jian are two little moles who are going home.

Chen Mo took Song Jian around and around, and finally saw a ray of sky in front of him.

Song Jian was already dizzy by Chen Mo, and asked, "Where is this?"

Chen Mo said, "In the corridor at the back door of the building, I remember your car is parked near here."

Song Jian laughed lowly and said, "Momo."

Chen Mo lay on the air vent and looked out: "Huh?"

Song Jian said: "What kind of fairy baby did I pick up?"

Chen Mo blushed, pushed open the baffle of the vent, turned over and grabbed it, and jumped out of the vent with a soul and jumped to the ground.

Song Jian jumped down immediately, and the two of them rushed out the back door and got into the arrogant Rolls-Royce while the zombies were not paying attention, and drove away from the building of Yan's Group.

Song Jian was driving the car, and before the sun set, he drove at high speed on his way home.

Chen Mo held his gun solemnly, always ready to clean up the zombies that appeared in front of Song Jian.

Song Jian saw that there was still a pair of headphones plugged into the car.

The rhythm of the music will excite the zombies, so Song Jian hasn't listened to music for a long time in the days when he didn't get headphones.Not to mention the miserable and reluctant Chen Mo.

Song Jian held the steering wheel with one hand and picked up the earphones with the other, and asked Chen Mo, "Want to listen to music?"

Chen Mo smiled a little embarrassedly, and nodded vigorously: "Yeah!"

Two headphones, one for each of them, Song Jian turned on the car music.

The former owner of the car was a ruthless person. The first song was "morning after" by deadbysunrise. The bursting drumbeats and electronic sounds made Chen Mo, a middle school boy, light up his eyes with excitement.

A luxury car is running wildly on the desolate ruins of the city, and a song about the dead in the last days is heard in my ears.

"wake metill the morning after...

wake met ill the morning after..."

Chen Mo touched Song Jian's wine jug in the car and secretly took a sip.

Song Jian raised his hand and snatched the jug: "Children are not allowed to drink."

Chen Mo blushed and yelled, "I'm an adult! I have an ID card!"

He began to frantically look for his ID card in his schoolbag, trying to prove to Song Jian that he was a strong and mature adult.

Song Jian glanced at the clumsy and cute look of the little guy out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but smile happily with a cigarette in his mouth.

The outline of the base is already faintly visible in the field of vision.

They are going home.

Song Jian not only brought a large number of walkie-talkies and outdoor supplies, but also brought back a heart that has been revived.

Chen Mo was not in good health, and he chased Song Jian all the way to the city center on a shared bicycle. He fought and ran. He was so tired that he fell asleep lying on the bed without washing his face.