Pale Silence

Chapter 46 New Journey

Most of the wounds on Chen Mo's body have healed. The thin skeleton is covered with a thin layer of flesh. The flesh wounds are covered with hideous scars, which looks a little scary.

But he has a very delicate face, with gentle facial features on his delicate little face, even if he is so thin that he is about to lose his appearance, he still has a very attractive and delicate appearance.

But he is too strong.

A thin and small person, but he stubbornly wants to hold up the sky, and never yells out the pain when he gets angry.

That's why the person who got him didn't cherish this young man with very thin arms at all.

Chen Mo changed his clothes, opened the curtains and looked out.

The bartender pointed to the place where Liang Jianqiang used to live: "Here, that's right there. He has a study on the second floor, and there is a map to the safe zone hanging there."

Chen Mo said, "Yes."

The bartender said, "I'll go down too."

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment, then looked at the bartender suspiciously: "What can you do?"

The bartender, who was protected by the child as trash, pinched his nose and said, "We are leaving with the map, why don't you go find a car and pack something for the road?"

Chen Mo said, "Then be careful and try not to die."

The corner of the bartender's mouth twitched, and he decided not to argue about combat effectiveness with a violent little tank that was said to be able to single-handedly break through piles of zombies.

The two climbed down from the window on the second floor, walked through the messy transfer station to the main building where Liang Jianqiang lived.

In the past half a month, Chen Mo has not found any traces of zombies nearby. Maybe the group of zombies have really left here and will not come back again.

The door to the main building is open.

The group of corpses attacked so fast that no one had time to pack up too many supplies.

The building was empty, with some bullets and pistols scattered on the ground.

The bartender looked at the ak in Chen Mo's hand, silently lowered his head and picked up a small pistol for self-defense.

Chen Mo said, "If you don't know how to use a gun, a mop would be more useful."

Bartender: "???? Do I have any crap???"

Chen Mo said seriously: "If you take a mop, your instinctive reaction is to block when you encounter danger, and it may save your life. If zombies rush towards you, you don't have time to think about how to shoot."

The bartender was silent for a while, thinking that saving his life is the most important thing, so let's treat it as a waste.

So he silently put the small pistol on his waist and picked up a mop for self-defense.

Chen Mo walked to the second floor and carefully looked at the map.

The way to the safe zone has never been a secret. Everyone wants to go to the safe zone, but few people will really follow the caravan on the road to hell.

Because that road is too dangerous, even a convoy with the strongest firepower and the strongest vehicles will die a lot of people when passing that road.

If it weren't for being forced to have no way out, those ordinary people who are determined to survive, who would be willing to lose more relatives in these last days?

But Chen Mo knew that they had no other choice.

He, the old man, and a bartender who has no combat effectiveness, the three of them have no way out in the world where zombies are gradually mutating.

He had to go to the safe zone, he had to make the old man safe.

He is the only person in the world who has antibodies, and he wants to end this doomsday catastrophe with his own hands.

Chen Mo and the bartender searched around the empty transfer station, found a lot of food and ammunition, and loaded them on a huge heavy-duty truck.

The bartender even dragged Chen Mo into two beds, shouting that he could sleep soundly at night.

The straight-line distance from the transfer station to the place where Liang Jianqiang marked the safety zone was only [-] kilometers, but it had to pass through the urban area of ​​the capital and the mountainous area.

There is only one winding road in the mountainous area. Liang Jianqiang marked two red crosses on the road, which most likely means that there is a problem with that road.

If you want to detour again, you can only detour to a safe zone by detouring a large mountain range, passing through the desert in the northwest, or even crossing the national border.

It was so far away, none of them knew what they would encounter.

The bartender is still moving his belongings onto the cargo box.

Those were his various drinking utensils, those coquettish rainbow fluorescent little straws, and the skittles from the trading place.

Chen Mo sat on the back of the van to check his gun, and asked the bartender curiously, "Have you always carried these things with you?"

The bartender patted his brand-name suitcase: "Chen Mo, you don't know, entertainment is just what human beings need. As long as they are out of danger for the time being, they will come to me for fun. With these guys who eat, I will You can live a happy life anywhere.”

Chen Mo said, "Haven't you followed Liang Jianqiang to the safe zone?"

The bartender shook his head: "You don't know, every time he goes there and comes back, more than half of the people around him will die. I was alive and well in the transfer station, why should I go find my own death?"

Chen Mo said, "Then you can only go now."

Bartender: "..."

Why is this kid talking so choked up?

Chen Mo looked at the cargo compartment filled to the brim by the bartender, jumped out of the rear of the cargo compartment, and ran to pick up the old man: "Grandpa, let's go."

The old man stood by the window, looked at him silently, and then looked back into the room.

Chen Mo said, "Grandpa, is it convenient for you? Then I'll go up and pick you up!"

The old man smiled kindly: "I can go down. Grandpa is old, but not disabled yet."

Chen Mo stepped on the table and stood up, and slowly walked the old man down from the window on the second floor: "Grandpa, let's go to the safe zone, and you can plant flowers and play Tai Chi freely in the future."

The old man smiled and patted Chen Mo's head: "Okay, let's go to the safe zone."

Chen Mo suddenly remembered something, he looked back at the house where Yan Ruoming lived, and said, "We didn't seem to search for that one just now."

The bartender said, "What are you searching for? Our big cargo compartment can last half a year."

Chen Mo ran over with a gun in his hand and opened the door of that house.

They left in such a hurry that they only had time to take away the most important serum.

The centrifuge that he and Song Jian brought back with their lives was placed in a corner, and there were some paper documents and a hard drive scattered around.

Chen Mo picked up the hard drive and files and put them in his backpack.

In order to get these things, he almost died in the corpses again and again.

This is not what Yan Ruoming wants alone. Even if Yan Ruoming dies, Chen Mo can't let the materials he got through all the suffering fall here and become a pile of waste paper.

He took away the materials that Yan Ruoming had left here, and looked at the centrifuge with mixed emotions.

The scene in the hospital drifted by inadvertently, and Chen Mo suddenly remembered something was wrong.

There was not a single zombie on the second and third floors of that hospital.

All the corpses were in a state of natural death, without even the slightest sign of mutation.

Chen Mo suddenly wanted to go back to the hospital for another look, but he knew it was too dangerous.

If he really died in the hospital, what would grandpa do?

Can that unreliable weak chicken bartender take grandpa to the safe zone smoothly?

And Chen Mo... doesn't want to die.

His desire to survive is stronger than anyone else's. He wants to live very hard, and he will never rush to die for a moment of enthusiasm.

Chen Mo gave up the idea of ​​going back to the hospital, and ran quickly to the large truck that took them to the safe zone.

Although the large truck has only two seats, it is very spacious inside, and it will not be crowded when three people sit.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Chen Mo carefully studied the driving system of the large truck, poking here and there.

The bartender looked at Chen Mo's tentative look, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Four years ago...Chen Mo was still in junior high school...still a minor...

So... so...

The bartender asked cautiously, "Chen Mo."

Chen Mo started the truck and put it in gear: "Huh?"

The bartender said, "You don't have a truck license, do you?"

Chen Mo said, "Yes."

Before he finished speaking, he stepped on the accelerator, and the large truck rushed out of the transfer station with a roar.

Chen Mo had a childlike smile on his face: "I knew I could learn it!"

The truck was speeding, getting farther and farther away from the transfer station.

Chen Mo's eyes fell on the rearview mirror, which reflected the shrinking shadow of the transfer station in the distance.

He was stunned for a moment, as if in a trance, he saw a figure in the window on the second floor of the house where they lived.

The distant figure looked at him, but his twisted and decayed face seemed to be smiling at him.

There was a chill behind Chen Mo's back and he hurriedly shifted his gaze to the front.

But when he couldn't help but look at the rearview mirror again, he saw the ferocious face of a zombie close at hand in the rearview mirror.

The zombie was hanging on the car, howling at Chen Mo in the rearview mirror.

Chen Mo was taken aback, and hurriedly held the steering wheel with one hand, dropped a little of the car window, stretched out his hand, and shot and killed the zombie who didn't know when it was hanging on the car.

The zombie screamed and fell down.

Chen Mo took a deep breath and continued to drive forward.

The bartender asked, "What's wrong?"

Chen Mo said: "It's okay, a lone zombie was hung on our car just now, are there any rags or papers or something, I wiped the rearview mirror, it was splashed with blood."

Chen Mo drove north, but he didn't take the road that Liang Jianqiang drew on the map.

The bartender held a compass and a watch, and carefully recorded their walking route against the map. As he walked, he found that Chen Mo had gone astray: "Chen Mo, we went the wrong way."

Chen Mo said, "No, I'm going another way."

The bartender was stunned: "Huh?"

Chen Mo said: "Since everyone knows that the road to hell that Liang Jianqiang took is very dangerous, why do we still go there?"

The bartender said: "But we have no other way to go. Do you really want to take a detour to the northwest desert?"

Chen Mo said, "No."

The bartender said, "Then where are you going?"

Chen Mo said: "From the east, walk along the sea, and go directly into the mountains from the city."

The bartender was stunned: "Then do you still know the way? It's a primeval forest, no one has gone in for 80 or [-] years..."

Chen Mo said, "I know the way."

The bartender said, "But..."

The old man was closing his eyes to rest, and interrupted the bartender with a smile: "Don't make noise, let Momo go, his little brain is a living map, as long as you let him look at the map, even if he enters the deep mountains and old forests, he can Find your way."

Chen Mo has a natural and terrifying keen insight and calculation ability.

His perception of time and distance is terrifyingly accurate. No matter where he goes, he can remember how far he has traveled, how long it took him, and which direction he was heading for, without any calculation or recording at all.

He is a live navigation.

The truck gradually detoured to the east. Chen Mo knew that the tollbooth of the expressway would usually be blocked, so he began to skillfully get on and off the expressway from the side road, and drove past those small villages, just like he often drove along this road. same way.

Chen Mo looked at the road ahead, the long road was winding forward, and the gray mist enveloped the whole world, no one could see what the front looked like.

The scenery behind him gradually became distant, and Chen Mo remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to go home.

Jiushan County is just [-] kilometers away from the transfer station. Maybe he should visit and pick up an old thing so that he won't forget who he is.

But now they are far away from there.

Chen Mo put away the thought of going home, concentrated on driving, and sorted out the shape of the map in his mind.

In the northwest, in the power station on the edge of the desert, everyone has packed their luggage and is ready to go at any time.

Zhao Yan walked in with his travel bag, looked at Yan Ruoming who was lying on the bed, and grinned, "Dr. Yan, it's time to run for your life."

Yan Ruoming slowly raised his hand, looking at the back of his hand and palm.

The blue and black blood vessels under the white flesh showed the terrifying color of dying, and he saw the gray mist again, and saw Zhao Yan smiling at him through the mist.

Yan Ruoming took a deep breath and said softly, "Give me the last serum injection."

Zhao Yan opened the test tube expressionlessly, took out the serum inside, ruthlessly stuck it into Yan Ruoming's vein, and pushed it all in cruelly.

Yan Ruoming could no longer feel the pain.

He once thought that he would be the savior who could change his life against the sky, but now, he has no other room to struggle except quietly waiting for death.

The serum made Yan Ruoming feel better, and he slowly raised his head to look at Zhao Yan.

Wearing sunglasses, Zhao Yan grinned at him, revealing his bruised gums and rotten tongue.

Yan Ruoming took a deep breath and said softly, "When did it happen?"

Zhao Yan said, "It probably happened when Dr. Yan injected me with the zombie virus."

Yan Ruoming smiled wryly and closed his eyes: "I should have thought of that earlier."

That day, the zombie virus he injected into Zhao Yan was the original virus strain extracted from Professor Shen.

The extract of the most primitive virus strain, together with Chen Mo's serum, produced such unprecedented symptoms on Zhao Yan.

He didn't die from the infection, nor did he recover, but slowly mutated bit by bit while he was alive, his body became like a zombie, but his thoughts remained clearly in his mind.

Yan Ruoming never thought that the human body and the zombie virus could fit together in such a perfect way.

Cells continue to die and decay, and are constantly regenerated.

Is this the new world Professor Shen wants?

Build an army that will not die, he is the only king of this kingdom.

Yan Ruoming said, "Zhao Yan, do you think it's okay to be a zombie?"

Zhao Yan said: "Aside from the bad food, there is nothing wrong with it."

Yan Ruoming smiled lowly: "I'm going to die soon, Zhao Yan, if you don't want to end the doomsday, give Song Jian the half of the information and ask him to find a new savior. Then, kill me , don’t make me that lowly monster.”

Zhao Yan found the half of the documents from Yan Ruoming's bedside box.

They came out in such a hurry that they only had time to take some of the materials, and the rest and the hard disks taken out of the research institute had been forced to stay in the transfer station.

Zhao Yan flipped through the documents page by page, and asked with great interest, "Dr. Yan, are these things?"

Yan Ruoming nodded.

Zhao Yan said "oh", looked down at Yan Ruoming, smiled, took out the lighter and lit the document.

Yan Ruoming couldn't believe it and wanted to get up and grab the file back: "Zhao Yan!!!"

Zhao Yan threw the burning document on the ground, smiled and hugged Yan Ruoming's limp body: "Dr. Yan, I forgot to tell you. What I injected you with just now was not Chen Mo's serum, but Mine."

Yan Ruoming raised his head tremblingly, anger and despair had already sentenced him to death at this moment.

Zhao Yan took off his sunglasses and looked at Yan Ruoming with those gray eyes that belonged to zombies: "Dr. Yan, welcome to the new world."