Pale Silence

Chapter 55 Weapons

The side effects of the medicine tore Song Jian's skin, and those new and old scars were slowly cracking in pain.

A white light flashed in front of Chen Mo's eyes amidst the blood all over the floor, but he quickly recovered and hoarsely yelled at the doctor: "Help me! Draw blood! Draw my blood quickly! Help!!!"

It turned out that ten years had been in a trance, and he had never walked out of the fortress and cage that Song Jian had given him.

At this moment, he seemed to be that young man who was easy to deceive, as long as Song Jian said a word, he could die for it.

But Song Jian looked at him, shook his head, and said in a low voice: "Momo, be obedient, don't look."

Chen Mo didn't know how he survived that day.

Song Jian has too many scars.

Especially on the back, the back of the positive film is covered with hideous scars, making people dare not think about what he has experienced.

But Chen Mo knew that he was very familiar with every scar on Song Jian's back.

In the old city, when he was hiding in the small clinic, he was the one who changed Song Jian's medicine every day. The fragrance of the medicine mixed with the smell of millet porridge, and the old man's crooked body was cooking on a small stove in another house.

The days flowed silently in a smoky silence, and the wound on Song Jian's back slowly healed under his fingers, turning into a large hideous scar, which was left by Song Jian to save him.

This person, who doesn't love him that much, can always save him with all his might.

Song Jian's blood was all over Chen Mo's palm. He was pushed out of the door by the doctors, and he stood in the corridor blankly, looking at the door.

He didn't know what to do with Song Jian.

He knew that he was still struggling with the lump that was thrown down.No matter how long time passes, the despair of being abandoned will still ache in my heart.

He is not the most important in Song Jian's heart, at least... at least... never as important as Yan Ruoming.

But in this world, Song Jian is already the only one who can die for him.

Going around, they were still in the same place, and no one got out of the painful cycle.

I don't know how long it took before Song Jian's situation stabilized.

Qin Wei opened the door, took off her mask to Chen Mo, took a deep breath, and said, "Song Jian survived."

Chen Mo heaved a sigh of relief and nodded, "I'm sorry to trouble you." He took out a card with bloody fingers and handed it over, "This is my card. You can eat here and buy some clothes with this card. The authority is very high, you can enter and exit the safe area at will, but I advise you not to go out."

Qin Wei didn't take the card, but said: "The experimental drug has taken effect on Song Jian, which shows that our research direction is right. Chen Mo, are you willing to help us continue our research?"

Chen Mo looked up at Qin Wei.

His gaze was neither cold nor aggressive, just looking at Qin Wei indifferently.

Under such gaze, Qin Wei involuntarily took half a step back, she actually felt a little scared.

Chen Mo said: "The person lying inside is very important to me. I can do anything to save him. But, Doctor Qin, I don't like being a guinea pig on the laboratory table. If you have other needs, You can find me in the gun tower."

After speaking, Chen Mo left the hospital with a gun on his back.

When they first came to the safe zone, Chen Mo and the old man were arranged in a collective dormitory in the residential area.

Later, the old man's health gradually deteriorated, and he lived in the hospital for the convenience of taking care of him. Because of his good eyesight, Chen Mo was often arranged to inspect the blockhouse, so he simply lived in the small house above the blockhouse.

This place is far away from the residential area and the busy city. Near the gate, only the whistling wind can be heard every night.

Chen Mo stood on the gun tower with a gun in his hand, silently looking at the distant mountains.

Over the years, he has never found the initial infected body that Yan Ruoming had mentioned, nor the Brother He Wen mentioned in the old man's letter.

He had inquired about cell regeneration technology, but too much time had passed, and too few people knew about it. Only an old woman said vaguely that when her wife was hospitalized, there was an old doctor named Shen Hewen who advised her to use it for her husband. A new technology, but useless, the doctor disappeared.

Chen Mo struggled to piece together an image from the scattered pieces of information.

There was an old man named Shen Hewen who was Yan Ruoming's teacher. He researched cell regeneration technology but produced zombies. He was the initial infected body.

So where will this Shen Hewen be?

In the past few years, Chen Mo led the team to run around, not only to search for supplies and personnel, but also to find the initial infected body that Yan Ruoming said.

But he never found it until this time, when he saw Zhao Yan who still kept his sanity after the corpse change.

Everything seems to have a breakthrough.

But Zhao Yan and his zombie army were really too strong, so strong that they were powerless to fight, so they could only flee in a hurry.

Unless... unless the scientific research team that made them risk their lives to rescue them can really create a drug that is powerful against zombie viruses.

The picture of Song Jian's whole body covered in blood appeared before his eyes again.

Chen Mo painfully pushed away those pictures, and concentrated on observing the rolling hills in the distance.

That mountain forest...would it be the headquarters of the zombies?

Chen Mo desperately wants to end all of this. Only when the world returns to normal can love and hate sit down and sort out the clues slowly.

Now... everything is chaotic.

Morality, value, love, everything can no longer be measured by the concepts of the old world.

Confused, he shot and killed a spider zombie trying to touch it.

Early the next morning, Chen Mo went to the hospital again. He was so panicked that he almost lost his mind yesterday, and he didn't even have time to ask what happened to Song Jian.

Because of what happened yesterday, Qin Wei felt a little embarrassed seeing Chen Mo.

Chen Mo didn't respond. He walked in indifferently, glanced at Song Jian on the bed, and asked, "How is he?"

A doctor said: "The initial reaction was a bit strong, but it has stabilized now, and we think it will be successful this time. It's just... just that the side effects of the drug need to be reduced a bit, so that it can be used on a large scale."

Chen Mo said: "What do you need? Instruments, medicines, raw materials, as long as you need everything, make a list, and I will go out and bring it back for you."

The doctor said: "We wrote it last night!"

As he said that, he stuffed a stack of paper into Chen Mo's hands, on which were written the things they needed, medicines, instruments, substitutes, and even drew a schematic diagram for fear that Chen Mo wouldn't understand, and these were marked on the back Where can things be found, very careful and considerate.

Chen Mo put it in the bag after taking a look, and said, "I'm leaving tomorrow, is there anything else?"

Qin Wei couldn't help but said, "Don't you stay a few days longer and wait for Song Jian to wake up?"

Chen Mo glanced at Qin Wei and said, "What I can do is to find enough materials for you as much as possible, and help you to research results as soon as possible."

At this time, a doctor in the corner suddenly jumped out and carefully handed a box of things to Chen Mo. The bald man in his 50s called his elder brother one by one: "Brother Chen, can you help me experiment with this by the way?" thing?"

Chen Mo asked, "What is this?"

The doctor said, "Bomb, concentrated drug bomb."

The doctor carefully picked up a small bead and explained to Chen Mo: "There are two layers inside, one is the liquid after the medicine is concentrated, and the other is the pro-volatile agent. Just add a little more explosives, and it will be released in the air. A lot of volatilization. We dare not get close to living zombies, so we have never tried how effective this thing is."

Chen Mo was very interested in this gadget, took the box of small bombs and carefully put them in his bag, and said, "I will try it and write a trial report for you."

The doctor said, "One more thing, Brother Chen."

Chen Mo asked, "Huh?"

The doctor said cautiously: "We are not sure whether this drug is harmful to normal people. You should be careful when using it..."

Chen Mo nodded, turned and left the hospital.

He wants to lead the team out immediately, and no one in the safe zone is very willing.

First of all, Chen Mo was seriously injured when he went out last time, and he needs time to recover and rest, and there are fewer and fewer living people and resources outside. I don't want my subordinates to go out to kill.

But Chen Mo was very firm.

He said: "We must fully cooperate with the research of the scientific research team. Their drugs have been proven to save people injured by zombies. We need more stable and powerful drugs."

Several managers in the safety zone looked at each other and looked at their boss together.

The boss looked at Chen Mo with a sullen face: "I have the patience to wait a few days in the safe zone, but I don't want to see my most capable men die outside."

Chen Mo calmly took out the box of drug bombs: "What about this? This is a biochemical weapon for research on zombie viruses, and it is still a semi-finished product."

The eyes of everyone in the room lit up.

Chen Mo said: "If this technology can be successful and energy-produced, maybe...we can really take back our world...what if?"

There is no one who does not yearn for the world that once was.

Although the safe zone is relatively stable, in such a civilization that is struggling to develop under the siege of zombies, everyone is only living on barely sufficient food and clothing.

There are only crude factories, and the way everyone guards here still relies on the guns and ammunition left over from the old world.

They need to take back a larger land, and they need to regain the civilizational heritage of the human world.

With heavy weapons that are absolutely lethal to zombies, they can boldly walk out of the safe zone, live in the sun, and get in touch with other surviving camps.

And... to become a dominant existence in the newly-born civilized world.

How can power and freedom keep people from moving?

Everyone will fight for it.

When Chen Mo went out this time, he brought a lot of weapons.

He refused too many people to follow.

If you don't adapt to the outside situation, following him will only become a burden.

Moreover, Chen Mo had a premonition that Zhao Yan would definitely find him again when he went out this time, and the people who followed him would be more dangerous than going out by himself.

He must bring those who are strong enough and have a tacit understanding.

He divided the box of drug bombs, one for each member of the team.

The usage is very simple, if you are surrounded by zombies, just throw it on a hard object.The glass shell is easy to break, if you are worried, you can shoot another shot at this little thing.

No one knows how useful it will be, even if it is to leave a little hope of survival for myself.

When Chen Mo led the team to leave, Song Jian was still asleep on the bed.

Qin Wei said that Song Jian's body healed very quickly, and the next time he was injured and injected with medicine, he should not have such a serious physical reaction again.

Chen Mo didn't express his opinion, but calmly asked Qin Wei to take care of Song Jian and speed up the research.

Qin Wei turned off the walkie-talkie, and looked helplessly at the open-eyed person lying on the hospital bed: "Did you hear that? He treats you very politely, without any personal emotions."

Song Jian lay on the bed with a hoarse voice, a little anxious: "How long will it take me to recover?"

Qin Wei said: "Ten days, or a month, depends on your own recovery speed."

Song Jian said, "I'm not worried."

Qin Wei said: "I heard that for the past ten years, Chen Mo has been leading a team to search for supplies and survivors outside, and everyone is very relieved of him."

Song Jian was silent for a while, and said: "Because every time he encounters any situation, he will habitually sacrifice himself to protect other people."

Qin Wei was taken aback.

Song Jian took a deep breath and said, "I should protect him. If no one protects him, he will protect others without hesitation, and he doesn't know how to hide even if he is injured."

This is Chen Mo's nature.

Perhaps because he had lost too much, Chen Mo would always take on the most dangerous jobs and go to the most dangerous places by himself before everyone else.

Even in the past, Chen Mo was just a kid who had just learned how to use a gun. When going out with a group of veterans, he would rush to the forefront and plunge into the pile of zombies without fear, like a desperate little lunatic.

Song Jian lay on the bed, feeling that his weak body regained the strength he should have bit by bit.

He needs to get better soon.

Chen Mo is already indifferent to him. If he doesn't hurry up and seize the opportunity to cultivate a relationship, there will really be no future.

The convoy is ready to go.

Chen Mo naturally planned to drive ahead, but was stopped by Fang Yingchen.

The little girl confidently stopped Chen Mo who was walking towards the driver's seat: "Brother Chen, you can't drive."

Chen Mo said, "Then who will lead the team?"

Fang Yingchen said: "You still have a fever, it's considered fatigue driving, it's not safe."

Chen Mo said, "Do you know the way?"

Fang Yingchen said confidently, "Know your way."

Chen Mo didn't force it, and sat on the co-pilot with his eyes closed and rested his mind: "Call me if there is a special situation, remember to arrange for someone to clean up the zombies in front, it will be very troublesome to hit them."

The convoy slowly left the safety zone.

Fang Yingchen looked at Chen Mo with her eyes closed and rested beside her, and she was muttering in her heart.

She was really curious about the relationship between Chen Mo and the tall man brought back by them.

But Chen Mo obviously didn't intend to take the initiative to chat with her about the past, and she was too embarrassed to ask directly.

Fang Yingchen was full of gossip, and couldn't find out from Chen Mo, so she planned to ask Song Jian directly next time when she went back.

After all, Song Jian seemed much more talkative than Chen Mo.