Pale Silence

Chapter 73

Chen Mo struggled to wake up from the hallucination, tied his waist with a rope, picked up his gun and jumped down from the second floor.

Sweeping the gun at the main gate of the school, a large amount of blue mist exploded, causing the zombies all over the ground to scream and avoid. Chen Mo took the opportunity to rush in, relying on the vague perception in the hallucination, to the teaching building on the left. run wildly.

If he remembered correctly, Shen Hewen should be... probably on the fourth floor of the teaching building on the left.

Shen Hewen will leave, but not too far.

This is his last chance.

Shen Hewen already knew their routine, and they would no longer be able to use this method to find Shen Hewen's whereabouts in the future.

If Shen Hewen is allowed to leave this time...

Chen Mo's heart was secretly cold.

Zombies will not die or disappear, and the surviving humans can only live in endless fear day after day.

But where did Song Jian go at such an urgent time!

Song Jian didn't go anywhere, he stood beside Shen Hewen, his consciousness fell into the new world of zombies.

He could hear the call in his ear, and he knew he should wake up soon.

But he couldn't break free from the white mist around him, so he could only follow the wandering corpses and walk forward, walking around Shen Hewen's throne, quietly watching this crazy god.

Shen Hewen overlooked his kingdom with a smile, his kind eyes fell on Song Jian, and said with a smile: "Song Jian."

Song Jian said: "You were already researching this kind of thing in the Yan Group's laboratory?"

Shen Hewen said: "Yes, you often passed by that laboratory and helped me dispose of the failed garbage."

Song Jian said: "I should have called the police at that time and let you be arrested and put in prison."

Shen Hewen smiled: "Song Jian, it's been 15 years. The world has been destroyed for 15 years. You haven't come out yet, and you haven't forgotten the ridiculous order of the old world."

Song Jian said: "You created the doomsday just to fight against the so-called order?"

Shen Hewen said: "Song Jian, you grew up in the black street, and you have been in the detention center since you were young. Do you like this order? It confines you, suppresses you, and prevents you from being yourself. What you want to do prevents you from being who you want to be. You have to live in a cage all your life, in chains forever.”

Song Jian said: "Humans are imprisoned by each other. Even if there are no rules and order, we will still be bound and affected. You created the doomsday, let zombies occupy the world, became the new creator, and became the king of this world." .Are you free? Do you really feel free now?"

Shen Hewen looked at Song Jian gloomyly, and after a long time, laughed hoarsely: "Song Jian... Song Jian... Why did the Yan Group let you be a bodyguard back then? You should have joined our plan long ago , that way, this plan will definitely be more perfect and powerful.”

Song Jian said: "Shen Hewen, you are the one who never came out."

Chen Mo used bullets to break through a large number of corpses and rushed into the teaching building.

This time, he brought enough bullets, unscrupulously killed a bloody path, rushed in frantically, and went straight to Shen Hewen's hiding place.

But there are too many zombies in the teaching building, even if they don't attack him, they will block his way.

Besides, zombies are not afraid, not afraid of death.

The things about themselves in their minds have long been completely cleared, only the orders given to them by the corpse king are left, and that is everything to them.

Chen Mo fired up a box after another of bullets. He was a little anxious, and rushed up furiously, but was squeezed down by a large number of zombies.

He no longer has the heart to think about how many injuries he has suffered, and those wounds are no longer important at this time.

He had to rush forward, he had to make a break with Shen Hewen.

Chen Mo's shoulder and arm were bitten by zombies, and the virus invaded his body. After several injections, his body no longer had such strong immunity, and Chen Mo began to get infected.

There were hideous corpses in front of him, but a thick gray mist drifted past.

The illusion of zombies and the real world were mixed together, Chen Mo could only shoot instinctively, charge forward, shoot, and continue to charge forward.

He saw Shen Hewen's throne, but he couldn't tell whether it was real or not.

He raised his gun and fired wildly.

The dense fog in front of him inadvertently dissipated, and he was still crowded on the stairs by the crowd of corpses.

Chen Mo raised his leg and kicked away the zombie in front of him, and continued to rush to the third floor alone.

A large number of zombie viruses were running around in his body, and before he was awake for a moment, the illusion came again.

He saw his father, standing among the corpses, looking at him with dull gray eyes, that face still remained the same as it was more than ten years ago, but it was no longer alive.

Chen Mo ruthlessly shot his father.

The blue mist exploded in front of him, and Chen Mo regained consciousness again, roaring and rushing forward.

Song Jian saw Chen Mo in Shen Hewen's world, and he wanted to rush over, but Chen Mo had already disappeared into the corpses and thick fog.

Song Jian looked back at Shen Hewen and said, "You don't have to try to infect Chen Mo anymore, he is a natural antibody, and he will never become your zombie puppet."

Shen Hewen said: "Song Jian, don't you want him to come? You can't go back anymore."

Song Jian turned his head abruptly, and there was a mirror in front of him, reflecting his appearance in the mirror.

His eyes were gray and his skin was miserable.

The blood vessels in the arms and neck were a terrifying blue-black color, trembling ferociously under the skin.

Has he... Has he completely mutated...

Song Jian closed his eyes, forced to accept this fact with a wry smile.

Ever since he injected himself with the zombie virus, Song Jian had already foreseen this ending.

Brutal, but not unprepared.

Although Qin Wei and the others have developed enough antiviral drugs, no one can tell what the infection mechanism of the zombie virus is.

Once, twice, three times, repeated infection, repeated treatment, there may be too many accidents in the middle.

From the moment he made up his mind to be a human flesh navigator, Song Jian was already ready to face death.

He wrote the suicide note, ordered everything, kissed the one he loved, and left behind all his thoughts about this world.

Chen Mo has grown up and no longer needs his command and teaching, and he can live well without his protection.

Some are unwilling, some are reluctant, some are painful, but not all of them are hopeless sadness.

At least...at least the end of the world, it's finally coming to an end.

Song Jian felt that his thoughts were withdrawn from his mind bit by bit, and his memory gradually blurred.

What was left was Chen Mo's youthful appearance.

Silent, thin, and shy, his dirty little face was tense, but it was as clean as a wisp of white cloud drifting across the sky.

In such a chaotic world, only Baiyun is still clean.

But from that day on, there was a ray of clean and extreme light in Song Jian's world.

A taciturn little thing began to busy around him, like a well-behaved kitten and a gentle little wife.

Song Jian looked at Shen Hewen again, the pain and reluctance slowly flowed through his heart, but what was left was a ray of joy that the scheme had succeeded.

Chen Mo rushed up to the floor where Shen Hewen was.

There were densely packed zombies.

Chen Mo didn't have many bullets left. He didn't know if he could prevent himself from being eaten by the corpses before rushing to Shen Hewen.

He fell into an illusion again, and faced Shen Hewen in a thick gray fog.

Standing beside Shen Hewen was Song Jian who disappeared in the middle of the night.

Chen Mo shouted hastily: "Song Jian!"

Song Jian stood there motionless, his gray eyes rolled blankly, and he had basically lost consciousness.

Chen Mo was covered in scars, staggering and trying to pass, his heart ached with tears: "No... no... Song Jian... how could you mutate... you won't mutate...you have gone through so many treatments...you How could it mutate!!! Song Jian!!!"

Shen Hewen stood beside Chen Mo, looking down at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo held the unconscious Song Jian in his arms, frantically inspecting Song Jian's whole body, but still refused to believe the fact that Song Jian had mutated.

He wanted to take out anti-infective medicine for Song Jian, but this is not reality, it is Shen Hewen's illusion, he has nothing, no weapons and no medicine, there is no way to save Song Jian, only a pair of arms can hold him tightly. Hugging his dead lover, growling and letting the tears fall.

Powerless.

It turned out that in the end, he was still powerless about everything.

Song Jian chose to find Shen Hewen by injecting the zombie virus, but he did not stop him.

Song Jian's condition was not good, but he did not replace Song Jian.

Song Jian disappeared, his first reaction was still to blame, to resent, to find out the old account books, and complain in his heart how many times Song Jian had left him.

He thought he had grown up, he thought he was already a mature leader.

He'll protect everyone, and he'll make all the best decisions.

But he did nothing.

He promised to start again with Song Jian, and he promised Song Jian to put flowers on the windowsill.

But why...why couldn't he refuse Song Jian's suggestion to kill him like a mature person, or discover Song Jian's abnormality earlier.

Song Jian has never recovered. Since the first injection of the zombie virus to find Shen Hewen's location, Song Jian's condition has been very bad.

Why didn't he find out earlier, why didn't he force Song Jian to stay with Qin Wei!

When he woke up alone in the dark night and was chased by zombies and staggered for his life, he never thought that Song Jian had mutated into a zombie. Like all zombies, he had lost his mind, leaving only an empty body. body.

He even... didn't explain it to Song Jian, didn't beat Song Jian hard, and didn't respond to that sneaky kiss in the dark night.

Tears flowed down in the illusion, and Chen Mo, who lived in the real world, took up his gun with tears in his eyes, and rushed towards the end of the corridor with wild strafing.

But he couldn't make it through, he couldn't even make it through.

Countless zombies crowded in this teaching building, trying to bite his flesh while dying in the blue mist, making it difficult for him to move forward, and it was impossible for him to get closer to the front.