Let's fight!Mary Sue

It was night—the broad street was brightly lit and full of voices.But in the dense crowd, a child with platinum blonde hair, about four years old, was walking straight forward with his head down.

Suddenly, a sudden change occurred.A group of unidentified people rushed out, massacred, and shot... There was a sound of wailing everywhere, and the bright flowers from the other side of hell bloomed in people's hearts one after another.

But what is strange is that the little boy seemed to know nothing, kept his head down, and walked straight forward like this. The bullets seemed to pass by one after another on purpose, and the splash The air scoured the boy's bangs.

The boy kept walking like this, and no one stepped forward to stop him.Until——another group of people in uniform appeared, and it didn't take long to subdue that group of people.

But when they saw the blood-spattered little boy with an expressionless face, they couldn't help but looked at each other.One of them ran up to what appeared to be the leader, but a strangely ununiformed figure.

Hearing the sound, the man looked up in the boy's direction, his eyes lit up, and he walked towards the boy.

"Hey! Kid, do you want to go home with me?" He said with a mean smile, like a strange sorghum who kidnapped and sold children.

Of course, our protagonist, that is, the little boy, finally raised his head and kept lowering his head, revealing a pair of blue eyes as clear as the sky, fixed his eyes, as if he was looking at something, and then slowly He stretched out a hand to the strange sorghum who abducted him.

The strange Shushu looked at it, it was terrible, he could clearly see how many yellow teeth there were in that mouth.Immediately, I couldn't wait to stretch out my calloused but generous warm hands, wrapped those white and tender little hands, and walked towards home.I don't know how many people's eyes were blinded by that mean smile along the way.

The boy followed the man without saying a word. 027 is not stupid. For some reason, his body shrunk and his strength dropped greatly, which greatly reduced his personal survival ability. Since there is a person who is willing to let him eat and drink for free, why not do it?

Follow the man back home.The house is not big, but small, and it can be seen at a glance that it is the kind of bachelor's house.

The man led the boy to sit down on the sofa, turned around and went into the kitchen. When he came out, he already had a cup of steaming warm water in his hand.

After stuffing the water in the boy's hand, he spoke the first sentence in the long silence: "Little guy, my name is Byron Joyce, what's your name?"

The boy didn't answer immediately, but just quietly looked at the warm water in his hand, and remained silent for a long time...

Just when Byron thought the boy could not understand what he said, the boy said at this moment: "My name is zero."

"zero" zero?How could someone be called that name? !It seems... "It seems that you want to start a beautiful new life with me. Do you want to abandon the past and start from scratch? But zero is too ugly, so let me start from scratch. A name, um... what would it be?" Byron looked around, trying to come up with a nice name for the boy.

Inadvertently, I saw the little skylark flying past the window. "Skylark, ok, how about just Arnold?"

The boy didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

This made the old guy so happy, he stood up as soon as he slapped his thigh, and put on that smile that made people want to kick him hard when he saw him, "By the way, I have to help Arnold prepare Hot water, I need to find some clothes..."

The boy, no, it should be Arnold, watching the man named Byron busy up and down with a blank face, the corner of his mouth inadvertently hooked slightly.

Arnold knew that this man was actually not simple. The thick calluses on his hands, the aura of the leader, and the thick breath of blood could not be covered up by a piece of cheap.

But Arnold still followed this man because his intuition told him that this man was not malicious, and it would be good to believe in that so-called sixth sense once in a while?

Regarding the name issue, Arnold said that he was innocent. He is 027, and the abbreviated name is zero. That old man's imagination is too rich... However, Arnold-seems to be good.