Question: What does a person need most when he is desperate?

"Me, me!"

"Teacher, click on me!"

"Classmate Luo Qi, you answer."

A boy with a voice as cheerful as a lark stood up and answered loudly: "It's hope!"

The teacher gave affirmation and appreciation, "Very good, are there any other answers?"

"Courage?"

"Yes, it takes a lot of courage to pick yourself up from a trough. Hmm, it's pretty good."

"Is it money? My father said that without money, we can't even eat."

"It's water. People can live for seven days without eating, but they can't live for three days without drinking water!"

There were various answers. In the corner of the classroom, there was a young man with fierce eyes sitting. He was incompatible with the atmosphere of the classroom and rejected these answers indifferently in his heart.

None of them are right.

What people need most when they are in despair is a hero.

Someone who can pull them out of hell——??Others!

"You must write your essay carefully today. It will be due tomorrow morning. get out of class is over!"

When he came home from school, the young man with fierce eyes saw a scene that surprised him slightly. The lively Luo Qi sat on the steps with a sunny smile, watching his friends push a classmate to the ground and humiliate him.

He just looked at it indifferently, as if he saw some scenery that made him slightly interested, then he looked away and left as if nothing had happened.

"Wilde, are you back?"

"You're back, you damn old woman." He muttered the last sentence in a low voice. He always lived a very depressed life in this family.

"Have the results been sent out? Bring them over and show them to me."

"It's in your schoolbag, and you can read it yourself."

The mother's tone immediately became stern: "I asked you to bring it to me!"

Wilde paused, and his mother roared: "Now!"

"1!2!"

Unspeakable annoyance emerged, and Wilde wanted to smash his schoolbag to pieces and slam the door shut with the force of locking it!

"..." Wilde silently took out the test paper and handed it to his mother.

The mother's demon-like expression softened slightly, and the softness only lasted for less than a moment before it twisted again and screamed: "Why did you only get more than seventy points on the exam?"

"Wilde, I should have said that you must go to law school. In this era, only lawyers have a way out. Doctors, you are not that good. Can't you learn things by rote? Why don't you work hard enough? Why don't you go home?

Haven’t you studied yet?”

"That's because you're scolding me."

Wilde only dared to think about it in his heart. He did not dare to show even a trace of sarcasm and neglect on his face. If he dared to do so, his endless complaints would turn into **** curses!

Don't underestimate his mother. This fierce woman beat away her father - yes, generally speaking, men are the ones who engage in domestic violence, but facts have proven that women are also prone to violence.

Maybe that's the case. Wilde didn't understand his mother either. He couldn't remember her birthday, and the other party couldn't remember his own birthday.

In order to escape her crazy work, her father would not go home for many months. This woman had no warmth at all. She restrained Wilde and turned her words into ropes to force him to keep moving forward!

······The above are Wilde’s own understanding and feelings.

Sometimes... no, often, this woman will show her weak side, her shoulders that are broader than men will slump, covering her face and crying, saying that she just hopes that Wilde can live a happy life, everything

It’s all for your own future!

future······

Such a distant word, as if it is beyond the reach of imagination.

The future Wilde wanted was to escape from his mother.

Wilde's eyes were red and he huddled in the bed, clenching his fists tightly. He wanted to realize this ideal now!

The day after the idea took shape, Wilde was called into the office.

"Wilde, you didn't turn in your essay yesterday, what's the matter?" the teacher asked gently and seriously.

"Didn't you do it?"

"Um."

The teacher noticed his absent-mindedness and sighed, "Tell the teacher, why?"

Wilde didn't know why, but he couldn't hold back and told the truth: "Teacher, I want to escape from my current life!"

"I want to be a hero!"

The teacher looked at the boy's face calmly and said seriously: "There are no heroes in a peaceful life."

"You are not fit to be a hero, Oscar Wilde."

Just when Wilde was disappointed, the teacher's next words made him overjoyed: "But if you insist, I know an acquaintance who can help you. Let me state in advance that this is very dangerous, but you only have the chance to quit on the first try.

, don’t forget it.”

"Who is the teacher's acquaintance?"

"You should have heard of their names, but you don't know their specific names. They are a legion that protects the light and glory of mankind...a group of dark night heroes."

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Wilde walked into the huge training ground with a shocked look on his face. People passing by him looked at him frequently. Those people looked very scary.

Wilde was a little scared, but the teacher just gave him an address and said that if he didn't even have the courage, he should just be a commoner.

"What should I do and who should I go to?"

The confused Wilde walked forward and suddenly saw a group of young people with a similar temperament to him. He mustered up the courage to walk up and got behind the group.

The instructor glanced at him, said nothing, and acquiesced to his joining, "Next, let's do the screening test!"

The tall and muscular man pointed to the guarded room behind him with a cold expression: "The content is very simple. Anyone who blindfolds himself and walks out from the other side of the room will pass."

Some support staff took a piece of paper and skillfully put it on the students. Someone tried to pull it and found that it was stuck to the face and did not move at all!

"The glue will automatically dissolve after five minutes. The eye mask is a high-precision electromagnetic chip that will automatically sense it. If you take it off, you will be eliminated! Now line up and walk in!"

Wilde couldn't see anything. He was a little excited. He was soon pushed from behind. With an unstoppable smile on his face, he groped forward. As long as he walked out of this room, he would have a chance to become a hero.

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Wilde successfully walked out of the black fog. He took off his blindfold and found that there were only four people left around him. Two of them had gloomy and terrible expressions, as if something terrible had happened to them.

Wilde also noticed that there were conspicuous wounds on their faces, consistent with the locations where the blindfolds were attached...

"Congratulations on passing the test." The instructor's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"From now on, you are a part of here. Your identity will be reviewed and submitted. In the next period, you will need to go through a month of training. After completing the first task..."

Wilde couldn't help but ask: "Instructor, where are the others?"

The man looked at him deeply, and the hollow look in his eyes made his hair stand on end!

"Only two kinds of people can pass the test, one is the capable and the other is the lucky. There are only two kinds of people, without exception."

The name of this special army is the key, which keeps secrets and seals the truth.

The gatekeeper of the black room came over and took the list from his hand while chatting: "I don't know how many can be converted this time."

The instructor said calmly: "Even if it's just one, it's good. The front line is already tight. You won't be able to see me in a while."

Gatekeeper: "...Sooner or later, things here will be exposed one day, but then, everyone will take the initiative to use it, haha, they have no choice."

"Have you heard about the Legion's new plan?"

"Of course, the people above are getting along very well with the "Joker" now, and they have started to make more ideas... I won't approve of their approach, but I can't deny it, because we know better than anyone else.

many."

"Then so be it, comrade."

The instructor and the gatekeeper shook hands vigorously. They had already seen the messenger. He brought the recruitment letter for the front line, which was also a death notice!

"Farewell, comrade."

"May the glory of mankind last forever!"

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What despair, sadness and faith!

In the dark room, only the blood stains on the walls and ceiling still existed. Even washing with a high-pressure water gun every day could not completely remove these traces.

The key is dirty, and the reality is so cruel that it is unacceptable. Maybe he has never been here... or staying in that dark room forever is the best ending for Wilde.
Chapter completed!