Chapter 11 Born Optimist Dark Firefly

He is naturally an optimist, like the fireflies in the night. When the sun gets off work, he can also light up and entertain himself. But the current night is too dark. Even if there is light, what you see is only a strong steel wall and a sea of corpses and blood.

"Big boss, you should always know your name, right? Don't tell me that you don't even have a name. Isn't that similar to an animal? Xuan said with great sympathy.

Wu Shanyun flicked his forehead again. After a while, he finally remembered something and frowned and said, "I can't think of the name, but there is a number that is very familiar. It seems to be 2131314."

"How does it feel like the prisoner's number? Does this guy from the underground Colosseum really treat you and other slaves as livestock, and you are the 2131,314th pig in their pigsty? The little turtle didn't know how to feel when he was young, but he actually used this to make fun of a loser.

"Damn, I really crossed into the body of a pig. Then I am also the smartest pig in the world. Even if I cross into the body of a horse, I am the largest stallion in the world." Wu Shanyun counterattacked that as an owner, he should maintain his dignity. "Besides, I don't think you are a pet of a pig. How dare you laugh at me? Give me the quantum telescope on your head. What kind of glasses does a stupid turtle wear and pretend to be a college student?

Xuan obediently handed over the quantum telescope to Wu Shanyun. Wu Shanyun is now thinking about whether he can see the way through the quantum telescope and get himself out of this stinky "slaughterhouse" first.

Once, Wu Shanyun boasted in front of the queen, and he could ask for a way out with a sweet mouth. Now, he regrets that his intestines are clear.

Now, he has been completely lost in the maze of the world of reinforced concrete and does not know where he is at all. Through the quantum telescope, he found himself in a huge circular building, which looks like a chimney. In the middle is a circular site with a diameter of 10 kilometers, and its periphery is densely distributed with at least one million seats. Obviously, this circular venue is the so-called underground Colosseum, which is so large that it can accommodate millions of spectators at the same time.

Wu Shanyun couldn't help but be shocked that he could make a killing business full of crime and violence on such a scale. The Beiming family, which owns this underground Colosseum, will certainly not be a small role.

What surprised him even more was that the 20-story circular buildings under the audience were decorated like a zoo, full of steel cages, and the guards were as strict as prisons. The iron cages are lined up one by one. On the twenty floors, there must be at least thousands of iron rooms, in which each room is filled with beast fighters. These beast fighters wore uniform Chu yellow clothes, with a palm-sized nameplate on their chest, with a string of numbers on them.

Outside the iron cage, there are constantly patrols of guards driving human-shaped mecha. Many of these bastards are inhuman beings. Wu Shanyun saw with his own eyes a boring guard actually shooting at an iron cage with a shotgun, which scared the beast slaves inside hurriedly looking for a bunker.

Those poor children who didn't have time to find a bunker will die, and no one will say anything.

Under the whole Colosseum, all the passages are closed. Wushanyun searched with binoculars for a long time, and he couldn't find even a passage to the outside world. The only entrance and exit was the elevator to the round Colosseum...

"My god, I'm afraid it's more difficult to escape from this damn place than a blind turtle hitting the hole! Shit..." Wu Shanyun sighed helplessly.

Then, he turned his eyes outside the Colosseum, trying to find light and soothe the injured heart in the night. As a result, he not only did not find the light, but was lost deeper in the night.

He finally understood the meaning of the word "underground" in his mother's underground Colosseum, which really went to Grandpa. The underground Colosseum is in a real dungeon. Humans are much more powerful than mice. They actually dug such a huge hole in the ground. Wushan Cloud used a quantum telescope to see the end of this big hole all of a sudden.

Looking up at the sky above, there is no popcorn-like starry sky, no marshmallow-like white clouds, and there is only a dark pot lid. The top of the dungeon is a huge black pot. This black pot helps human beings carry the huge earth pressure from the earth, so that the "ground mice" under the black pot have room to breathe, and even occasionally have a sense of luxury of "looking up at the sky".

In the five directions of southeast, northwest and center, there is a "big pillar" up to a kilometer high, which not only supports the "black pot", but also a building with hundreds of floors. These five buildings are the dream place of the residents in the dungeon. It is the place where the dungeon elites work and have the best benefits in the dungeon. At the same time, these five buildings are also the five exits connecting the dungeon and the ground world. Outside the exit, there are the sun and rain and dew that the dungeon residents may not be able to reach for a lifetime.

The dungeon under the black pot also has the unexpected prosperity of Wushan Cloud. High-rise buildings with a height of more than 600 meters are squeaky and sticky. Each high-rise building is like an ant nest, which can accommodate thousands of "ground mice". The traffic in the dungeon is spread out within the height of these 600 meters, and there are hundreds of "traffic lines" from top to bottom.

These so-called "traffic lines" are actually just a network of lines paved with black lightweight metal lines. Walking on these lines is a means of transportation with two metal hooks on the roof, called shuttles. When the shuttle car runs on the line network, it adopts a very common magnetic levitation technology, and when it is separated from the line network, it needs to use energy stone to supply energy and operate the anti-gravity system to achieve a smooth "vertical take-off and landing".

Not everyone can afford to drive a shuttle in the dungeon. It is a symbol of identity and status. This kind of "flying car" that can float smoothly is not expensive, but it requires people with enough status to be allowed to buy it. The reason is very simple. The space in the dungeon is limited. If there are as many shuttles as dogs, the rats in the kennel will even have problems turning over.

The means of transportation for civilians is an airborne subway called a "bus can" by dungeon residents. The track of the air subway is not an iron track, but a transparent pipeline. This kind of pipeline, like an underground water pipe, is located in every corner of the city and occupies a small space, but the system is not generally complicated.

The airborne subway also uses magnetic levitation technology, but when it runs up and down in the pipeline, it needs to switch to the anti-gravity system. The reason why civilians call the air subway a "bus jar" is that it is too crowded to take this thing, and people have to squeeze themselves into the "can" like a sardines.

Supporting the operation of huge dungeons, they are naturally ubiquitous electric elves. Most of the sources of electricity are converted through geothermal energy. In this low-level rat nest, where can civilians get high-level energy such as energy crystals, let alone use energy converted into electricity?

However, the so-called geothermal energy, don't have too good reverie. When you hear these three words, you will think of hot springs or something. In the dark world, there is no hot spring, only a volcano that is ready to move. Do you want to soak in a hot spring? Go and soak magma!

Human beings build cities underground. In addition to opening up a larger living space, the greatest convenience lies in generating electricity with the help of magma thermal power from underground volcanoes. However, the underground volcano is like a giant beast. How can it stay quietly? Every time it ejects a few traces of Mars, it will kill thousands of lives.

In the "rat nest" supported by the big black pot, there are still no geothermal power stations. The elites working in the building will naturally not sit their buttocks on the volcano. Geothermal power stations are built under the real underground, where the poor and unsidents live and work. They work hard to generate electricity underground, exchange electricity for food and water to sustain their lives, and even the air needs to be exchanged for electricity. Can you believe it?

The place where they live is a real "mouse hole", which is not even qualified to be called a "mouse nest". It is almost a hole, just a home.

Looking at the place where the poor live and the working environment, you can understand how difficult life is. It is really a hell on earth.

Of course, Wu Shanyun was not in the mood to pay much attention to all this. He treated the underground and the sky equally, just swept by, and the rest of the time was used to scold his mother.

"Well, I thought it was an extremely wonderful thing to become a human being. There is no food, but the sunshine and air are at least free. Grandma, you bear, now I can't even bask in the sun." Wu Shanyun complained.

Then, he and the little tortoise began to study how to leave this ghost place. I don't know if the human construction technology is too superb. Wu Shanyun looked for a long time and didn't find a crack in this cold room. He suspected that if he stayed for a few more days, he would be suffocated to death. He finally climbed out of the body and finally had to lie down here.

"I said Xuan, you have always been a foodie. Didn't you always complain that the metal and stone were not enough to eat? Come on, now you are surrounded by mountains of food. It's time to show your foodie skills. Let's see if you can eat and wear this wall. Not to mention escape, at least make a hole to make me breathe. Wu Shanyun knocked weakly on the copper wall and iron wall, like a little resentful woman, and didn't even have the mind to ask for help.

"Big boss, don't say you're fat. You're gasping now. The air is limited. You can save it. You can take more breath, and you can take less." At this time, the turtle is still in the mood to laugh at Wushan Yun, which is called Wushan Yunqing.

Although the turtle burys its owner, it is not idle under its hands. The little turtle turned his claws into a mirror and turned them into a big drill, trying to drill a hole in the wall.

The squeak was accompanied by sparks, and Wu Shanyun looked at it with anticipation. However, soon the turtle gave up: the wall was too perverted. The little turtle drilled a hole for a long time, and finally only left a small hole with a thick thumb on the wall.

Two desperate poor guys leaned against the wall. Wu Shanyun said bitterly, "Forget it, forget it. It's fate. I just went back to greet the Queen and let her admit her mistake."

Although the tiger fell into Pingyang, this guy was still domineering. He actually had the courage to question the great queen and let the queen admit her mistake. It can only be said that the spirit of Wu Shanyun is commendable.