There are many entrances to the dungeons of District 11.

Most of them are in an abandoned building. Just follow the elevator down to the ground floor of the parking lot and find the pipes and stairs connected by the broken walls to enter the dungeon.

However, if you want to drive a locomotive, you have to go in from a certain place. For example, a branch road dug in a tunnel or a transport channel in an abandoned mine.

And as soon as you enter, the sunlight disappears overhead, replaced by dim lights. Turbid air with low oxygen levels and a dark, damp environment. From time to time, a deafening roar and vibration can be heard, which is the sound of the subway passing by or the underground environment system of the space city.

The entire dungeon, in fact, is an accessory to the superstructure of the city. It took a long time to form.

At that time, human beings originated from the earth and immigrated to space, but there were very few natural immigrant planets that could be found in the same environment as the earth.

Therefore, the immigrant planets of the Galactic Republic today have all undergone environmental and climate modification in the later stage.

But even so, humans are not fully adapted, and can only live in cities with climate regulation and environmental balance systems.

The system is a huge hemispherical light curtain.

The light curtain provides the right temperature, air and purified water for the people inside, and protects against the natural harsh climate of these planets on the outside.

For example, at the end of summer and winter, there is a terrifying storm.

The storm swept through the mud and sand, sweeping through the millions of square kilometres, and without the protection of the subsistence system, human beings would not have survived the storm.

Another example is the famous Thunder Star. Its specialty is the endless thunderstorms.

Standing on the world-famous observation deck of Wutong City, the capital of the Heavenly Thunder Star, looking through the light curtain of the environmental system, you can see thousands of lightning like a forest composed of light, which is extraordinarily magnificent!

However, while the environmental system of life protection protects people, it also restricts them.

Compared to those races that have already gotten rid of this shackle in the evolutionary journey of life, the galactic human race living on the immigrant planet is like a plant in a greenhouse or a goldfish in a fish tank!

This is the generational gap of civilizations.

This is also the reason why the Galactic Terrans have such a low status in the Star Alliance and such a depressed economy.

What can a tank of goldfish do?

Who wants to work with a tank of goldfish, or who would treat a tank of goldfish as equals?

Back then, the Galactic Republic pressed all the divine graces to exchange for biological nail technology, and because of this.

It is no exaggeration to say that if it weren't for this technology, which enabled human beings to go to some places that they couldn't go before, and to do things that human beings couldn't do in their current state of life, I'm afraid that the galactic human beings would not even have the lowest qualifications to participate in cosmic cooperation.

People can only hope that one day in the future, human beings will be able to follow the path left by the Tianxing World, the Tianyuan Star Clan, from quantitative change to qualitative change, to the day when life evolution will finally get rid of the shackles. Only then will the Galactic Humans truly take control of their own destiny.

Of course, these are too far away.

The reality is that not only do humans can't do without the fish tank of the living environment system, but many people can't even afford to use the fish tank.

You must know that a city's survival and environmental protection system, whether it is the main public system or the private subsystem of the space city, and whether it is operation or update and maintenance, it requires a lot of resources and money.

But obviously, it won't be free.

Over the past millennium, in order to maintain this common living environment, human society has formed a set of extremely perfect systems ensured by laws.

According to the Act, everyone must pay taxes on the resources they enjoy. This includes air, water, food, medical care, roads, minerals and even sunlight.

Of course, taxation is also hierarchical.

The more you enjoy it, the better, and the higher the taxes you pay. Otherwise, the lower.

For example, if you live in the upper echelons of a space city, where there is plenty of sunlight and fresh air filtered through the protective cover, you will inevitably pay more taxes than the lower class residents who are blocked by the sun and endure dust and abandonment.

For example, you are the owner of a business.

Then the resources consumed by the products you produce, and the resources occupied by the people you employ, will inevitably have to pay more taxes.

In the good economic years, all this was nothing.

And once the economy is in recession and many people can't even find a job, every breath of air they take and a minute they don't enjoy the climate conditioning system will become an unbearable cost of living.

This led to the emergence of dungeons.

As an adjunct to the city, the dungeon is like a trash can next to a restaurant.

What people enjoy here is only the scraps of the city's public system, and even some of the private environmental systems of the space city will also discharge the exhaust gas and sewage into the ground.

No one will tax trash cans, and at the same time, this is a place where the light of the law does not shine.

Initially, the people who lived in the underworld were homeless homeless people, or some unsightly criminals.

They set up a shack in a tunnel and made a simple bed to make a home, or they used it as a hallucinogen factory, a casino, or through the extensive subway tunnels, sewers, and pipelines to smuggle or transport shady things.

And as the number of people increased, the underworld began to expand as the black trade interests of the underworld began to attract some organized forces or owners of above-ground buildings.

One passage after another was opened, and the underground parts of one building after another were developed. The result was the current dungeon.

After entering the dungeon, Xia Bei carried rouge and walked around in the alleyway, and soon arrived at a small square in the dungeon converted from an abandoned subway station.

Song Kee steamed pot chicken is here.

Xia Bei remembered that when he first moved to District 11, Song Ji Steam Pot Chicken was still not far from the apartment.

Later, the ground became more and more deserted, coupled with the high cost of rent, taxes and the urban environment, the owner Lao Song simply moved the store to the dungeon. His steamy chicken tastes good and is cheap, but it is very popular in the underground world, and business is even better than when it is on the ground.

Of course, this has something to do with Lao Song's burly and sturdy figure and his friendship with underground forces.

Not necessarily with a different person.

The underworld doesn't know how many corpses are disposed of every day, and many people die of recklessness, stupidity, weakness, and ignorance of current affairs.

Because of his childhood experience, Xia Bei is very familiar with dungeons.

He is also very familiar with this Song Ji steam pot chicken.

But this time, when he parked the locomotive in front of the old Song Steam Pot Chicken Shop, he found that something was wrong, and he seemed to be being targeted by someone.

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。 This chapter is actually a leave note, the time is getting later and later, the thinking is getting less and less smooth, I'm afraid I have to stop for a while, adjust and start again. No. 8, that is, I won't write it today. Strive for the ninth update, the latest tenth.