Overseas, Utah.

Perhaps the most famous one in Utah is the Canninglands National Park.

Many people say that the Canninglands National Park is a great work of art created by the Creator from stone.

This is true. The red Pingding Mountain extends to the sky, with peaks standing in the wilderness, and winding rivers wash away the canyon year after year, leaving this immortal mark of time.

Deep in the Canninglands National Park, in front of a huge metal gate, there was a skinny old man and a fat man with a body weight of more than 1.80 meters.

The fat man looked a little stupid, and he sucked his nose from time to time, holding a huge war hammer weighing at least thirty or forty kilograms in his hand.

Such a huge warhammer was as light as nothing in the hands of the fat man.

"Chu...Elder Chu, we...we have been looking for it for almost half a month. It should be here, right?"

The yellow pig licked his chapped lips and waved his hand to drive away the poisonous mosquitoes the size of a palm.

As one of the twelve major disciples of the inner sect of Yanhuang Peak, the yellow pig man is as fat as a pig, of course, a wild boar.

About a month ago, Chu Fugui suddenly appeared at the Yanhuang Peak Gate, and he didn't know what he had to talk to the head Chu Zhengdao, and then he was taken down the mountain by Chu Fugui.

After traveling across the ocean to Utah, Chu Fugui just said that he would be a thug. As for what he wanted to do, the old guy didn't say anything.

The old man next to him was Chu Yu's second uncle, Chu Fugui.

Chu Fugui murmured with a faint smile on his lips: "A wise man once said that with a quiet and pious heart, he will listen to the voice of God, and he will appreciate the magnificent and rough beauty here!"

Chu Fugui is very thin, wearing a hand-woven sun hat, with a dirty jacket on the upper body and a ripped beach pants on the lower body.

Chu Fugui walked to the two oval metal doors, looked at the two English letters in the lower right corner of the metal door, and sneered: "I did not hear the voice of God, but instead heard the call of the devil!"

After saying that, Chu Fugui rolled up a dry tobacco and said, "Put the door open, go in, and kill everyone. Remember, don't break the central computer. If it is broken, I will kick you to death!"

"What is a central computer?"

"Computer terminal."

"What's the computer terminal?"

"Don't you Yan Huangfeng teach culture classes? You don't even know what the computer terminal is?" Chu Fugui said with disgust: "Anyway, don't touch all electronic devices. I want to know what experiment NH is doing!"

The yellow pig said oh and walked over with a giant hammer.

He didn't know why Chu Fugui left Yanhuang Peak more than ten years ago, but he knew that when many elders from the inner and outer sects talked about Chu Fugui in private, they called him Elder Chu.

Since he is an elder, then his outer disciple must obey orders and say he smashes the door, then smashes the door, and says he kills people, then he will kill people.

Looking at the metal giant gate at least seven or eight meters in front of him, Huang Zhu knew that Chu Fugui had found what he was looking for.

The two tossed and turned to Utah, USA, and then looked for something in this uninhabited national park.

The yellow pig now knows that the thing Chu Fugui is looking for is called killing, which is hidden behind the Jumen.

With a deafening sound, the yellow pig held the hammer tightly and took a step back.

"Chu...Elder Chu, this, this big...the gate is so hard."

"Pandora's magic box must be strong. Stop talking nonsense, smash it quickly!" Chu Fugui retreated a few meters with his ears covering his head.

This time the yellow pig changed to holding the warhammer with both hands: "Then...what the hell is this?"

"Nh Company's underground shelter." Chu Fugui's mouth was always smiling, but this smile was full of disgust and hatred: "Sanctuary xo11, code name, Minotauros!"

"Oh." Huang Zhu couldn't understand what Chu Fugui was saying at all, and he just knew that he could just smash the door with his arm round.

Chu Fugui glared at Huang Zhu fiercely: "This is my last question to answer your answer. Shut up, fat and stutter. Why are the apprentices accepted by Chu Zhengdao all have some crooked melons and jujubes?"

Behind this oval metal giant door is another world, an underground city that can accommodate hundreds of people.

The shelter was built twenty-seven years ago. At that time, there were more than 300 people from all kinds of people who came to this shelter, but after nearly thirty years, only less than thirty people were left.

And Rachel is one of these less than thirty "survivors".

Everything in this underground city is controlled by a central computer.

But the central computer never interferes in people's lives and anything. It only does one thing, that is, broadcast on time on the first day of each month.

Whenever the radio sounds, one person has to die.

And today is the first day of the month.

The electronic sounds on the broadcast resounded without any emotion in the huge refuge.

"Dear refuge residents, you are the people of God, the lucky ones whom the goddess of luck are attached to, and you are also the only surviving humans in this world."

"Twenty-seven years ago, the nuclear explosion destroyed the entire world. NH Company built this refuge for you to retain bloodlines for humanity."

"Now, it is about to be the time for sacrifice. Please pick out a volunteer, step out of this refuge, and look for life in the outside world."

"If there are no volunteers, the vent will release deadly poison gas to kill everyone. I hope all residents will cooperate."

Listening to the emotionless electronic sound, Rachel in a sterile suit curled in the corner, her face full of numbness.

"Volunteer? This is the ridiculous lie."

Rachel stood up, with a hint of determination in her eyes.

For twenty-seven years, Rachel has lived in this underground city.

She has lived in this underground city since she had memories.

She didn't know what the outside world looked like, and she didn't want to know either.

Because in her cognition, including everyone's cognition, the outside world is hell, a hell created by countless nuclear bombs that explode, and no living organism can survive outside the shelter.

Now, she has no relatives or friends.

Because her relatives and friends have all walked into the black little house for more than ten years.

She knew that the small house was the only way to the outside world.

In twenty-seven years, more than 200 people walked into the black room and went to the outside world, but no one had ever returned alive.

Today, it's Rachel's turn.

The candidates who walked into the black room were not randomly selected, but people voted to decide.

Many times, open and transparent voting is not a fair act.

At the beginning, people voted for the elderly, weak, sick and disabled with compassion.

But as time went by, people began to form gangs, began to form various forces, began to hate, and began to suspicion.

Small circles gathered together and voted the vote of death in their hands to their opposing camps, and the same was true for opposing camps.

There is no more neutrality, no more mercy.

Because neutral people are often the ones with the highest number of death votes.

People with compassion often choose the former between life and kindness, and eventually lose their kindness.

People have chosen to resist, resist the central computer, but they are just a group of unarmed ordinary people. The only thing they can do is to stop voting to get into the house of death.

But the central computer told everyone through the radio that if no one entered the black room, everyone would die!

People hesitate, fear, and eventually, compromise.

On the first day of every month, people continue to vote and continue to kill people!

Rachel is going to walk into the black room today, not because she was voted, but voluntarily.

She couldn't stand watching the people around her die one by one, so she told everyone to vote for her death.

When Rachel walked to the black room, she suddenly stopped.

She was not afraid of death. She lived in such a dark underground city for nearly thirty years, perhaps even more painful than death.

As a woman, she can survive the many intrigues of power struggles, and you can imagine how clever her skills are.

Over the years, she has used all the methods to avoid being voted for death, to win over, provoke, suppress, and use all kinds of conspiracies.

It can be said that none of the survivors who can live to this day are lucky because they will not live to this day by luck.

But Rachel doesn't hate anyone, even if she is her opponent or the opposing camp, now, even if there are more than thirty people left, everyone is still divided into two camps, hostile to each other, and likes each other's vote of death.

What Rachel hated was just that central computer, not human.

Rachel, who was standing there, suddenly turned around and looked at the numb people under the steps, slowly opened her mouth.

"I, refuse!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than 30 people changed their expressions and they were in an uproar.

"No, you are voluntarily. If you don't go in, everyone will die!"

"Rachel, you stupid bitch, do you want to kill everyone?"

"Tie her up, quickly, tie it up and throw it into the black room!"

Seeing the ferocious faces coming over, Rachel pulled out the dagger made of stone.

Everyone was stuck together.

Everyone knows that this somewhat rough dagger is covered with countless blood.

Rachel gritted her teeth, threw the dagger to the ground, turned her head, and shouted at the blue screen: "I refuse, not only will I refuse to give my own life, but I also refuse to give everyone, anyone's life, from now on, no one will enter that damn black room."
Chapter completed!