After thinking for a while, Luo Nan's eyes lit up: Don't you have a golden finger!

Let's see if there is a way to improve your strength quickly.

Luo Nan's mind moved, and he summoned the panel.

However, after looking through for a long time, I couldn't find a place to use it.

This gold finger is very similar to the text mobile game he plays.

If you want to become stronger, you can only use "experience points" to improve your skills; Or use talent points to increase the talent tree, but talent points can only be obtained when the character level is increased, and to increase the character level, you must also invest in "experience points".

In a word, if you want to become stronger, you need to "experience points".

As for the experience points, you can only get them by doing "main quests", "special quests", or experiencing "dynamic random events", or completing achievements, entering new maps, and a few other behaviors.

At this time, on his panel, there are no "main quests" and "special quests", and he doesn't know how to trigger them; There is only one "dynamic random event" in progress.

"Experiencing a dynamic random event: Escape. You learn that you are about to be forcibly thrown into a ritual with a high mortality rate by cultists from a secret stronghold of the Three Pillars Cult, and you decide to escape the cave. ”

Luo Nan immediately had a few classic network diagrams in his mind.

Want to get out of here? Then go get stronger.

But if you want to become stronger, you need to have some experience, and I don't have one.

Then go get XP Points!

However, only by escaping here and completing dynamic random events can you get experience point rewards.

Then get out of here!

It's really an infinite loop card BUG.。

Luo Nan patted his head.

The protagonists of those online novels I have read in my previous life often appear when they encounter difficulties at the beginning, and Goldfinger will appear to help the protagonist overcome difficulties and solve problems.

However, although his golden finger came as scheduled, it was useless......

It seems that he really isn't the protagonist template.

Goldfinger, I can't count on it for the time being, and this road won't work.

Ronan paced around the room, settling up and down.

The living cannot be suffocated by urine!

If you really can't do it, you can only try to break through!

You can't sit back and gamble on the 1 in 10 chance of survival.

But before the deadline arrived, Lonan decided to wait two more days.

On the one hand, it is necessary to observe the details and summarize the rules, and perhaps find the flaws in the security measures in this stronghold; Or maybe there will be a suitable opportunity to arise.

After a while, Luo Nan felt that he could no longer stay alone in the room, lest Mrs. Cui be suspicious.

He ran to the bathroom next door, facing the only mirror, trying to imitate the slightly silly expressions of the original owner and the other friends.

In the mirror is a face that is as handsome as a head traffic star, which is five or six points similar to his own appearance when he was young.

The difference is that there is a bit of a mixed race.

In my memory, there is such a common sense: this world was almost cut off from civilization and extinct human race thousands of years ago, and almost all people after that were mixed-race.

"Although I am not as handsome as before I crossed, I still have eighty percent of my strength. After escaping, you don't have to worry about eating, and you can mix a bowl of rice if you don't have money. Ronan thought bitterly.

Squeezing his eyebrows in the mirror and rubbing his face again, Luo Nan couldn't find any feeling.

"There's no way, even if you only retain eighty percent of your appearance, you are still naturally beautiful, Yushu is in the wind, and it is difficult to perform the taste of stupid children no matter how you act!" Luo Nan could only console himself.

Worried that delaying too long and not doing things would arouse Mrs. Cui's suspicions, Luo Nan was in a hurry, and simply didn't imitate the stupid look, just kept his face expressionless, and then let his eyes diverge, he should be able to fool the past.

Leaving the bathroom, Ronan followed the route he remembered, down the hallway to the end, and then down the stairs through the hall to the outside.

Outside, the sun was shining and the sky was clear, but it wasn't too hot.

Along the way, he tried not to squint, after all, the original owner, as a person who has no ability to think, will not look around.

And there is no need to look, after all, the original owner has lived in this stronghold for nearly ten years, so Luo Nan is naturally familiar with everything in this stronghold:

He knew that on the lawn outside the building, there were often believers wandering around; Knowing that the outermost ring of the tall fence is covered with sensors, cameras and barbed wire with thistles, there are almost no dead ends, and it is unrealistic to want to escape over the wall without alarming anyone; He also knew where the two access roads to the stronghold were.

It's a pity that the passage is guarded by sturdy adult men around the clock, and it is impossible to sneak out quietly.

Luo Nan quickly walked across the lawn to the outside of a bungalow, raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, but he stopped this action and pushed the door in.

Inside are the children who used to pray with him, who have also been deprived of the ability to think, who are sitting in an assembly line, bowing their heads to work—what they produce, a special kind of goggles, which are used to protect the human mind.

Without this kind of goggles, humans can easily go berserk and alienate when they look directly at demons.

The "divine slaves" are only responsible for polishing and assembling, which seems to be very difficult, but in fact, there is no high-precision technology, only practice makes perfect, and patience and meticulousness, which is most suitable for "divine slaves" to do.

Mrs. Choi sat elegantly on a fine wooden chair, reading the newspaper, and did not even give Luo Nan a superfluous look.

Luo Nan didn't say a word, went to the original owner's usual work station and sat down, picked up the piled up lenses and buried himself in hard work.

For the rest of the day, Lonan worked, prayed, ate, slept, and, secretly observed security.

No opportunities were found and no new leads were obtained.

The next day, they were still working, praying, eating, sleeping, and secretly observing the security.

Luo Nan was anxious in his heart, and the feeling of counting down to life could simply drive people crazy.

But he desperately endured, waited, and warned himself that whenever there was a big event, he needed to be calm, and the more times like this, the less impulsive he became. This is a valuable experience that he has only realized after more than 30 years of living on Earth.

According to the news that the original owner overheard before, Lord Tang, Deng Zhu, and Mrs. Cui will hold a ceremony for him tomorrow night.

Lonan decided to act decisively tomorrow morning.

As for the method of escape, he already had a preliminary plan.

When the "slaves" return to the dormitory after dinner today, he will secretly leave and come to this room that serves as a handicraft workshop.

He would break the glass and climb in, push out the tables and chairs, pile them under the fence, and tear off the curtains and lay them on the barbed wire.

In this way, you can avoid being cut by thistles and be able to escape over the wall.

He had looked at the map on his system panel and had delineated an escape route, and if he was lucky, he might soon encounter pedestrians or passing vehicles.

However, there was no way he could avoid touching the sensors when he climbed over the wall, so he was almost certain to be spotted by the guards in the colony as soon as he fled.

He had to try his luck and bet that the guards weren't fast and that he would run into someone else soon after he got out of the wall.

Luo Nan also knew that the probability of him being captured was quite high.

Once caught, he will definitely be punished severely, and even worse than dead.

But it's better than sitting still!

Escaping may only have a 1 in 10 success rate.

If you don't run away, you have only a 30 to 40 chance of surviving.

How to choose, as long as you are not brain-dead, you will not hesitate at all!

At dinner, Luo Nan sat quietly at the dining table, and prayed with Mrs. Cui with other "god slaves".

"Thank the Lord for giving me food today to save me from hunger and hardship."

"You are the beginning, the creation, the end, and the rebirth."

……

After the prayer was over, the "slaves" picked up the bowls in unison and began to eat.

In fact, there is no rice, the staple food is some kind of rough root plant, and the dish is homemade dried radish, kimchi, and a small amount of fresh vegetables and artificial meat.

This is not abuse, in the memory of the original owner, in this world ravaged by demons, food is very scarce, and many civilians have such a daily diet, and white rice is really not affordable for everyone.

Although Luo Nan subjectively felt that these things would be difficult to swallow, this young body had a strong appetite and tasted "really fragrant".

In addition, everyone also has a small cup of black stuff, which Mrs. Cui once mentioned and said was a "nutrient solution".

I don't know what it's made of, but the smell is a little pungent.

It's also something they used to drink every day.

But today, for some reason, the taste of this "nutrient solution" is particularly strange and unpleasant.

And it was more viscous than usual, like glue or resin, almost stuck in Luo Nan's throat, difficult to swallow.

Luo Nan didn't dare to act special, and although he felt disgusted, he reluctantly drank it.

To run away at night, he had to store his energy.

After eating, Luo Nan sat quietly, and only after all the "divine slaves" had eaten could they line up and return to the resting room.

At this time, the sound of hurried footsteps came, and Mrs. Cui looked up, and the priest of the soup hurriedly broke into the restaurant, panting slightly, and said, "The commissioner of Bishop Fiat is here." ”