Fang Han went to the refrigerator and took out two bottles of beer and returned to the room.

He turned on all the lights and lay down on the couch, and he was going to study the book tonight.

While drinking beer, I watched how the fraud grandmaster Kim Jun-gi and his friends chose their prey again and again, set up games again and again, and succeeded again and again.

Fang Han watched it with relish and was breathtaking, and he had gained a lot tonight.

A few hours passed, and Fang Han finally finished reading the last word.

At this time, he was already sleepy, everything in front of him became blurry, and sleepiness hit Fang Han for a while, he closed the book and lay down on the bed.

As soon as he closed his eyes, a thought suddenly came to him and startled him:

Will I go back to that goblin lab again when I sleep?

But then he thought about it, "Isn't this just a mediocrity disturbing yourself, it's obviously just a nightmare." ”

Fang Han himself felt ridiculous, "When did you go to Huaxia on the other side of the ocean?" Where in the world is there that kind of green-skinned monster goblin that eats people? It's not clear that I'm too involved in playing on the game console, thinking about it day and night, and I can still scare myself like this when I dream? It's just funny. ”

Fang Han shook his head and quickly fell asleep.

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"What are you nervous about? What are you panicking about? Zhao Shengjun was very dissatisfied with the old goblin slave, "Bring the scepter." ”

The old goblin slave hurriedly took the scepter and respectfully handed it to Zhao Shengjun.

Zhao Shengjun skillfully removed the gem from the scepter and put it into the groove of the Annemoss instrument, and the two rings that were spinning rapidly suddenly stopped as if the power had been cut off.

The shrill sirens also faded away.

"See," Zhao Shengjun said to the goblin slave, "Don't be nervous in case of trouble, this is the first rule we need to abide by in our long-term life in human society." ”

"Yes," the goblin slave bowed, "Lord Priest has taught you a great lesson!" The old slave wrote it down. ”

At this time, Fang Han had already woken up, staring at Zhao Shengjun dumbfounded.

A huge wave stirred up in his heart.

I was in the metropolis just now, why did I close my eyes and come back here?

Back in this eerie, terrifying world of goblin underground lair?

And it seems that even though I've been in the Met for hours, it's still seamless to come back here?

Now it's back to the point in time when I left this world.

Could it be that Zhao Shengjun's experiment was successful? Did you really go to a high-latitude space world, stay there for a few hours and come back?

Or are you asleep in a dream in a basement in the Metropolis, and you're in a dream world?

As soon as Zhao Shengjun turned his head, he saw Fang Han who was so surprised, he frowned instantly, and asked, "Fang Han, why are you so surprised?" What are you afraid of? You're afraid of the machine exploding, aren't you? Hurry up, lie down, the experiment is about to begin, it's just that there was some malfunction in the machine, I've already adjusted it, and we're about to start in earnest. ”

Fang Han yelled and struggled to stand up, and when Zhao Shengjun saw this, he motioned to the old goblin slave to untie the shackles on Fang Han's hands.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Shengjun asked Fang Han sternly, "What do you want to say?" ”

"Lord Priest," Fang Han said as he moved his hands, "Can you ask what constitutes a failure of the experiment?" ”

Although Zhao Shengjun was a little puzzled, he still patiently replied, "For us, the death of the test subject is considered a failure of the experiment. ”

Fang Han asked again, "May I ask if this is a success or a failure?" I'm still alive, does that mean the experiment was successful? Can I leave? ”

Zhao Shengjun shook his head with a wry smile and said, "You just lay down, my instrument has just started to operate, strictly speaking, the experiment hasn't started yet." ”

Fang Han also shook his head as Zhao Shengjun learned, "Lord Priest, I'm a little worried, there may be something wrong with your instrument, after I lay down just now, the two rings of the instrument were spinning rapidly, and my head began to ache violently, I'm worried that I won't be able to do the experiment today, can I experiment again another day?" ”

"Headache?" Zhao Shengjun was stunned for a moment, and after pondering for a moment, he replied, "Okay, it's okay." You're right, I really need a service on this instrument. You should take a break today. ”

After speaking, Zhao Shengjun ordered the old goblin slave to take Fang Han to a single room next door and imprison him, while he himself overhauled it in the laboratory.

When the old goblin slave heard this, he immediately grabbed Fang Han with both hands, like an eagle catching a chicken, stuffed Fang Han under his arm, and went to the next room with Fang Han in his arms.

It violently threw Fang Han onto the bed in this small room, slammed the door shut, and locked the door from the outside.

Fang Han looked around, this was a single cell, very simple, no windows, only a lamp, a bed, a faucet, and a flush toilet inside.

Fang Han sat on the bed and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, at least temporarily escaping from the clutches.

Suddenly, his mind moved, and he pulled up the panel of the nine-grid packet.

Sure enough, in this world, the holographic panel of the Warcraft bag would be displayed with his thoughts.

There are only two things inside, "Schrödinger's Poisonous Dagger" and "Demon Passport (50 copies)".

Demon Passport? What the hell is this?

As soon as Fang Han lowered his head, the small bag of the Warcraft appeared in his arms, and he took out a demon passport from it, and in the dim light, he carefully studied the passport in his hand.

It was a red passport with a black demon head with two horns printed on it, and four large characters written underneath, "Demon Passport." ”

When I opened this passport, there was a sentence printed on the title page, "The holder of this passport can freely travel through the nightmare world, and all parties are requested to give the passport holder the necessary care and convenience." ”

Turn to the last page of your passport, which reads, "Issuing Authority: Hell." ”

"What kind of mess is this", Fang Han muttered as he threw the passport back into the Warcraft bag, "This should be some kind of Halloween prank prop." ”

After speaking, he lay down on the bed, drowsy, after all, in this goblin underground lair, Fang Han was under great mental pressure.

"I wonder if I'll ever return to that metropolitan world when I'm asleep?" Fang Han thought about it, in a daze, and fell into a coma again.

With a bang, the door opened.

Fang Han rubbed his eyes and sat up from the bed, "Ahri, what time is it?" Are you out of bed? ”

"Hey, hey, hey", a sinister smile came, it was the old goblin slave who had been pretending to be a priest in front of outsiders, he dragged a tray in, looking at Fang Han in a daze, he grinned and let out a terrifying grin.

"Little thing, you had a sweet dream, didn't you?" The old goblin slave smiled, revealing a mouthful of fishy yellow teeth, "Come, get up and eat." ”

As it spoke, it put the tray on the bed and looked at Fang Han proudly.

"What is this?" As soon as Fang Han saw the gloating face of this old goblin slave, he knew that it didn't have any good intentions.

"Hahahaha", the old goblin slave couldn't help but smile smugly, "Do you remember what our priestess told you?" In addition to being a spiritual priest of the goblin race, he also serves as the chief scientist of the spiritual laboratory? ”

"Remember", Fang Han's eyes were full of doubts, he didn't understand what this thing was trying to do.

"Hehe, to tell you the truth, little thing, feeding you is also part of our mind experiments", the old goblin slave gloated, "we just want to see what happens to you humans when you eat your own kind?" ”