After Ahri got up, he went to the bathroom and soaked his morning urine for five minutes, and then flushed his face at the faucet for another minute, and then he woke up completely.

Although it is a basement, the place is not small, Ahri has several rooms separated by wooden boards, the largest room is the living room, where the refrigerator is placed.

Ahri walked to the living room, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of milk, drank half a bottle of milk, and when he turned around, he saw Fang Han lying on the sofa, looking directly at him.

"Xiaohan, you woke up so early, are you sleepy? Would you like some milk? Ahri was shocked, feeling that Fang Han was not normal.

"Not sleepy", Fang Han stood up, stretched his waist, and bloomed a bright smile, "Ahri, tonight is the best night I slept on. ”

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In the single cell, Fang Han was lying on the bed, and behind him was the old goblin slave who jumped up and wanted to pounce on Fang Han.

Fang Han happened to turn to the visa page marked with his permanent residency in the real world (metropolis), and a line of words randomly appeared below the page, "Do you want to go to the real world (metropolis)?" Y/N？ ”

Fang Han didn't think about it, so he chose "Y".

Then the entire "Goblin Academy World" came to a standstill, and a huge force enveloped Fang Han, wanting to forcibly take him away from this space.

At the last moment when he was sent away, Fang Han turned his head to look behind him, there was a statue quietly fixed in the air, it was the old goblin slave who had just jumped up and pounced on him.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Han was teleported away.

This "Demon Passport" is really a treasure, this is Fang Han's last thought before leaving this "Goblin Academy" world, "With this passport, the whole world will stop because of me." The world won't come alive until the next time I come over. ”

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"I'll never go back to that damn place for the rest of my life", after returning to the real world, Fang Han was in a good mood, "unless I'm crazy." ”

Looking at his watch, it was already half past six in the morning, and Fang Han shouted, "It's morning when I wake up from a nightmare, and I'm finally freed from the nightmare." ”

After washing, I took a bottle of milk and just sat on the sofa, and my good friend Ahri also woke up.

"How? Brothers? Ahri asked with concern, "What time did you see last night?" What's the catch? ”

Fang Han smiled slightly, "Hey, hey, hey, the harvest is great, let's have breakfast first, I'll take you out to have a good time today, let's hunt together." ”

When Ahri heard this, he was so excited that he volunteered to go out to buy breakfast, and asked Fang Han what he wanted to eat before leaving?

Fang Han said, "Anything is fine, the best is Chinese food." ”

"Chinese food?" Ahri shook her head, "Are you sure?" You don't usually eat Chinese food. ”

"Stop talking nonsense, go buy it", Fang Han half-jokingly and half-scoldingly took Ahri away.

Ahri shook his head and said to himself, "I always feel like this guy has been a little weird for the past two days," and opened the door and went out as he spoke.

After Ahri went out, Fang Han opened the army-green field backpack he had taken from Kim Junji and looked for his passport inside.

All passports are gone.

Everything else was there, but the stack of passports was missing, and it should have been inadvertently received by Fang Han in his Warcraft bag.

Fang Han's heart moved, and he tried to open the projection panel of his Warcraft packet, but there was no response.

You must know that in the goblin world in the dream, the Warcraft bag is like a shadow, moving at will, as long as Fang Han has a thought, it can be opened immediately, and it is firmly bound to a Schrödinger dagger, which can be called Fang Han's first artifact to save his life in that world.

But in the real world, you can't open it alive or dead.

It seems that the Warcraft bag is an exclusive virtual item in the nightmare world, and it cannot be used in the real world, Fang Han thought to himself.

"What's the deal with those passports? It's obviously a fake passport made by Kim Junji in the real world, why can it be included in the Warcraft package? ”

Fang Han didn't figure out the headache he thought, and at this moment, Ahri came back with a large bag of breakfast.

While the two were eating, Fang Han told Ahri about the tricks he had learned from the book last night, and Ahri applauded after hearing it.

"Let's use this trick today", Fang Han whispered to Ahri, even in the basement, he had to be quieter when talking about this kind of thing.

After eating, the pair of fox friends came to a bar they usually go to and began their social practice today.

This bar is very quiet, usually some neighborhood gangsters come here to drink and play billiards, there are not many outsiders, and the bartender even doze off inside.

As soon as Fang Han entered the bar, he saw a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes who had just found a chair and sat down, and then he opened his briefcase, took out a document, took out a pen, and put the document and pen on the table.

Just as he was about to start writing, the middle-aged man in the briefcase suddenly remembered that he hadn't bought a drink at the bar, which was not good, so he ran to the front desk and asked for a cup of coffee, and then sat quietly in his seat and began to correct the documents.

Fang Han looked at Ahri and asked softly, "Do you know him?" ”

Ahri shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't know the man.

"Let's get started," Ahri said.

"No", Fang Han shook his head, "I'll have to go to the bartender and ask for clarification." ”

Fang Han walked to the bar lightly and asked the bartender for a cup of coffee, "Hey, brother, did you see that guy?" It's the guy sitting over there, drinking coffee with a teacup, do you know him? ”

The bar looked at it and shook its head, "I've never seen it before, it's the first time he's here." What's wrong? You're going to him? ”

Fang Han nodded, and the bartender said softly, "Be careful, I don't think it's simple." ”

Fang Han smiled slightly, "Well, okay." Thank you! ”

As he spoke, he walked over with his coffee and sat down near the middle-aged man.

Not far away, Ahri walked over and said hello to Fang Han.

"Hey! Good afternoon, friend. Ahri said.

"Hey! Hello. Fang Han responded.

"Ahem, friend, could I ask you a favor?" Ahri said as he took out a small clay figurine, "Do you know this thing?" ”

"Bring it over and I'll take a look", Fang Han motioned for Ahri to put the terracotta figurines on the table, and then he picked them up and held them in his hands and looked at them carefully.

The two of them made this move, saying that it was not big or small, and successfully attracted the attention of the middle-aged man in the briefcase, he just glanced at the two of them briefly, shook his head and "hummed", and then buried his head and continued to correct his documents.

Ahri asked Fang Han, "Friend, do you know what this thing is?" ”

Fang Han looked at it for a while and said, "This seems to be a terracotta figurine. ”

Ahri laughed, "Yes, it's a terracotta figurine, but it's a terracotta figurine with a history." ”

Then, Ahri told Fang Han in detail about the origin of this terracotta figurine.

During World War II, the beautiful country defeated the Nazi forces and successfully rescued the ordinary German people, in order to maintain the post-war German order, the beautiful country took the lead in organizing an allied army, stationed in many large cities in Germany, the garrison had nothing to do every day, often drunk and fighting, nuisance, the allied commanders had a headache, in order to make these idle soldiers have something to do, they simply opened up the military-civilian trade, to be precise, the trade between the allied forces in Germany and the local German people.

So under the encouragement of this policy, many soldiers of the beautiful country were busy importing all kinds of materials from the country all day long, and making all kinds of transactions with the local people, from cigarettes to sausages, from records to posters, from military bedding to luncheon meat.

Many of Germany's specialties also came to the beautiful country with the military-civilian trade, including this terracotta figurine.

Decades have passed, and this terracotta figurine has slowly become a collector's item in the beautiful country, and its price has skyrocketed countless times.

"The scientific name of this terracotta figurine is Bavarian terracotta," says Ahri, "and it can be described as priceless." ”

"How much?" Fang Han asked.

"I can't tell me how much I want to ask me now," Ahri shrugged, "but at a small auction in Los Angeles last week, it fetched $3,000." ”

"How much?" Fang Han was surprised, "Three thousand dollars? Are you sure it's worth that much? ”

"Of course," Ahri said, "but I'm a little short of money right now, and I'd like to get my hands on it as soon as possible." You can see and give a price. ”

"This", Fang Han was embarrassed, "I'm not sure if what you said is true or false, I have to take a closer look before I can make up my mind." ”

"Okay", Ahri shook her head helplessly, put away the figurines, and put them in her pocket, "I'll go to the toilet and talk again when I come back!" ”

With that, he left the bar.

The middle-aged man in the briefcase witnessed this scene with his own eyes, and couldn't help but shake his head again and again.

The two were very close, and Fang Han had a full view of his performance, so he asked loudly, "Hey, brother, that guy is a liar, right?" ”

The middle-aged man in the briefcase put down the pen and looked at Fang Han, "What do you say?" It would be strange if he weren't a liar. Just that little thing, three thousand dollars? To hell with it. ”

Fang Han nodded, "I think so too, this guy is indeed a liar." ”

The briefcase gave him an approving look, but Fang Han continued, "But, brother, I have a friend who works at an auction house and is familiar with this kind of thing, so I have to call him and ask him to hear what he has to say." ”

The briefcase smiled silently, and sat there looking at Fang Han directly.