The supervisor does not die from a debt

Although it is not visible on the screen.

The bartender with the name'jill' stopped his work and said lukewarmly, "New director...whatever you want to drink, just order it."

The employees next to them naturally drank their wine, and then quietly put down their money and left, although from the supervisor's point of view, they were all saying something inconspicuous.

For example, the wife is still at home waiting to buy food to go back, or there is a bowling alley nearby.

There is a bowling alley, so let’s pull the screen over and take a look. Maybe Christina will suddenly allow the supervisor to play bowling in the room.

"That is not allowed, it will cause damage to the screen. If you don't have enough salary to repair it, you have to continue to use the damaged screen."

Christina came out to supplement the explanation in time, and listed the price of each screen. The supervisor shrank her neck and turned her head to the other side: "Cough, what? By the way, it's the first time I came to the bar. Can you help me adjust A glass without much alcohol, is it sweeter?"

"A cup of sugar.rush, please wait."

The supervisor was looking at the flattened decoration in the bar. Behind the bartender, there was a line of small holographic projection characters. If you translate it...

Mixed drinks, changes lives.

The shaking sound came again, but the supervisor noticed that from time to time a line of silent text appeared above the bartender's head.

'I don't know if fore has good cat food.'

It should be the name of the pet cat.

'It was the supervisor who came in person, if something goes wrong...what did he just say he wanted?…Add some alcohol.'

The supervisor coughed: "Speaking of which, because it's not time to go to bed, I still have some things to deal with later. If I get drunk, it won't be great..."

The bartender paused for a while, then continued to shake the two metal cups in his hands, and finally poured the contents into a cylindrical wine glass.

Then, the floor next to the supervisor's room was slightly lower bound, with a hint of coolness, and a sweet-smelling cocktail was delivered to him.

At the same time, the account balance in the computer monitor also instantly decreased.

"It's expensive!... Ah but it tastes good, no wonder there are always many customers here."

With such compliment, the supervisor sips an expensive cocktail (non-alcoholic), and talks to the bartender for a while about the employees-in some ways, this is the most patient the supervisor has ever seen To the audience.

But what he cares more about than this is that at the other end of the bar, probably near the back wall, there is a small glass frame.

Behind that, there is a short white hair, even if it is a 2.5 head-to-body ratio picture, there is a small group of hairy girls on top of the head, staring seriously at the inside of the bar.

In a way, this is... a peeping?

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PS: Thank you Mai for your reward~

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21. Let's guess which lucky person is——

Although I really want to continue to see what kind of customers will appear in this small bar, as long as the supervisor is still sitting here, the employees seem to be reluctant to enter the bar.

So after sitting for a while, the supervisor left the bar reluctantly, planning to go to other places, and then close the observation of the staff living area.

Of course, the main reason is that the person behind the wall with the maverick hair on his head is too dangerous.

Putting the wine glass back into the tray of the robotic arm, the supervisor watched it retract and greeted him, and then left the bar and returned to the street scene with a sigh.

No matter how wonderful the opposite is, as a supervisor, he can't leave the room-Christina once said that as a supervisor...

"As a supervisor, you can only exercise your powers when you stay in your room. Also, your wrong kindness will cause problems for employees and even department heads."

Christina suddenly appeared on the computer monitor. The supervisor looked at her suspiciously and opened the minesweeper: "I'm just paying normally. Does paying to make Chino feel bothered?"

When the supervisor was speaking, he saw the coffee shop being overcrowded and even queued.

He was silent for a while, watching the comments that floated over the employees' heads to the supervisor from time to time, and he probably understood what he had done.

"Your behavior has caused a temporary decline in the stability of the community. Please rest assured that the employees are forgetful and the commotion is only temporary, because they are the company's elite and the backbone of the "wing"."

While Christina was speaking, the supervisor heard the faint girl whispering repeatedly in the background, saying "community order is being re-adjusted".

The picture on the screen wall gradually dimmed, Christina continued: "Next is the personal time of the supervisor. You can organize the information or do something else. If necessary, just call, and I will respond to you as appropriate. ."

The so-called discretion is actually that the supervisor will not remind him even if he plays all night...right?

As a result, before going to bed, the supervisor rarely chose to lose his mind, but picked up the information submitted by the employee today and reviewed.

There were two containment breaches today...In other words, all anomalies actually breached containment once.

Fortunately, this did not affect the evaluation. Instead, the supervisor received a lot of valuable information, including the upper limit of the suppression of these two anomalies (that is, the counter extreme value), their breakthrough damage type, and more characteristics.

Intuitive observations consume far less research points than conducting dangerous experiments...maybe because the danger has already occurred.

After turning a few pages, the supervisor found Justin's report.

As the first executive employee who fell into a crisis but was rescued by an exception, Justin didn't write any more personal experiences in the report. Of course, it might be deleted when it was submitted for review.

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Dreams are scenes constructed by people’s memories and imaginations, splicing pictures of what they have seen and heard. Most people cannot understand that they are in a dream when they are dreaming, and although a small number of people recognize it, they cannot interfere. The development of dreams.

There are very few people who can clearly perceive and control dreams, even interfere with it for their own use, and achieve superhuman deeds in dreams-in short, dreams have everything.

The supervisor’s dream is more magical. He realized that when he was dreaming, he was squatting behind a cold stone wall. The golden moon above his head illuminated the corner of the stone structure, and it was at the other end of the wall. , Something that clearly has no human outline is slowly approaching, panting.

Obviously it feels in the first person, but as if watching a third-person movie, the main angle of view rises and then rushes out.As his eyes changed, the monster, which looked like a long-haired monster with a wolf-shaped upper body, was sprayed with blood and fell to the ground.

No smell, no sound, no sense of touch, just'seeing' it.

Just as the supervisor was wondering how it would develop next, a familiar and obvious urging music suddenly rang in his ears, accompanied by a sense of dizziness as if the perception was detached.

When I opened my eyes, I was familiar with an unknown light source for two days. After confirming that the supervisor woke up, the wake-up music stopped and switched to a unique style with an old music machine style.Three black containment chamber boxes swayed gently against the dark red background and the black underground silhouette.

Ignoring them, the supervisor yawned for a long time, feeling that he didn't sleep well-no wonder, yesterday I read a report by Justin, which mentioned the lights and the obvious settings, so the supervisor was on the computer Flipped through the folder.

Then he took out a game called "The Curse of Blood" and played a speed pass, which could be beaten through the game before the clock reached zero. The total time was two hours and fourteen minutes.

It is estimated that the inexplicable dream was caused by playing too much.

After routinely handling personal hygiene, the supervisor sorted out the "super uniform" on his body, and suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have changed clothes for three days.

Then ask Christina how to do it-now, let's get rid of the breakfast that has been prepared on the table and consists of poached eggs and toast, jam and milk.