The supervisor does not die from a debt

The'little girl' approached her from behind and attacked her, and then took away about 5% of her health, which seemed to be a fixed amount...not many, barely harmless.

The supervisor does not have a hundred eyes. He stares at a screen that has to be continuously zoomed and adjusted. This kind of small mistake-it should be said that the probability of this kind of mistake will be higher and higher in the future, so many times , Can only rely on the employees themselves.

Work continued to get back on track. After the new meltdown alarm went off, three containment chambers lit up with dazzling red lights at the same time. It seems theoretically that four should be lit up. However, [Little Bird] did not know when it broke through again. Containment, its containment room is also bleak.

So, in fact, the fourth one is [Little Bird]?

Recording the observed information, the supervisor rubbed his astringent eyes: "Fortunately, the anomalies contained now are theoretically relatively easy to manage. I really don't know what to do if they come to be particularly difficult to take care of in the future. "

This time, Christina did not respond, perhaps because the question was too stupid.

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Compared with the supervisor who has a headache over there, the employees work more smoothly.The supervisor has a very strong work ability, especially for insight into abnormal characteristics, and manages them appropriately. Up to now, there has been no dangerous out-of-control incident.

Even when there is no work assignment, they can gather in the staff rest area to chat about their recent work and an unusual special feature.

Justin pushed the brim of his hat, turned his head and asked Roman, who was sitting there, lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking: "Recently, I always see you in and out of the [Behavior Corrector] containment room, and when you are resting. I didn't see anyone, what happened?"

"Ah... it's nothing, just because it's a bit different from what I imagined. After all, you see—" Roman gestured for a while, and opened his mouth: "Yes, I thought that when I got that machine, I would be Control actions and become robots or something."

Joey next to him yawned: "I thought he would turn his whole body into a gear mechanism, and nothing happened...Yawn, ah, the task is here."

After she was gone, Roman was also assigned to work on [Teddy Bear], which made him relieved.After all, going on, he probably explained that he had customized a set of clothes for the virtual idol in the [Behavior Correction Device]...

Don't get me wrong, it's for the one in his own home. Roman himself thinks he's a normal person with no hobby of women's clothing, probably.

In my heart, I walked in, hugged the teddy bear, and then came out immediately. When Roman walked to the elevator entrance, the communicator around his waist suddenly rang: "Change target, go to [World Line Observation] Yi] Containment room, after taking it out, go to the lobby of the Ministry of Intelligence."

Everything the supervisor said was correct, so Roman shrugged, took the elevator again to the lower floor, and looked for the containment room of the [World Line Observer] according to the road signs.

At the corner of his eyes, he felt something suddenly ran over. Roman suddenly jumped aside. The whole person was stuck on the steel corridor wall, and he looked intently... it was a'little girl' with a ponytail.

She was carrying a half-full syringe gun in her hand, and Roman still had heard of this abnormal and not very similar'little girl'-no, it was not the focus now, it was to fulfill the supervisor's order.

He quickly found the corridor of the containment room. After Roman unlocked the door, he quickly walked into it. He raised his eyes and saw the [World Line Observer] resting on the table, which looked completely normal.

I picked it up and looked at it over and over again. Inside the transparent glass, some unidentified numbers were changing. After they formed the same unidentified combination, it stopped moving.

According to data, this anomaly seems to allow the holder to'observe' the so-called'illusion' of parallel space after holding it for a period of time.

If you hold it for a short period of time, you might be able to'observe' what kind of person the holder will be in other world lines-I always feel that it is more like a divination tool than an abnormality.

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99. The sense of sight is actually a wrong perception, please ignore

Apart from the digital change, there was no other change. Roman shook it subconsciously. However, this thing seemed to be locked to the space as a whole, and there was no sound inside.

It's like this tool, which seems to be made up of dozens of parts, is like a whole.However, even if it is simply held in your hand, it is not that heavy. It is about a foam carton of the same size.

The communicator slung around his waist issued a buzzing warning sound. Only then did Roman react. After quickly exiting the containment room, he walked towards the lobby of the Intelligence Department according to the instructions of the supervisor.

Walking in a relatively wide passage, as stated in the previous report to myself, illusory figures are slowly increasing. Those'people' are wearing suits and uniforms of the Ministry of Information. Everyone looks like they want Quarreling with people is normal.

No matter from the spirit or the atmosphere, they didn't look so good. This feeling rose to the top when Roman tightly pressed against the wall and let a pink slime-like abnormal phantom climb past.

Try to stabilize your breathing, even if it is an illusion-an abnormality is an abnormality, and the pressure it exhibits is completely different from the one seen in the image.

Afterwards, he entered the lobby of the Intelligence Department with lingering fears. Before Roman could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Griffin walked over with a weapon that was much longer than her, who was a designated excellent employee of the Intelligence Department.

This made Roman's face pale - no, it was not how scary Griffiy was, but behind her, there was a step by step, the flesh and blood of the whole body seemed to be turned over, but it was barely able to identify the tall anomaly in the shape of a person.

It was chasing a humanoid phantom, whose flesh-and-blooded arm resembled a giant blade, and it had already slashed forcefully before Roman did not react.

He closed his eyes subconsciously, but nothing happened. Roman cautiously opened one eye. The phantom was no longer there-no, it should be said that the phantom had left, and there was nothing on the ground.

In front of him, Griffin frowned slightly, and after turning back to the rest area, he quickly walked over with a paper cup: "Drinking it, there are some benefits."

"Oh, oh... thank you very much." He took the paper cup in a hurry and sniffed it slightly, it was the smell of chocolate milk... Roman raised his head and drank it clean.

The constant pain in his head has alleviated a lot. Perhaps more chocolate milk can relieve him, but unfortunately, he is not in the rest area of ​​his department and the equipment here cannot be used.

After thanking Griffin again, she waved her hand casually. Just as Roman was about to ask something, the communicator on her waist rang.

Griffiy pulled the [Magic Bullet] behind him, nodded to Roman, and left quickly. As a quasi-departmental elite of the Intelligence Department, in theory, her task is the most onerous.

After she left, Roman touched his forehead. The faint pain did not affect his thinking, but the hair made him a little irritable inexplicably...Hair?

Grasping a strand of soft orange hair, Roman subconsciously reached out and touched the back of his head. The thick long hair was tied behind his head to form a neat short ponytail, which feels good, but it is definitely not his own hair.

He stared sharply and looked towards the center of the hall, where a mechanical box with long arms and legs, Phantom, was standing indifferently holding his arms, surrounded by fallen Phantom employees. Looking up, it was normal. The head of the intelligence department was busy staring at the screen.

He lowered his head, and the [World Line Observer] in my hand turned into a transparent data terminal at some point, scrolling with words I didn't recognize.

Before he panicked about his current situation, the supervisor's order had been sent from the communicator pinned to his waist, through Christina's voice: "Go back to the containment room and put the [World Line Observer] back."

Immediately executing the order, Roman speeded up to the fourth containment chamber of the Intelligence Department. Along the way, he felt that the situation nearby had become very wrong. The ground and walls were full of blood stains of unknown origin, which seemed to be heard from a distance. Unreasonable roar.

The hallucinations seemed to deepen, and the headache felt worse, until he gritted his teeth and made himself desperately ignoring the long series of black phantoms with little white crying masks on his body.

Then, step by step, he walked to the door of the containment chamber, rushed in quickly, and slapped the [World Line Observer] in his hand on the table.

In an instant, all the abnormalities disappeared, and even the headache disappeared like an illusion.

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Tips: The psychology of employees is not static. They will change their views on many things as their qualities change. Did you know?

This kind of thing is probably known.

The supervisor turned his attention to the employee interface. When many people first entered the company, they would wear prefixes such as "xx new employees" on their heads. After work and study, these prefixes were more or less, somewhat change.

For example, Justin has become [veteran elite employee. Justin]... It sounds like he is praised, but in fact he is also praised.

At this time, he perfectly completed a work on the [(tentative) old woman]. It was finishing up, and he walked out of the containment room. From his confident expression, it can be seen that the work is progressing very well.

The supervisor picked up the mug he had brought with him, the only one still containing the memories of the past, glanced at the remaining carbonated drinks in it, and then continued to zoom the work screen, carefully observing the current situation of every corridor in the company and every container. .