The supervisor does not die from a debt

It's not that I didn't sleep well, or that I almost suffocated myself to death because my head was buried in the sofa-it was just that I woke up habitually because it hadn't come to sleep.

Although he only slept for an hour, the supervisor felt that he was more awake than usual, and even if he stayed all night today and then continued to work tomorrow, there was no problem.

Of course it's just a joke, the supervisor doesn't plan to work as a social animal who sleeps for 48 hours and sleeps for 8 hours... at least not now.

After lying down on the sofa for a while, he tried to prop up his body and sat up, and subconsciously moved his arms-very comfortable, or so comfortable before.

Long-term work in front of the computer has made his shoulder to upper arm muscles stiff for a long time. In addition, Ling Xian folds his arm in a single face. It stands to reason that even after using those weird medicines, it is at best to recover as before— —

Now, the supervisor just feels that the shoulders are unreasonably relaxed, and he can even make countless difficult poses that humans cannot normally pose.

When Christina's image appeared on the computer monitor, the supervisor was distorting his body, posing as if squatting, but twisting his hands behind his back. In short, it didn't look like a normal person would do it.

"Our supervisor suspects that there is a hidden schizophrenia. The best solution is to use electric shocks and water to force the supervisor to calm down. If you deny this treatment, please reply to this paragraph immediately."

The supervisor quickly rushed to the desk: "Don't don't, I just think I'm very light, so I just try it-yes, I haven't eaten dinner yet!"

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PS: Thank you Huayin for your reward~

PS4:...The press conference is over, so you are a younger brother...

128. For humans, the way to get comfort is too simple

The desire to survive made the supervisor's mind turn very fast, and even came up with an extremely rigid way to change the subject, but the result was always good.

"Two hours have passed since dinner time, and your request is unreasonable. The demand has been replaced with supper. It will be delivered in half an hour."

Christina narrated peacefully, and she casually reached out to the fax machine on the other side of the table: "Now, the R&D department has completed the research and development of the anomalous weapon you submitted. Please have a look. Or, you can change this according to your preferences. Set aside the report, and indulge in entertainment software that doesn’t help work."

Has this AI become more poisonous today?It should be an illusion, she usually does this kind of virtue, but today it is more intensive.

The supervisor immediately waved his hand and expressed his love for work: "Forget it, let me see the abnormal information first. If you want to rest, you have to wait until you have eaten..."

The fax machine spit out a pile of paper. On the first piece of paper, a large white butterfly with black outline and pattern was drawn on the first paper. Yi] these words.

Even in order to prevent the supervisor from not being able to read it, the small Zhuyin pinyin is used to indicate it at the bottom-it always feels quite redundant.

"In many cases, you have low cultural literacy, so we have to use a more simple and understandable method to inform you about the various characteristics of the abnormality.

Selectively ignoring what can be said to be a personal attack, the supervisor rubbed his stomach and found an egg-yolk-flavored energy bar in the drawer: "Let me first look at this abnormal weapon and what effect it can play... …"

Turning the page, the above detailed description of the [Death Butterfly Burial Ceremony] detailed information, including its theoretical weight, the maximum damage that can be caused to employees after breach of containment, and special abilities, etc.

There are many, very detailed, and the supervisor only needs to extract the important parts, and record them in a special notebook specially sorted out and recorded abnormalities after concise.

"Peh-class anomaly [Dead Butterfly Funeral]...Let me see, weapons, weapons, here...huh?"

Looking at the drawing of the weapon in his hand, the supervisor hesitated for a while, then turned to the next page, carefully looked at the description and description of the weapon, and then put down the file and rubbed his head.

"A black pistol and a white pistol. The two are a pair. Why don't you call it ebony white ivory?"

Complaints belong to complaints, and the supervisor is still conscientious, filling the abnormally armed information in the abnormal record notebook, as an archive, and considering who should give it to tomorrow for use.

Holy Prophecy

'These two guns are serious.

The holder and the confronter are silent.

The grief of the dead, the fear of death, are imprinted on it.'

'Weapon level: Shin

Number of researchable: 1

Damage: 2-2

Damage type: white damage

Attack speed: extremely fast

Attack distance: far

Staff equipment requirements quality: Justice III'

Regarding this pair of weapons, the supervisor thought about it for a while, and the first reaction was,'Is this a dish?'After that, I thought about it seriously. It should not be as simple as I imagined.

The output of a mere 2-2, how could not be worthy of the level of this weapon-the supervisor is a little stunned up to now, a Peh-level abnormal, the weapon produced is actually a Shin-level, which is completely incomprehensible.

He pondered for a while, and after turning a page, he found that the weapon introduction hadn't been finished yet.

'While using this pair of weapons to attack, simultaneously cause 2-2 black damage to the target pointed at by the muzzle.'

This is the first time that a supervisor has seen a weapon that can cause two kinds of damage at the same time. The actual effect will have to wait until tomorrow when the work starts, and the actual damage will be tested by an employee.

Thinking of this, the supervisor let out a long sigh. While closing the file, the floor next to the desk was slightly moved away. A mechanical arm held the metal dinner plate and slowly sent it to the supervisor.

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Since there have been too many things from get off work to the present, the supervisor is just hungry and uncomfortable. He doesn’t care about what he wants to eat. Strictly speaking, even if the buns are delivered now, he can eat with a cola. Finish.

However, the moment he opened the metal meal cover, the heat immersed in the nasal cavity and the aroma of the food made him understand that what he wanted more was not only to fill his stomach, but also to satisfy the pleasure of eating.

Said it was a midnight snack, in fact, what the supervisor saw was a bowl of soft glutinous rice that was about 20% more than usual, piled in the bowl and was about to overflow, and a pickled side dish—and, an opaque glass Dinner plate.

The teriyaki chicken steak set, which is dark brown in appearance and dark brown in sauce, always exudes charming salty and umami flavor, is just served on the plate.In the same way, it also increases the portion, and even makes the supervisor wonder whether he can finish it.

I can't wait to hold the chopsticks, hold the small single soup bowl with the other hand, and take a sip after blowing the light oil on it.

I have confirmed that it should be a specially prepared miso soup specially prepared with bonito flakes as the base material-to be honest, sometimes the supervisor also wants to try other types.

But this is not the point!

I can’t wait to scratch the plate with chopsticks and pick up a piece of teriyaki chicken steak. The cut is flat and the sauce is poured into it. The white chicken inside is dyed the same brown with a slightly clear sauce color. .

Ignoring that it was still a bit hot, the supervisor put it in his mouth and quickly flipped it twice with his tongue. With just a little force, the tender chicken and the completely gelatinous chicken skin were squeezed out and the taste was complicated, but But the gravy is distinct.

Many people don't like chicken skin. The reason is that there is too much oil in it. The producer obviously understands this, and even after carefully removing the subcutaneous fat before processing, the supervisor even subtly feels that the taste is refreshing.

While chewing hard, the supervisor immersed his head and slammed two mouthfuls of rice. The mixture was chewy, and at the same time it had a sense of fulfillment of eating rice.

Unable to stop at all, the supervisor kept mixing the teriyaki chicken chop with the sauce, and then quickly stuffed it into his mouth, looking like a person who had lost his mind because of hunger.

"The human body is fragile and sensitive. It cannot do many jobs. As a super AI, it is difficult for me to understand the complex thinking of people who want to maintain this identity."