The supervisor does not die from a debt

Stretching for a long time, the supervisor once again patrolled the structure of the company. After seeing the'little girl' still running tirelessly outside, waited for her to enter the hole in the wall before choosing to end her work.

The work background quickly freezes. Today's work results, employee promotion, death, and simple schedules are all listed on a document that falls into the center of the screen wall.

Some employees have received sufficient self-training and become more skilled, but the supervisor himself...nothing has changed.

Think about it, otherwise, there will be no more training for supervisors to strengthen the project.So he just shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and after confirming the completion of today's work, he picked up the stack of papers at hand.

Today you can observe [Big Daddy], [World Line Observer], [Little Helper] and [Dead Butterfly Funeral].If nothing happens, even [T-09-86] can be included in the observable range before starting work tomorrow.

By the way, [T-09-86] was renamed [Hell Train] after the employees unified the concept and rejected the personal understanding of the supervisor.

Although I don’t understand why it had to be driven from a place that doesn’t seem to be in this dimension, employees will be violated or even killed when they encounter it. There is really no problem with this name...

The supervisor grabbed his head and thought for a while. He thought that the [Death Train] he had started was pretty good. Why was everyone opposed to it?

Putting these scattered thoughts aside, the supervisor took out the information of [Big Daddy], and after reading it carefully, he folded it down and inserted it into his pocket: "Chris, I choose [Big Daddy] this anomaly ,sorry to bother you."

"Your choice is indeed in line with the current company's needs. Please wait. The head of the intelligence department is adding additional suppression components to [Big Daddy]'s containment room, cleaning the environment, and confirming that the supervisor lowers the area."

After taking a few deep breaths, the supervisor forced himself to calm down, drank the water in the cup, then walked to the door of the upcoming elevator, stared at the wall, adjusted his breathing and mentality, and prepared to meet his own challenge.

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The premises of the Intelligence Department are completely different from the Control Department.

When the supervisor jumped out of the elevator, there was a faint smell of electrolytic oxygen in the blowing wind.Not only that, even the lighting on the promenade is biased towards cold light, rather than the warmer color like the control part.

Outside the cold steel corridor, the buzzing noise that suppressed the flow of energy never stopped. The supervisor pulled the collar, received the strange little pendant hanging on his neck into the collar, and then walked towards the containment chamber.

Futaba is still on standby in the hall, but as the supervisor itself, there is no way to enter the hall, so there is no such thing as meeting her.

Stomping his feet, breathing the cold air, the supervisor turned his head and followed the instructions, walked straight to the door of [Big Daddy]'s containment room, and put his hand on the operation panel.

The door went up and down silently, and the air behind it kept pouring into the containment chamber, and the negative pressure in the air seemed to urge him to enter... With a long sigh, the supervisor stepped firmly into the containment chamber, and then squinted. eye.

What appeared in front of him was a heavy diving suit with a tall body. There were dozens of neatly arranged glass cylinders on a huge brass helmet. The inside could not be seen through them, because it was dark. , As if no light can penetrate.

Some common shellfish are adsorbed on the diving suit. In addition, it is quiet like a real diving suit-but after seeing its combat effectiveness, the supervisor will not be fooled by the illusion in front of him.

But the question remains... how to establish a connection?

The supervisor tried to squat across from it, beckoning, calling out its name, and even boldly touching the conch attached to its wetsuit, all failed, and the [Big Daddy] lying in front of him seemed to be completely deactivated. Like a diving suit.

Ten minutes later, the supervisor squatted back to his original position in trouble.He grabbed the back of his head and didn't understand why [Big Daddy] didn't respond...Even employees, at work, can get at least some feedback.

Scratching his head, the supervisor suddenly looked back. The'little girl' in a tattered long dress with a huge syringe in her hand was approaching the supervisor timidly, as if she was planning to'extract' something from him.

Realizing that she was being watched, the'little girl' turned her head quickly. When she was about to escape, she saw the supervisor turned her head back again and continued to stare at [Big Daddy].Curious, she walked to the supervisor with the syringe, looked at him, and then at [Big Daddy].

The supervisor sighed and took out two toffee from his pocket-put it in the pocket, which is more convenient to eat by yourself, without having to open the drawer-put it on the ground.

"Eat, eat... Don't bother me to establish contact with this guy... What on earth do I want to do, I won't play with his drill..."

The'little girl' picked up the candy, and the remaining memory made her tear the candy wrapper with her fingers, and then licked the sweet smelling candy.

Then, she suddenly opened her shining eyes, and after putting the toffee into her mouth, she didn't even need the syringe, rushed to [Big Daddy] in front of him, and then jumped to his hand. Palm.

Author's message:

PS: Thank you Jead05 for your reward~

PS4:...shivering in the cold wind, and then I noticed...this finger protest...

PSN: ...In short, please ask for a ticket and ask for a reward. Don’t say anything else, the medical expenses must be earned first (think deeply)

211. Communicate and communicate, perhaps without language

The supervisor did not expect that he had been in the monkey show for a long time. In fact, the key point was the'little girl'.In other words, if only the'little girl' expresses a certain will, [Big Daddy] will not hesitate to focus on her will and do her best to satisfy her.

The supervisor emptied his pocket, but he found less than five toffee. He spread out his hand and shook his head, saying that after he hadn’t carried more, the little girl didn’t continue to do anything, but grabbed the candy. Put one of them in the hands of the supervisor.

Then he handed the other grain to [Big Daddy], and then sat next to him happily, pursing her mouth seriously, if it weren’t for the scary eyes and the messy clothes on her body... she probably He is a very cute child.

[Big Daddy] stood up suddenly. When the supervisor was about to run away, he suddenly dropped the drill in his hand (smashed a pit) and put the little candy in his other hand into his waist Metal box.

Then stretched out his right hand, showing a posture that he wanted to hold back something, bend down slightly, that posture was a bit like...inviting the supervisor to stretch out his hand.

The heart was beating fast and the blood was flowing at high speed, but the supervisor felt that his face must be pale. He quickly wiped his hands on the clothes, then stretched out the same cold hand and placed it carefully on that one. Fingers are on a diving glove about as wide as your palm.

Although he was mentally prepared, in fact, at the moment of contact, an indescribable emotion that emerged from the opposite side was like pitch-black and deep sea water, submerging the supervisor.

But this illusion only lasted for a moment.The supervisor has not yet understood what he saw, or has actually seen it, but before he can sort it out in the future, the connection has been disconnected.

[Big Daddy] Continue to stretch out his hand, seeming to pull the supervisor up from the ground very cautiously, let go after he stands firmly, and sit down in his position, like an abandoned deep-sea diving suit.

The supervisor hesitated for a while, then turned to look at the'little girl' who was seriously savoring the taste of toffee.

"You want to protect her, and we don't mean to harm you, your'daughter'. Even, if it is not necessary, we will not even cause any harm to you..."

The supervisor stood there quietly, and continued after a while of silence: "It's safe here. Compared to the outside, it's much safer..."

He suddenly sat down cross-legged, holding his hands and lowering his head thinking: "Actually, I don't understand, but, at least I understand one thing...The purpose of the company's housing you is to establish contact and prevent you from going outside. For something even worse..."

As he spoke, he also began to clarify his thoughts, not only that, but the idea of ​​wanting to go outside became stronger.But now that there is no such condition, I can only suppress this idea.

There was the sound of running in front of him, and a pair of dirty feet that belonged to the'little girl' suddenly appeared in front of him, stained with black mud and dust.

The supervisor looked up, she was trying to make herself smile, but it was obvious that she failed.So it seems quite distorted.

She wiped her hands on the dirty dress vigorously, and then imitated the appearance of [Big Daddy], stretched out and waved, indicating that the supervisor also reached out to touch her.

The supervisor raised his head over her head and looked at [Big Daddy].After discovering that it was just lying there, the weapon was far away from the hand, he settled, and held the palm of the dead person as cold as it was.

Then, a picture hidden deep in the bottom of the sea that made the supervisor feel extremely depressed, pounced on the supervisor as if it were substance.

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Futaba kept tapping on the keyboard, and what appeared on the screen were all kinds of simple, straightforward, and aesthetic windows that ordinary people would never understand.

She suddenly stopped, curled her legs and squatted on her chair. The light of the screen was reflected on the glass lens. In that scene, in the small surveillance scene, the supervisor was lowering her head and holding the'little girl'. Hand, as if sleeping.

The intelligence shows that the supervisor’s brain is extremely active, and the monitoring signs are also very normal with the help of Ling Xian, and the abnormality cannot cause the supervisor to die suddenly in this situation, so in essence, you have to wait for the supervisor to wake up before doing it. an examination.

Futaba blinked, staring silently at the screen, abandoning all external interference, and devoting his mind to work and error correction, so as to ignore the information that makes her unacceptable and even unstable... But, this way Is it really good?