The supervisor does not die from a debt

Even with the information Christina, she only calmly said that if she couldn't bear it this time, she would try to lose her temper and let the supervisor understand it.

After all, Futaba was fully aware of his comfort to Tomano.Even quite a bit envious-those former supervisors have never tried this way.

Most of them are panicked and unreasonably wanting to speed up the results of their work, as long as they can collect energy, ignore any objective factors, or even talk to themselves for a whole day... When the department head is also unstable, they only want to The fastest speed to suppress this change, so no one can go to the end.

Suddenly waking up from the memory, Futaba shook his head, took off his glasses and patted his cheek-in fact, glasses are not necessary, but they are used to driving something on the nose, so I don't bother to change them.

The focus now is to confirm the situation of the supervisor, not to recall something in the past...Once I leave work, Futaba feels that he is always distracted, and his thinking is like a wild horse.

In the picture, the supervisor moved his body, released the'little girl''s hand and said a few words of relief, and then left the containment room, standing in the corridor a little at a loss.

"Supervisor, that, your [final observation] results are very smooth. That is to say... well, it is perfect. The company has recorded this work, and you can make it easier..."

Futaba’s voice was conveyed over there, and the supervisor immediately nodded, then wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the voice came through without any difference: "To be honest, it’s quite nervous... Forget it, then I should do it now. What, go straight to the office or do some other work by the way?"

This time, Christina replaced Futaba and replied: "You don't need to think about more troublesome things, just go back to your office and sort out the results of today's work."

Futaba quietly watched the supervisor walk into the separate elevator passage opened in the wall and blinked.She continued to turn her attention to the screen—her work was far more complicated than imagined.

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PS4:...It's Saturday, I want to relax...

212. Today’s work is over, you can take a short break

The supervisor staggered out of the elevator, and his final observation of [Big Daddy] was far less relaxed than it seemed.After watching a large-scale submarine dystopian fantasy series for free, he only felt that he was a little bit mentally lax.

It is like the illusion of dizziness after suddenly drinking a lot of water and then lying down after carrying a heavy object under the scorching sun, and this illusion has not diminished, but has continued to do so.

Constantly rubbing his head, the supervisor yawned and walked to the table. The sweaty shirt behind the front was very uncomfortable. He couldn't help taking off his jacket and shirt and throwing it on the ground. Then he was caught by something. Attracted the eyes.

That was the pendant left by Tomino in the morning. It kept hanging around her neck following her request. At this moment, it was emitting a faint light... It was not a reflection of light, but it was really shining.

Before the supervisor could see it, it dimmed, leaving only the reflected artificial light.Other than that, nothing has changed-so when the supervisor found that he really couldn't figure it out, he stopped paying attention to it.

Pulling the chair and sitting down, the supervisor opened the notebook, shook his hand subconsciously, and wrote with a pen every day. The supervisor always felt like he was back in his school days.

However, a small box on the table makes him somewhat inexplicable...what is this, is it a new pen case?

"In view of your low work efficiency in recording documents, your proposal to install a micro-printer has been passed. Starting today, you only need to place it on the page of the book, and then use the keyboard to enter text, then you can write the corresponding Content."

Christina appeared on the computer monitor at the right time. Correspondingly, the screen wall was completely dimmed.

She nodded slightly and continued: "In addition, please put the useless pendant on your neck on the table and give it to the robotic arm that will serve you later. It has no effect on you now. Now is the time to rest. If you have any questions, you can call me at any time."

Then she disappeared, and at the same time she stopped the soothing music that was usually played while working-and then replaced with familiar piano solo music.

The floor next to the desk was slightly lifted, and he retracted after serving the dinner plate.The supervisor did not hesitate to uncover the plate... As expected, the dinner was also lowered by several grades.

It was a few brown breads that looked extremely hard and a red soup. The supervisor only smelled a very mellow spice.

Even if the level is lowered, at least the taste must be guaranteed within the scope... The unknown producer is really hard.

After the supervisor let the wall of the screen light up and showed the image of the staff rest area, he tore the brown bread with some effort, put it in the soup, waited for it to soften before picking it up, without hesitation He was very satisfied with his mouthful and spicy mouth.

The slightly sour but spicy taste made the mind sober instantly. The supervisor put one hand on the keyboard, planning to have dinner today while recording the final observation report of [Big Daddy].

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The information obtained from [Big Daddy] greatly broadened the supervisor's knowledge of the world.However, he still secretly complained about where the setting was copied from and so on, and even had time to talk to himself there.

Although he thought he was talking to Christina, the other party didn't say a word until the end of the dinner, as if he was really going to deal with something tricky.

The supervisor took the last piece of black bread, wiped it carefully across the bottom of the bowl, and completely spread the thick soup that had been slightly cooled but was full of vegetables and meat on it, and then ate it in one bite.

Chewing on the chewy (and no sawdust) bread, the supervisor said vaguely: "People used to be omnipotent in the sky, but now they end up like this. It should be a very tortuous story."

"But what does it have to do with me, it is too far away, and there is no real feeling... By the way, Chris, is the bonus that can be obtained for the abnormal [final observation] also included in the deduction?"

Christina did not show up, she replied briefly: "Yes, all are included in the deduction items. But today you have completed the additional task goal of the security department director, this one will not be deducted, please check."

With the sound of the receipt, Christina disappeared silently again.The supervisor just shrugged, opened the account, and confirmed that most of today's income was consumed to pay for the maintenance expenses of Chino's family.

In this way, she doesn't have to make a decision in who goes to sleep, and can accompany them better.

Thinking about this, the supervisor zoomed the screen, dragged the camera to the bar on the first floor, and planned to take advantage of the opportunity that Tomino was still busy in the coffee shop, to ask anna, this lingering spirit What's the matter of slack feeling.

Anna stood in front of the chained coffee machine as always, and no one except her was allowed to touch it.The employees are also very interesting, most people order two bottles of wine, or add some food to eat and drink in other places.

Occasionally, someone would go to Jill to specialize in bartending, and by the way, to talk about something that was not tuned. The female bartender can always answer very coldly and appropriately. In general, the atmosphere of this bar has always been like this.

After the supervisor ordered a glass of water (paid), anna smiled and waved her hand: "Did your work go well today? It doesn't seem to be very good depending on your appearance. Would you like to see the department head who can cure all diseases? "

"Um... I also drank the medicine she left behind. Now I feel very energetic, but I am a little weak. But now it seems to be recovering. Let everyone take a break. Anyway, it is a rare relaxing time after a day of work. ."

The supervisor looked left and right with the cup of water, and after confirming that it had no alcohol smell, he took a sip. It was sweet and moist, even better than the so-called mineral water-it deserves to be produced in'that coffee machine'.

Anyhow, it cost money.

"It deserves to be circulated among department heads, like an anime male lead. But in this world, this kind of indecision...ah, you don't seem to be like that-anyway, you have done a very good job. But I won’t discount for no reason."

Saying so, she still pressed a string of text on the coffee machine with her backhand, and then sent a glass of orange juice low-alcohol wine to the supervisor.

"But there is nothing wrong with occasionally asking you to have a drink, just as I wish you a good meeting with the supervisor of the fourth work department, and give you a small gift."

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PS: ...what is the situation where the bone on the tip of the finger always feels a little pain when typing on the keyboard?

PS4:...Alright, continue to ask for votes for blades...

Final observation. [Big Daddy]

[Big Daddy]

Exception number: F-06-51

Danger level: Peh

Injury 2-3 in the containment chamber:'Red Injury'

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