The supervisor does not die from a debt

"That's it, it turns out that this process is quite long... To be honest, based on the final observations and my own sporadic guesses, I thought that all the people outside would die in an instant."

The supervisor flipped through the notebook and shook his aching hand.Futaba shook his head and raised his fingers solemnly: "Don’t underestimate everyone’s resilience, Director. Even in the darkest moments, everyone is helping themselves. Although the flame of hope is constantly extinguished, we still Here it is."

Indeed, the reason why the company still exists now means that human beings are not extinct.The supervisor nodded, and after writing this sentence in his notebook, he suddenly asked:

"In this way, the company has actually gone through a period of out-of-office search work? When did that start and no more external search work was dispatched?"

Christina's figure suddenly appeared on the screen in front of the supervisor. Before she started to say anything, Futaba knocked on the keyboard a few times and she disappeared.

"Is it the last time to search for work... Um, I remember that there should be a record, but it has always been collected, so I didn't read it."

The screen in front of Futaba keeps switching windows, and finally freezes on a short message.

'E-OS-T009 searches, the search team completely lost contact.'

"Well... After there is no safe place outside, the company never dispatched any team, and moved the company down as a whole, from the perspective of physical and anomaly protection, it became'invisible' to the outside world. ."

After Futaba finished speaking, he stretched out suddenly: "In general, that's it, supervisor, speaking of it, if it's family members, they will call each other a special way, right..."

Indeed, the supervisor nodded, closed the notebook and signaled Futaba to continue.

"Then, from today, can I call you big brother?"

"No, it feels very unlucky."

Facing Futaba's gaze, the supervisor replied in seconds.

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PS: Thank you... Oh, I don’t seem to have it today... I’m exhausted from watching the game.

342. The situation will gradually get better in a controlled state, right?

Generally speaking, the person called the eldest brother will not get any good deaths, such as being shot to death, sitting in a chair and becoming pure white and faded.

So after the supervisor subconsciously refused, he hurried to correct it: "Normal, general address is fine, you see, I am used to calling you Futaba, and I don't want to change it anymore, right?"

"Moreover, honorifics always feel very strange. If you develop the habit of using honorifics for everyone like Chino, you will always feel a little uncomfortable, right?"

At the same time, Chino suddenly felt clever all over, and looked around before continuing to prepare. When Futaba got off work, he went to visit her.

Futaba let out a long sigh of relief, and continued to look at the screen with peace of mind. Suddenly, he knocked on the keyboard a few times as if remembering something, and Christina's appearance immediately appeared on the screen in front of the supervisor.

She closed her eyes quietly and did not speak for a while, as if it were a sticker, while Futaba quickly put the earphones on her ears: "Supervisor...no, now I should say, brother is right...what else I will tell you all the information I want to know, but now, I still have some work to do..."

The supervisor also nodded quickly, turning his head to look at the declining work platform: "Ha, ha ha ha, yes, yes. Now that it has stabilized, I will also go back to the office first, and don’t be nervous to meet with other people later. Everyone cares about you."

"Hmm, I understand."

The two talked to themselves like this, as if Christina did not exist, they communicated smoothly, then the platform dropped to the ground, and the supervisor directly jumped over the fence and jumped onto the floor of the hall, then waved his hand to indicate that he was okay. Turned around and walked out of the hall.

"...I'm here to inform you that at the same time that I end today's work, please go to the head of the security department first. She is waiting for you."

After the supervisor left, Christina continued to say this in a generally nonchalant tone, "Only at this time, I think you are in good tune with our supervisor."

"Really! Hongli...well, Miss Chris, do you think so too! Yes, I always think this supervisor is a very good person! And very serious, very different from the previous supervisor!"

Futaba was swaying on the chair, and even the act of typing on the keyboard became brisk, completely ignoring what Christina actually wanted to express.

"...Please complete your work as soon as possible. The work flow will not change. You still have many things to do. Just talking about the supervisor here cannot advance the process."

After speaking, Christina disappeared quickly, and Futaba pushed her glasses, stopped typing on the keyboard very confidently, and then opened a special window.

For a long time, Futaba has been paralyzing herself with a huge amount of work, but in fact, she has written all kinds of systems that can make work very convenient, but it has not been activated-maybe in that At that time, she already had hope in her heart, but no one led it.

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After the supervisor left the lobby, he did not go directly back to the elevator room. Instead, he turned around and walked directly to the direction of the shaft elevator at the end of the intelligence department channel.

"You are on a wrong path, maybe you got lost once? I don't care about it, but your behavior is actually increasing your crisis."

When Christina's voice came from overhead, the supervisor was pressing the elevator down button at high speed.He shrugged: "However, I feel that I am in good condition now, and it seems that I still have enough energy to work on the [World Line Observer] that has not figured out its principle until now, right?"

The elevator'ding' arrived in front of the supervisor. When he walked in, he felt a sense of inexplicable peace of mind, as if there was no one here to relax.

At the same time, Christina responded: "With permission, you can perform limited work on the anomaly."

The supervisor walked out of the elevator, then walked into the containment room of the [World Line Observer] familiarly, watching the quiet place on the table, showing...Uh, the tools of the time are abnormal.

The "illusions" that everyone sees after picking it up are almost completely different, but there are also similar parts. It is said that if you take it outside, you can see some wonderful scenery that has nothing to do with you.

However, the company manual prohibits the supervisor from leaving the containment room during the'final observation', so unless there are special circumstances, the supervisor can only hold it, sit on that table, and watch it dangling in front of his eyes, occasionally the entire field of view. The'illusion' has changed.

When employees hold it, their personal abilities are slightly increased, and the supervisor himself...has no growth.

So after staying in the containment room for a while, watching some scenes that made him only feel inexplicable and a little bit envious, jealous, and hate, the supervisor put down the [World Line Observer] and walked out with his dizzy and anxious head Containment room.

"Nothing... Forget it, at least it didn't make things worse. Elevator, elevator, where is the elevator..."

The supervisor turned around, only feeling a pain in his butt, and then the whole person fell forward as if losing strength, but the pain quickly disappeared.

He quickly turned his head and looked back and found that the'little girl' was standing behind him with an empty syringe gun in her hand, more confused than the supervisor himself.

In those reflective eyes, it is obvious that they are asking,'Why can't it be extracted from your body?'In this case.

The supervisor stood up with a grin, and the'little girl' suddenly got excited, hung the gun to her back, quickly turned and sprinted, and disappeared to the end of the corridor at a speed that the supervisor could never catch up.

"Hmm...Forget it, I hope I didn't get tetanus. No, I think about something other than abnormal conditions in this company...Ah, what is this inexplicable feeling of loss..."

Walking into the elevator talking to himself, the supervisor hesitated for a long time, but finally did not call Christina-she wouldn't say anything important anyway, so it's better to ask Futaba directly.

The elevator went up steadily, and when the supervisor was still thinking about how to organize the text, he arrived at the office silently. Then, a soft and soothing piano music came from the room, which made the supervisor relieved.

What's the use of thinking so much? Anyway, when I sit on a chair and pick up a pen, I know how to write.

When the supervisor took the notebook and stepped into the supervisor's office, the screen in front of him quickly changed from black to the appearance of a rest area for employees to declare that today's work is indeed over.

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PS: Thank you Isaac Newton x2 for your reward~

PS4:...The head hurts with anger, why should I watch the game, it is meaningless, it is worse than the abyss of happiness...

343. Mismatched information will lead to deviations in communication, right?