The supervisor does not die from a debt

But just because of this, the supervisor will not be satisfied-it is rare that the producer prepares various sauces with such care for seasoning.

Holding the chopsticks in the right hand and the spoon in the left hand, the supervisor took a bite of the rice and chewed a few times while pour a little soy sauce from the plate, let it penetrate the gap between the texture and the pork cutlet, then swallow the rice, and continue to bite the meat steak .

There is a clear gap in the level of taste. Although there is a bit of suspicion of being in charge of heavy taste, no one here looks at it—well, there is, but the taste that you like is the most important.

After eating the small half of the steak neatly, the supervisor slowed down, thinking about the tricks to evenly spread the tartar sauce, barbecue sauce and mustard sauce on the different steaks, and then each time, you can enjoy the fresh taste .

In the slight clash of the tableware and utensils, the supervisor quickly swept away the meat steaks that were beyond ordinary weight. However, when he reached the last few pieces, he slightly touched his stomach.

I have eaten a lot, but if I don’t finish the rest, it doesn’t seem to be good. I don’t respect the producer, so what should I do?

"The weight is really too much...I can't solve it alone, so can you help me? Just one piece, one piece is fine."

Tomono looked at the supervisor who was asking for help with some trouble. It is really bad to waste...

While she was so hesitating, the supervisor peeled off the two oranges, squeezed the orange petals, and poured the juice on the tonkatsu-the unique fragrance of oranges, mixed with the aroma of the tonkatsu, made her feel complacent. Leaning forward.

It feels a little refreshing, it seems that it is not impossible to try it?

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The supervisor's strategy succeeded, although the result was that both of them were too supportive and could not move while lying on the chairs.

"This, this feeling... familiar. I always feel that if I don't want to make a comment, I will have this weight every day...or more."

"Will it be like this!"

Chino's eyes widened in surprise. Even if she didn't act very exaggerated, it was already rare for her who had a faint expression in her daily life.

The supervisor nodded: "Yes, it will definitely be like this. If you don't finish eating, maybe someone will funnel it in your mouth, and then stuff everything you haven't finished.

What he said was true, and he even drew a circle on his head. The huge appearance made Chi Nao shiver and seemed quite scared.

If the supervisor is forcibly poured into food by that kind of thing, he will die!

Just when she was about to contact the person who made meals for the supervisor every day, there was a noise from the elevator on the left, and then with a ding sound, the walls and the elevator doors inside opened.

Futaba jumped into the office with a laptop computer that was almost a black technology to the supervisor. She suddenly sniffed: "Oh oh... I smell it. It smells delicious. Could it be that I missed the dinner? !"

"Ah... Miss Futaba, good evening. Well, haven't you eaten yet..."

Tomino hurriedly jumped off the chair and ran over, as if he was welcoming a customer at his own coffee shop. Then, when he realized something was wrong, he quickly retracted his hand and pulled Futaba's chair away from the table instead.

"No, I have eaten it. It's just that I'm curious that my brother usually eats so luxuriously-like this, um, that's it, it's that way..."

Futaba lowered his head and glanced at the personal terminal, then put it in the pocket of his coat and sat down, then Tomono put a cup of coffee in front of her.

As the director of the intelligence department, what the director ate today is all you need to look at the intelligence flow, and you don't even need to spend any energy, so everyone is not surprised...including the director.

"Yeah, then, today, there is an extra thing I want to ask my brother for help? It seems that Tomono has already said it, that would be great-now, let's start! Time waits for no one, there are many things, all You can do it!"

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PS: ...the mentality too affects the codeword performance, so uncomfortable (

407.Simple and easy supervisor class starts~

The test Futaba said was to ask the supervisor to open the folder on the computer, find a game with four vertical lines and one diagonal line, and then double-click to open it.

The black smoke produced by the incomplete combustion of the flame and sparks slowly flicked across the screen. The supervisor rubbed his fingers and put his hands on the keyboard and mouse, ready.

The serious look is just like when he usually works. Once he enters the state, his style of painting will change - but as long as you call him, you can immediately change back.

Futaba picked up the pair of headsets used to observe [Miracle Orchestra] from the table, adjusted it slightly, and put it on the supervisor again, and then removed the eyepiece mask.

Sitting next to him, with his hands on the table, Tomino stared at the computer monitor in front of the supervisor. The screen on the screen appeared to be much more complicated than that shown in [O-06-11], or added Game screen with convenient UI design.

Since it is a special training, the supervisor will naturally play the role of a butcher lurking in the dark, waiting for the victims to come, and then hanging them on the hook to please the'evil spirit'.

But before him, employees have started additional training, which is one of the reasons why today's employee rest area looks sparsely populated.

Futaba raised his fingers and shook it, looking quite proud: "I actually distributed submersible devices to the employees. Except for no pain, in this, the interaction with others is far more perceptive than the supervisor now plays this. ...Well, huge weirdo, go deeper!"

The supervisor glanced at the newly added LAN. Almost all the rooms were full, and most of them were in progress. It was not easy to find a place to squeeze in.

"Do employees also play the role of a butcher... This is to allow them to better understand the butcher's behavior patterns and what the other party is doing when they are active?"

"Yeah! That's right, that's it. However, my brother doesn't need to act as a survivor. I have already set up the program. Just click here and start queuing, and you can go directly in for special training for employees."

Under the guidance of Futaba, the supervisor entered the game smoothly. In the screen, the butcher he played was standing in a bush a little far away, quietly watching the middle of the woodland, and the huge bonfire was frightened around. Survivor watching.

"Choose a butcher... Okay, sister nurse is good. Let me see what skills and accessories I bring, as well as sacrifices-oh, this is good, suitable for training new people's escape awareness."

Self-talking and adjusting a bunch of things, the supervisor filled the purple and red things, and then clicked to start... I don't know why, Chino felt that the current supervisor was a bit evil.

Futaba is even more straightforward. She puts down the steaming coffee cup: "My brother is like a bad guy who is about to do evil now. He smiles very strangely..."

"Hmm... Ms. Futaba, the supervisor seems to be strange, what should I do... Ah! Could it be that the abnormality has begun to reversely affect the literature and audio products?!"

Pulling up the sleeve tube, Tomano intends to drag the supervisor off the chair and physically interrupt the effect of the abnormality on him. Fortunately, the supervisor has not yet entered the game, so he waved his hand quickly.

"No, it's not what you think, don't be nervous. People who play butchers are more or less a little excited... This is normal, really, very normal."

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Two department heads are watching, and Christina is testing the deflection tendency for the supervisor at any time. In theory, there is really no problem.

The last time the in-service supervisor became anomalous was a long, long time ago, so after the initial panic, Chino quietly watched the scenes in front of the supervisor's various transitions, as if every blur and shaking of the picture would cause There was a panic-stricken survivor who voluntarily sent his neck to the edge of the knife.

Futaba struck her laptop seriously, and pushed her glasses from time to time: "This butcher turned out to be like this... It cannot be ruled out that she will do better than the supervisor."

On the contrary, Chino looked at the picture being distorted and zoomed, probably because the butcher's body was shifting too quickly. He shook his head in pain and shifted his gaze away.

Then it was accidentally discovered that on the first floor above the staff rest area on the screen wall, the door of my coffee shop was opened by someone, and then... my beloved actually ran out!

She hurriedly zoomed the picture to one level, staring nervously at the trajectory of her beloved action. To be honest, although she had gone out together before, now the rest area is sparsely populated. What should be done if her beloved encounters any danger!

Although the staff rest area did not appear abnormally, in some places, if the beloved ran over, it might fall into the reservoir or fall from the first floor to the second floor...

Looking worriedly at her slowly walking to the right side of the rest area, Tomano suddenly turned his head to look at the supervisor... He just seemed to have made a very strange, evil laugh that he had never heard before.

But the supervisor looks very serious now, he is seriously tracking a lame survivor...probably an illusion, right?

Some of her beloved actions were not fixed. Sometimes she would stop temporarily at the door of other shops, and sometimes walk very fast, but the position where she finally stopped made Chino quite worried.