The supervisor does not die from a debt

It's a bit strange to describe, but in fact, many people-abnormal-have said that, describing that they feel a warm feeling when they are close to the supervisor.

Miss Mirai smiled and nodded: "Although for me, the effect is minimal, but no one will refuse to cover a blanket in the summer air-conditioned room... right?"

This statement is really grounded.And the description methods of the two are a little different, right?

When the supervisor was defamating, Lian...The child whose full name should be'Gu Mingdilian' had quietly approached the supervisor, and carefully looked at him from bottom to top.

With a knife in your hand.

The supervisor immediately leaned back, wanted to get away as soon as possible without leaving the position, and then remembered what he was doing here, and forced himself to sit upright, looking like a wobbly tumbler.

Lian suddenly smiled and waved the knife in his hand: "Don't worry, Lian Lian I will only poke those bad things. You look like a good person, so Lian Lian won't do it."

What is the cut at the meeting, is it casual behavior under confusion?!

This love seemed to be very good at reading the air. She blinked and realized that she was actually quite safe, and the person in front of her...Although the person who did not exude threats, but was scary in nature, they were very friendly. He cleverly hid the kitchen knife behind him.

Calm down, the supervisor looked at the notes in his hand, and after a little thought, he continued to ask: "Although it is a bit presumptuous, in fact, I am the director of this company. I am responsible for the research of abnormal things, and the possibility of Communication anomalies, make connections..."

"Abnormal...Ah, I understand, it's those bad things, my sister told Lianlian, don't underestimate Lianlian, those bad things, as long as they'poof', they won't move."

"Uh...so, how do you define'bad things' and'good people'?"

I saw Lianlian lifted the phone and shook it happily: "Just like this, call a place where you might answer the phone, and then if the call is received, it will start a game process that has been played for a long time. When you speak, Lianlian will know if you are a good person."

After speaking, she also pressed the button on the phone to make it make a beep: "If it is a bad guy with a ghost in his heart, she will definitely hang up immediately, that's it!"

So... Is this why the longer the staff is in the containment room, the better?To be honest, this is probably some kind of misunderstanding.Employees think that the longer they are in contact with abnormalities, the more likely they are to cause problems, while Lian thinks that the other party must have a guilty conscience to hang up...

In short, write it down first.

The supervisor put down his notebook and thought about what to ask next, and found that he didn't know when he was handed another glass of orange juice.

"...I can't drink anymore."

He put it on the table without hesitation, but the opposite Koi picked it up happily, and then drank it up without hesitation. Seeing this, the supervisor touched his pocket and took out the candy in it. .

It was originally prepared for the "little girl", but now it is sent out, maybe something good will happen.

I saw Koi's subtle expression like a cat picky about food, then looked down for a long time, and finally realized that she grabbed it, and then put it in her pocket-there is no pocket, so she just grabbed it in her hand, even the phone I don't want to take it anymore.

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To be honest, if the'ultimate observation' is this kind of atmosphere, the supervisor will certainly not resist, but unfortunately, this is impossible.

However, the progress cannot be said to be incomplete. After this, the atmosphere has obviously eased and the trust of the other party is obtained, the supervisor promises that the person who will call her after entering the containment room will leave some souvenirs-as the'supervisor' Following your signal.

"In this company, although there are always unpredictable dangers, sometimes... I mean, although someone once told me, it is dangerous to take the initiative to persuade abnormal things and let them change their perceptions. Things, but..."

The supervisor closed the notebook, sat in the chair, and said as if expressing an opinion when talking with a friend: "If possible, if the person receiving the call passes your vigilant time, then can you please-don't Go looking for them?"

After listening to his words quietly, he looked at the supervisor intently. From her face, there was no expression, because she seemed to always be the same, not caring much about most things.

After a long time, Lian suddenly swallowed the candy in his mouth, and lowered his head to play with the kitchen knife that had been wiped clean and refracted the light.

"Although I don't know why, but if you can make Lianlian feel friendly, he must not be a bad person... Well, if someone talks to Lianlian every day, then the one who listens to you is a friend!"

It seems a bit wrong to be friends with such a small child, but she is what she says. The supervisor is not someone who cares about identity, so he quickly stretched out his right hand and bent his little finger into a hook.

As a result, Lian grabbed her hand and shook it randomly (nearly breaking his arm), then she nodded earnestly: "Then, it's agreed. If you don't follow the agreement, you will be torn apart?"

What is the custom of falling apart, is the car split?

In the end, she happily carried a handful of sugar, her mobile phone and the kitchen knife in a metal hat, and said goodbye to Miss Future very lightly, and then moved to the supervisor and closed her eyes slightly, as if she was feeling something, and then slowly. Leave slowly.

The whole person dissipated like a phantom, walking very simply and neatly.

After a moment of silence, the supervisor put away his notebook: "I still trouble you today, Miss Future."

"Don't be so polite, as a former supervisor, it is a matter of course to help my descendants... Besides, I don't have much to do here. Everyone is very busy. Apart from practicing songs, I only have to raise green onions. ."

Speaking of which, the green onions in this flowerpot are really exuberant...

So a few minutes later, the supervisor was holding a bunch of spring onions tied up with spring onions and standing at the door of the containment room in a daze...If all the anomalies were so friendly and kind, maybe they wouldn’t happen. Is it a disaster?

Just think about it. Dreaming at night will not cause trouble to people, so in the end, the supervisor just shook his head and held the containment room from [F-01-84]...... Uh, I haven’t thought of the name yet... The phone taken out from here, walked to the containment corridor in the second district of the headquarters.

It's definitely not good to take it back with her. Let's return it to her... Anyway, this is the only port through which love and this world can reach contact.

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PS: It's Saturday!...But what does it have to do with me, right?

PS4: It's the middle of the month!Ask for a ticket!Please blade!And you know, that kind of mysterious points!

440. Accidents can happen inadvertently!

[Miracle Band]’s containment room is the one with the highest level of the company's suppression force field. As an A-level anomaly, her danger intensity is naturally far greater than all anomalies below this level... in an objective sense.

Subjectively, it is naturally different, although once the [Miracle Orchestra] breaks through containment, with the current level of armed forces in charge, fleeing is tantamount to doing nothing before.

Having said so much, what I actually want to express is that, logically speaking, there is no way to get out of the containment chamber, whether you are in love or in charge, without the approval of Miss Future.

The former will be suppressed, the latter...can't open the door.

Coupled with the previous intelligence records, the supervisor has almost understood her mode of action.As a very obvious concept derivative anomaly, she may be similar to the 86, Herola, and Zhenbai La that I finally observed before.

They are all people or things that actually exist. After the abnormal tendency completely changes the characteristics, the abnormal things born from the mixed concept are very regrettable, but this is the reality.

Lowering his head, flipping through the notebook in his hand, when the supervisor walked all the way to approach the hall, he suddenly glanced behind him and touched his neckline after finding that there was nothing.

At the moment when he was stabbed, the supervisor really felt that he was going to die and was not cheating, but Miss Mirae could use incredible healing methods to heal wounds that would be absolutely useless without a professional doctor (such as Ling Xian)... It's amazing.

But it also makes sense. After all, it is the former director, the first item contained by the company that has the ability to kill all employees of the company in an instant, and piggyback all those anomalies back to the concept of Class A anomalies. No two brushes can be rated as Class A. .

Looking left and right, the supervisor put his hand in his pocket, put the notebook in by the way, and when he continued to move forward, he always felt that where and who was staring at him.

Can't help but look back again, as if seeing an illusion, Love is walking slowly behind him, but there is nothing...no, I can't say that.

Because the'little girl' ran over at some point, she stared at the supervisor, seeming to hesitate to poke the syringe into his body.

After all, this is also a person who just came out of the containment chamber. In theory, he should be able to poke, but reason told her that the person in front of him was very kind and the poke was not very good.

The supervisor quickly rummaged through the pockets of his body, but found nothing — everything that could be given before was given to Love, so he had to spread his hands and smile a little sorry.

The'little girl' tilted her head and looked at the supervisor, blinked her glowing eyes, nodded rather sensibly, and then stepped up and patted the supervisor's leg with her dirty hands.