The supervisor does not die from a debt

The supervisor lay nervously on the table, fearing that a kitchen knife would pierce his body through the table, but waited and waited until the image of Christina appeared on the computer monitor, nothing happened. .

"You seem to want to imitate the tableware that people put food on in the past. But unfortunately, the company doesn't keep this data, so it can't give you the detailed process and the food you need."

I quickly clarified that I was just avoiding being stabbed from the back. The supervisor jumped off the table and hung up the phone after thinking for a while before sitting back on the chair.

"But, is this phone really valuable? Every time it rings, it doesn't matter. It used to be the kind of voice I hear occasionally in nightmares. This time I even directly let Koi call in— —"

Before the voice fell, the phone rang again. This time the supervisor directly picked up the microphone: "The call you are calling is not in the service area, please hang up."

"Huh? Lianlian is not Miss Mary, elder sister, it is Lianlian? Can't my sister hear the voice of Lianlian!"

The supervisor rolls his eyes at Christina-so this phone is used for nothing, except for the abnormalities that come in, and even the hospice calls are not available.

"Why doesn't my sister speak... Isn't it because you don't like falling in love..."

Since Christina didn't say anything, the supervisor had to sigh, and for the first time responded to the side of the microphone, who was constantly urging Koi.

"Miss Lian, although it's a pity, in fact I am only the director of this company, not your'sister'. Maybe because of the abnormality of the armed forces, some changes have taken place, resulting in a slight appearance..."

"Sister, don't need to be so polite, just scream that Lianlian is Lianlian?"

"...Well, Lianlian, okay. Anyway, you will understand now by listening to my voice, I am not—"

"Lianlian knows?"

Huh?

On the microphone side, the little girl with short green hair who could easily be mistaken for Miss Mirai’s sister still had that peaceful tone.

"Lianlian knows that my sister is not an elder sister. But my elder sister now looks like an elder sister, and she is a rare elder sister who can talk gently to Lianlian, so Lianlian thinks her sister is an elder sister."

This child may be sent to participate in comics.

Rubbing her head in pain, the supervisor also reacted. The so-called "sister" in her mouth is actually more general... Maybe it is because that specific existence has long since disappeared?

"Lianlian is just telling her sister that Lianlian will not go anywhere anymore, and will often find her to play with her in the future! Hmm...sister seems to be very busy, then Lianlian will play by herself~"

The phone hangs up, only the busy tone remains.The supervisor hung up the phone in a daze, and then looked at Christina on the computer monitor—so, why did she call in.

By the pier?

…………

...

After the wind and waves were calm, the supervisor was relieved to continue to write the observation report. The picture on the screen wall switched to the familiar staff rest area. The constant flow of people made the supervisor feel relieved from the bottom of his heart.

Although it's a pity that I can only watch them here.

There was a slight noise in the elevator on the left. The supervisor ignored it, just lit the notebook seriously, thinking about what new descriptions he should continue to add to this anomaly.

In addition, there is the new arrival that can be combined with the other two to form a triple-A scenic spot after arriving at the central headquarters. He has not read the report that has been compiled.

As long as you are willing, things are more than time.

After the "ding" of the elevator arrived, Shuangye Xiaobu jumped out of the elevator, still holding his laptop in his right hand, and opened his palms with his palms facing down. He didn't even bother to push his glasses down.

Then he yelled in a low voice, "Futaba, Sango——Ah, is your brother working..."

Finding that the supervisor did not answer, Futaba walked behind him, pushed his glasses and stretched his head to look at the table, and found that he was looking at [O-03-93] information in a troubled manner.

Because it is related to religion, there are many inexplicable parts that are drawn with black bars to prevent the supervisor from seeing some information that is not suitable for him to see now.

But in this way, the efficiency of extracting available information is greatly reduced, or even stuck for a while, and the supervisor will not use any extras, such as "concentration", "insight", etc., to enhance it. Reading ability.

Even because he was too concentrated, he didn't even notice that Futaba was constantly making various movements behind him.And the very familiar piano solo from the turret.

Then, Futaba suddenly narrowed his eyes, rubbed his hands vigorously, and then stuck it on the supervisor's neck!

"Huh?! Attack! Chara, do you count me?! Don't suffer me!"

The supervisor waved the signature pen happily, intending to use it to defend himself, and the entire office chair turned around before being caught by Futaba and stopped.

"My brother's reaction, why does it feel like a coward who has just been to a haunted house? Oh, by the way, I am not afraid of ghosts, unlike Xiao Zhino!"

After putting his fingers up and saying this, Futaba naturally walked to the supervisor, pulled the chair prepared for him, then took off his shoes, squatted on it, turned on his laptop, and turned his head.

The supervisor lay on the chair with an expression of impossibility, and was more or less psychologically prepared for Futaba’s arrival... After all, she used to stay alone because she was not interested in the outside world, now... and before. Different.

"Ah...This anomaly is too difficult to deal with, so you can't tell me simply, what is the situation with this thing? My instinct tells me that this is another guy who flees is equivalent to finding a way to restart, but I am still not sure. , Futaba, what do you think?"

"Hmm...This is a prohibited matter. Even if it's my brother, I can't violate this regulation, otherwise, terrible and terrible things will happen.

How terrible can it be, the big deal is being turned into a piece of paper by a hydraulic press?

However, Futaba lowered her head, and the transparent glass lens reflected the light in the room, making it difficult to see her expression—then she whispered.

"Brother, have you heard of,'wetware'?"

Author's message:

PS:...Good practice update...The final observation is written, have I fooled you (

Final observation. [Miss Mary]

[Miss Mary]

Item number: [O-04-84] (deleted)——" [F-01-84]

Danger level: Kaph

Damage in containment chamber: 1-3 (white damage)

...

Energy production:

11-15 (excellent), 7-10 (normal), 0-6 (poor)

...

Abnormal work feedback:

Instinctive work: average

Insight work: general