The supervisor does not die from a debt

The next moment, the Mercury Lantern felt that the shoulders he was sitting on suddenly sank, and the supervisor was lying down on the chair like a broken wire.

Some curiously flew up, standing on the supervisor's belly, the mercury lamp tried to stand on tiptoe, and stretched out her hand to pull the supervisor's cheek-no response, so she thought about it, and suddenly smiled subtly.

Even if I lose my memory, I am vague about the past, but the mercury lamp still remembers that I was made and enshrined as the most precious puppet. This foolish man actually used her as a table pillow today. We must teach her a lesson. That's it!

Picking up the signature pen from the table, the mercury lamp held it with both hands, and after serious thought, he spread his wings and floated in front of the supervisor.

732. Regulation

The supervisor doesn't know how he will be treated, or he doesn't feel that way at all, because he is very happily stroking the pair of ponytails belonging to Miss Future, which are smooth and comfortable, and feel beyond silk... No, compared to this pair of green ponytails, silk is really delicious.

'Although I'm very happy that someone praised this...but, are you a little too keen on hair...a little shy, can you please...that..."

"Don't worry at all. I won't do anything excessive to you. This is an agreement with others. Besides, don't you feel proud?"

The supervisor said this as he walked to the lobby of the central headquarters. He kept playing with long braids in his hand, letting them pass through his fingers like running water, and then grabbed them again... how to say, although the supervisor's idea is pretty good Shameless, but this action is done by Miss Mirae's body.

It looks a bit like a star who is planning to perform on stage and taking advantage of his free time to manage his hair.

It’s just that the surrounding environment is not good. Steel walls and floors, golden lights, and pipelines all over the place, coupled with an empty environment, will become the rule of law online or horror hunting movies, then It depends on the author.

However, Miss Mirai is not an ordinary person who has no power to restrain the chicken, and even the hair is still in the way, no matter how good or bad...Huh?

When passing by the containment room where [Evil Spirit Calls], the supervisor heard the sound of'cracking' wood burning inside. It is reasonable to say that he successfully beaten it yesterday and obtained the final information by the way. This thing should be quiet?

'I think it's better not to touch it?This thing, in essence, is eating people, and it is very bad. It is not only flesh and blood that needs to be eaten.'

Yes, you still have to eat souls. The ghost knows how this thing can make itself restrained. Those... people in it don't know what the situation is.

There is no too much waiting, because there are still people waiting for themselves... With this idea, when the supervisor continues to move forward, he finds that black smoke and flames have poured out from the gaps in the containment room that shouldn’t exist. Looked like the supervisor.

Isn't he walking in the company like a supervisor now?Are you sure you want to challenge an abnormal authority of the same level and the abilities she possesses?

The supervisor rolled a long strand of hair on the braid to the tip of his finger, and then sighed: "Where to vent the abnormal ability is considered to be venting. Do you mind if I use you for a period of time, Miss Future?"

'Hmm... I always think the words are a bit strange, but it doesn't matter. After all, I believe Mr. Supervisor will not let me down?'

Too much trust in others, maybe one day he will sell himself and be happy to help make money... However, the lady in the future decides to believe in herself, and the supervisor will give the other party the expected return.

Reaching out and pressing on the console of the containment chamber, it made a sharp beep and refused to turn it on.The supervisor sighed: "Chris, are you watching."

"If you can, you can directly ask for it and tell me what you are going to do, instead of calling me that way and rudely."

Christina's 3D projection appeared next to the supervisor. Her tone was as cold as ever, but perhaps it was an illusion. The supervisor felt that her performance was a little grand this time.

Yes, in the past, at most, just put a sound or show a face on a nearby monitor.

"Yeah...Well, can you open this door for me? It seems that I was invited by the other party and I have to go if I don't." The supervisor asked the supervisor softly on the console.

"No, it is impossible to confirm the consequences caused by your contact with a dangerous abnormality. You are different from your supervisor... Sorry, the thread is not enough, please restate it. You are the director of the company. Without going through the company arrangement process, It is irrational to work on a Class A anomaly that is bound to cause anomalous disturbances."

The supervisor turned around, and the long green hair flicked through Christina's 3D projection, bringing up a circle of ripples: "How do you know if you don't try it? Miss Mirai said the same, and this thing... it It’s not that dangerous, is it?"

"... The joint decision has been confirmed and the authorization passed. I hope you will not cause the problem to become serious because of this decision."

Although I have felt this way for a long time, the supervisor still wants to say, this guy is really treated differently, aren't you afraid of being troubled afterwards?

Secretly slandering himself, the supervisor did not say it, but faced the door of the containment chamber. When the door was opened, black smoke and unburnt sparks gushed out at the same time.

When it entangled the supervisor, his mind suddenly twitched, imagining the way Miss Future would usually smile, and then said lightly: "Miss Hong Liqi, actually, I have always liked you?"

Smoky, the supervisor's figure disappeared, while Christina's 3D projection has been showing motionless in place, even the construction department clerk who just walked past found something wrong.

Then she flickered a few times like a dead lamp, and then jumped out a bunch of floating error warning signs, all of them disappeared-in the bell's room, the bell, who was waiting for the future lady to come, shook her head and suddenly stopped. .

After turning on the console and pressing the preset button, Christina appeared in front of her: "Hmm...what happened? The first emotional threshold of Red Meow almost burned out the suppression device, what good happened? Could it be that, Sister Mirai confessed to you?"

"um, yes."

Ling blinked her eyes and called out the video: "Let me see... um, that's it, the supervisor really loves pranks. If you hurt a girl's heart like this, you might be trampled to death by a cow. Don't be too red. Care, anyway, the supervisor will trouble you when he is fine?"

"I personally think that this is not the case. It is an expression from the heart of Miss Future. It is confirmed by data that it is not led by the supervisor."

"Forget it... after all, it is Hong Miao, understand and understand. Although the supervisor can perfectly fit the abnormal thing during the period of armed abnormality, it must be the words from the heart of the future sister-well, the record is complete, I will wait I'll just tell the future sister?"

Christina's projection paused for a while, and she folded her arms: "The guidance has been completed, but I have neglected. The analysis of the characteristics of the supervisor is not yet fully clear, and more information needs to be collected."

Looking at her with a smile, Ling nodded: "Yes, yes, you have to collect information carefully, you can't be deceived~ Hong Miao~"

733. Temperance

The supervisor only felt that the feeling this time was clearer than before. He did pass through an indescribable black mist, then jumped out of the bonfire, and while landing lightly, new green tenderness began to grow slowly around the shoes. bud.

Hurrying to follow the instructions of Miss Mirai in his heart, after condensing the feeling of activeness, the supervisor looked around, then raised his head-the huge bright moon hung high in the sky, and the light emitted was almost overwhelming the fire.But obviously, there is no one here now.

What? What does it mean to not play the game after inviting others in another way? Is it possible to make the supervisor more elegant and easygoing?

'No, it can't be like this...In that case, I always feel that a lot of valuable things will be lost...'

If it doesn't work, there is no way. The supervisor casually found a tree trunk and sat down, holding a ponytail and playing with the pliable hair strands, rolling them around his fingers and then loosening them, looking bored.

Fortunately, Miss Future can still chat with herself, otherwise it will be even more boring.

"How should I put it, I always feel that I am being watched, not from the woods behind me, but from the feeling of being watched everywhere, from every direction, all the time... Do you have this premonition?"

'Hmm... No, shouldn't it, is it an illusion?'

It shouldn't be an illusion, but I can't tell what's wrong, or where it's not right, which leads to slow response to the most important one.

Sitting on the tree trunk with his chin, the supervisor straightened his legs, then raised his right hand to his eyes, looked at Yingrun’s slender fingers, and suddenly opened his eyes: "I said, why not try to do a little bit of damage? Miss Future, Can you still use anomalous abilities now?"

'It can be...but it still depends on the supervisor yourself?After all, you are the dominant player, not me, so no matter what you plan to do, I can't stop it.'

The supervisor had a bold idea, but he didn't dare to implement it. Fortunately, the armed object couldn't read the supervisor's heart, so Miss Mirai didn't know at all, and she escaped.

"Ah, let me see, I try... First, calm down, and then imagine the concrete image of things..."

There was a bright green light in the palm, and under the supervisor's subconscious grasp and swing, a baton was formed.

That's right, the kind used for symphony music is unremarkable, it doesn't matter if you use it to knock on the table, it's the baton that will be 100% broken when you hit people.

He stood up and patted the skirt. When the supervisor was about to raise his hand and start waving it, black smoke and sparks suddenly began to gather around him. It felt like recruiting'survivors'.

Upon seeing this, the supervisor hurriedly retracted his posture, and snapped his fingers after thinking about it for half a second. The formula suit he was wearing was quickly replaced with a sleeveless black long dress that was not so eye-catching.

What a ghost?!

'Hug, sorry?Because after the abnormality, I can only try to remember the clothes I was wearing when I sang, so there are not so many choices, and I can’t find daily sportswear...'