The supervisor does not die from a debt

The supervisor feels a little tight in his chest, which is also normal. After all, the mercury lamp always hangs himself in front of the supervisor, or it is still wrapped in his clothes.

He nodded Christina's forehead, then knocked the small golden sign of the bell to tell her not to play dead.

"Yes, the supervisor has already been able to guide traits very skillfully without knowing it, but Hong Miao, you have to know that men are teenagers until they die, and people have a secondary mentality, especially now that they are always at any time. The situation is about to collapse~"

If you don't let yourself find a way to distract yourself, the supervisor feels that he and the department supervisor must be crazy.

Closing her eyes quietly, Christina remained on standby, and the robotic arm delivered a heavy gun to the supervisor. He weighed it a few times, then held it without hesitation and pointed the muzzle at his temple. .

"Should I yell sodium metaaluminate at this time to be more suitable? If I yell it, maybe I will be able to open a branch line again..."

The world has calmed down. The supervisor sighed and took the mercury lamp out of his arms, let her stay on the table first, and then went to the bathroom to deal with personal problems. Then when she turned back again, she suddenly felt something and picked it up. Guns in the air.

There were no bullets in it, no wonder it was lighter than last time.

The supervisor again sat in the chair, picked up the mercury lamp and pinched it, thinking constantly about what to do next time at work, and even he had a bold idea-the big deal is to go down in person, and send someone off after today’s work .

Yes, there is obviously this trick, why not try it?

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PS: ...I hurt myself by brushing the dead palace, and I feel even more painful when I think that there will be a palace in the future...

PS4: ...and ask for a ticket for a blade!

920. If you can speak, speak a little more.

"You mean, this kind of thinking doesn't work? Why do you have to determine the number of employees before the start of work, instead of dispatching them later?"

"Because anomalies are so unreasonable. The containment chamber is forcibly suppressing their activity. In fact, they are not without perception of the containment room."

Ling sighed and rubbed her forehead sleepily.The supervisor’s backtracking had the first effect on her, followed by the mercury lamp—the latter was holding his head, sipping chocolate milk to relieve himself of the headache.

After that, the department head and Christina, especially this AI, have not said a word until now, as if they have forgotten their work.

"...So, is the current situation like this? Then today's work is temporarily not allotted, and it is changed for you to pass this day. After all, the discerning person knows that you have done a good job in training employees' work literacy."

Victoriga gently knocked on the ceramic pipe that could diffuse water vapor, and after making a summary, he began to leave the screen, and suddenly stopped halfway through.

"Just in case, use a language that you can understand. Don't be too sorry for the sacrifice of the employees, they just change back to the record... From my perspective, they are no different."

"Okay, okay, I know, but my thoughts won't change, right?"

"Huh, it's okay."

After Victoriga left, the supervisor quickly dropped the people in the employee column, and then armed them with preparations, and found that Bell was beckoning.

"what's up?"

Ling smiled and said, "Supervisor, let me tell you. In fact, Victorica really cares about the death of employees, because the record is static, and the living employees are the real people. So in fact, she agrees with your philosophy. Oh?"

Then why didn't he nod his head and admit it, the supervisor shrugged, maybe it was the so-called verbal disobedience, it was not a big deal.

"Don't you know very well, okay, what do you do next? Do you really plan to rely on your own'character' to face [White Night] directly? Do you need me to send your outfit over? "

The supervisor shook his head and stood up empty with both hands: "No need, I don't even plan to go in with anomalous arms. This thing is very exclusive, except for its so-called "blessing".

"And obviously, I don't want to see people except people. I'm going to see if it can naturalize a determined heretic."

At this moment, Christina spoke suddenly.

"I think it is best not to make this attempt. If you are also forced to submit and become an abnormally uncertain'believer', the company cannot bear this risk, and I hope you abandon this work plan."

Even Ling was shocked, she turned her head and looked at the screen for a long while without speaking.The supervisor held his arms and pondered: "Is this your idea, or is it the best answer to comprehensive company status?"

"Both."

This AI didn't intend to admit it to death, but when it was said, she was actually exposed. How should I say, at least things are changing in a good direction.

The supervisor smiled, picked up the notebook casually, and gestured to the back of his head.

"Okay, don't persuade me. The big deal is to give me insurance. If you find that I have been brainwashed, remember to fight here and kill with one shot. You should be familiar with it?"

Even the mercury lamp felt that if it wasn't for the AI ​​to freely control the texture, the person on the screen would probably be angry.

…………

...

To be honest, the feeling of entering the departmental area under working conditions is quite novel. Although the supervisor himself does not feel anything, the feeling that if there is something that seems to be abnormal in the hall, it must not be faked. .

All employees have been dispersed to other departments, including clerks, so when the supervisor came down, the only person who greeted him was Victorica's look rather disgusting.

How can I say it, the cartoonization of the cognitive filter is really good, but when I saw him, the supervisor was still quite excited-who doesn't like blond, blue-eyed, petite and soft, cute child like a Western doll It.

Although Victoriga couldn't be called a "child" in any way, that kind of unique temperament that lingered all over her was not fake.

After tapping the pipe in the palm of her hand to stop it from emitting white smoke, Victorique said in her unique, rather hoarse and old-fashioned voice: "Go down to work in person, and act bravely. This kind of attempt is best. Don't do it too many times, but it's probably not understandable in the minds of ordinary people.

It’s not easy to understand. After all, you don’t explain what you are saying, so the supervisor did not refute anything. He just took out a handful of hard candies from his pocket, passed it through Victoriga’s head, and passed it to A dark-haired girl sitting in a chair and caring nothing about the outside world.

"Since Victorika doesn't like it, then I'll give it to you. You're welcome. Anyway, if you want to look back later, you have never eaten it."

"No, I will remember after the memory is diverted, she will remember, and everyone will remember. Don't underestimate yourself. Memory is the most important part of mankind and cannot be discarded."

Suddenly a lot of things were said, Datri Ann sat there after taking the candy, no further action... Well, too, anyway, there is not so much idle time to chat anyway.

So the supervisor walked towards the containment corridor very easily and staggeringly, and by the way, after admiring the completely different assembly plan between the lower recording department and the upper one, he stood at the door of [White Night]'s containment room.

After sorting out your thoughts a little, when facing the other side, the smelly mouth may only be regarded as an incompetent wailing, so it is best to form a meaningful conversation, see where the other party's language limit is, and then make plans.

The worst preparation is to kill yourself and show it to it if you say something wrong, and then rethink the countermeasures to see if you can start from another angle.

Then, the supervisor opened the door of the containment chamber, and the warm light leaking from the inside made him feel like he was in the early spring sunshine. Although it was hot, it was warm and warm.

He raised his leg and walked into the containment room. The dazzling light made him unable to look up and see the appearance of [White Night], but the light was just right to express its'status'.

"Lost Lamb, what you ask for, I already know that the slightest slanderous words are just a few babbles to eternal paradise.'

The supervisor quietly listened to the words that came into his mind. The sweet voice seemed to be mixed with honey, drawing people closer, and when it said'I will show you what is the real power', Speak suddenly.

"Can you tell me how I was driven out of this world by the heretics?"

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