The supervisor does not die from a debt

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Opening his eyes again, the supervisor tilted Erlang's legs, holding his head idle, waiting for the mercury lamp on the table to speak first, but this time she was very quiet.

When he even looked up, the mercury lamp slowly raised his head: "Idiot human, the clockwork is running out... this is, how many times is it?"

The supervisor picked up the key to the clockwork and replied casually when he was serious about winding her: "Perhaps hundreds of times? I don't remember it so clearly, but this time it was a little surprised...Ling, do you know why? "

"I don’t know... Ah, the orange tree has grown five centimeters, so it’s not a big problem. So what are you going to do now? Put on your arms and blow up [White Night], or continue to do this. There should be no progress. Already working?"

It’s sad to say that there is no progress. Has this changed? Maybe, when the number of backtracking reaches 666, the door of hell will open, and countless heretics rushed out of the inferno, and [ White Night] torn into pieces.

According to this reasoning, after 114514 times...

The supervisor shook his head, thinking that it is better not to continue this filthy idea, lest the department head is also contaminated.He sighed, closed the notebook, and then pulled out the winding key that had been wound.

"Nothing, go ahead. This time I'm thinking about changing my way of speaking to see if that thing is acceptable... and to be honest, since re-working so many times, I seem to vaguely feel that maybe that thing is not that I don't want to leave. "

Christina slowly emerged, she seemed curious about the supervisor's opinion.

"You seem to have discovered information we haven't collected yet. Have you come to a meaningful conclusion?"

"Um... I can only say,'feeling', as if he can't go, so he just squatted here, planning to make a comeback, so no matter what I say, it is like that."

The supervisor clapped his hands and signaled everyone to move. There is no way to change the world just by sitting, and then said: "There is another thing to say. I think there should be more than one solution. It's really a shame to hit it head-on. I don't want people to die...what is that?"

The supervisor pointed to a small piece of ground in front of the desk, that is, near the wall of the screen. The traces of frost are spreading, and the quality of the ground seems to be changing, becoming a little subtle, as if something is about to run out. of.

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924. What have you gained, and what have you lost?

The buzzer buzzed continuously, and a large number of robotic arms were immediately lowered in the supervisor's office to completely block and isolate the supervisor after layers of protection.

Then these isolation layers all turned into thin slices made of frost, and then they broke apart and turned into light snowflakes before falling on the ground without causing any damage.

The supervisor shivered, rubbing his arms coldly, holding the mercury lamp under his arm, and watching the [little seal] vigilantly in the ice cave, trying to pull himself out.

I won’t mention how this thing came here, or what it intends to do. I just use this hand to freeze the whole line, but it does not damage the screen wall. The signal connected here will not be interrupted. It has exceeded the minimum Isn't it an abnormal ability at level and Yod level?!

The supervisor looked at the [little seal] suspiciously, and after hesitating for a moment, walked over to Christina's warning and bell reminder, and reached out and pulled it out.

It was like pulling out a white radish, then placed it on the table and asked [Little Seal]: "I don’t know how you came here, but since it can do other abnormalities, it’s impossible. There must be your reasons for the matter... Is it possible to make a wish?

[Little Seal] did not speak, it slapped the table with its fins, made a sound of'dongdongdong', then yelled'flip-fiber', and opened its mouth to wait.

Can you chase to the office to eat a little dried fish?!This is too...In short, the supervisor found the salty dried fish from the drawer and passed it over.

After eating the dried fish slowly, [Little Seal] narrowed his eyes comfortably, then turned over and lay on his back on the table, the supervisor turned his head and looked on the frozen wall, only to see [White Night] on the screen The containment chamber is entering a meltdown, and only 1 counter is left.

Wait a minute, this is bad, isn't it time to start working?!

"Just now, the screen was forced to switch to the working state, and the constant speed mode, but the alarm facility has been frozen and cannot warn you."

The supervisor quickly turned his head back, and then [Little Seal] slapped his belly and screamed "Unfinished"—what is this guy planning to do?!

As the countdown ended, in the picture on the screen wall, [White Night] stretched out his wings, and then suddenly disappeared from the containment chamber. At the same time, the supervisor only felt that his footing had become extremely shaken.

At the last moment, he threw the mercury lamp out, and then instantly immersed in the endless darkness, just like the time when the armed forces were abnormal in the past, the quiet and cold feeling enveloped all around.

Only the light above the head is constantly shining, allowing the supervisor to see something in this watery, pitch-black horizon.

A certain enlightenment-like feeling arises spontaneously, as if there is something, telling the supervisor that he can make a choice, a reason that is not good for him, but can achieve his desire.

How unfavorable?I don't know, what is the appeal?Keep everyone alive.

When the supervisor opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in the magnificent hall. In front of him, the wings of light spread out, as if there were thousands of brilliant condensed [white nights].

Its red eyes are in the crown of thorns and the metal nameplate with three numbers six written on it, staring at the supervisor without emotion, as if in the next moment, it will be together with this company, this world, and this supervisor. wipe out.

"Well, I lost. Many times, people, you can't just think about your own efforts, but also look at the progress of history... You say yes, in a seal skin... Your Excellency."

Behind the supervisor, I don't know when he crawled, using an unknown method to follow his trousers, and the [little seal] crawling all the way to his head made a strange cry of'not webbed~', and then patted his fin.

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The supervisor felt that he might not be able to describe what he saw in words, because it was not something that could be organized by words.

It is impossible to use painting to describe the current situation, because it surpasses the cognition that the human brain can understand.

It is impossible to use thinking to record the information memorized at this time, because it does not exist in human imagination.

Compared with the thousands of brilliance, it is like the "goodwill" that can penetrate the sky, the colorful brilliance that bursts out from the torn seal skin, the bubble that has no shape, or other description, what is revealed is 'indifferent'.

Perhaps true indifference is more friendly than false kindness?The supervisor did not want to know the difference, because he just casually glanced at a beautiful bubble that drew in front of his eyes, and was washed away by the huge knowledge condensed on it by the light and shadow. Up.

[White Night] Even the language failed to organize, it was washed away by the colorful brilliance, and even the whole department became weird, countless incomprehensible, but constantly instilled knowledge poured into the supervisor’s mind, even if he closed it Eyes, they will also flow in along the fingertips, from the pores, from the ears, the mouth, and wherever information may be received.

Taste the taste of'words' with your tongue, and'see' the value of pictures with your ears.

Before the supervisor felt that he was going to explode, everything stagnated and then disappeared. There was no time in the world that was more peaceful than it is now. Then he opened his eyes and found that in front of his eyes, there was a... baby seal.

The supervisor couldn't say a rare witty word, his mouth was slightly open, and his legs stood there stiffly, like a stick of wood.

Then [Little Seal] suddenly burped, spit out a golden metal fragment from his mouth, and then floated up, without any emotions in his black eyes.

Some kind of message from the heart made the supervisor tremble and stretch out his hand, put his fingertips on the white fur of [Little Seal], from the front and back, after touching it compliantly, the [Little Seal] sent out a "not webbed" Scream.

The supervisor suddenly appeared in front of the two lines of words that only appeared every time he looked back, [Little Seal] opened his mouth-the supervisor saw a trace of seven-color brilliance from the depth of the dark throat.

It just bite into "Do you start working from the beginning?"On the yes/no' project, and then shook his head vigorously, the supervisor only felt that he was about to be torn apart with bare hands, and screamed uncontrollably.

Then I bumped my head on the option of'restart working today', and felt that the world was spinning around in an instant, and the whole person passed out in a coma...To be honest, in this case, it may be a good thing to be unconscious and sort out your thoughts?

This was the last thing the supervisor thought of before he passed out.

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PS:...Ah, I really want to ask for a leave...

925. Anyway, the result might be good?