The supervisor does not die from a debt

After taking a few deep breaths, the supervisor placed his hand on the control panel next to the door of the containment chamber. With a buzzing, the door quickly went up and down and opened, and at the same time, a pale white mist gushed out from it.

The document stated that this was just ordinary water vapor. After the supervisor calmed down, one stepped into the containment chamber.Behind him, the door closed silently, and would not open again until Guan completed the final observation.

There is a conspicuous yellow warning tape on the floor of the containment room to warn employees not to step over it unless necessary. Other than that, there is no abnormal barrier between employees... The supervisor is no exception.

The images previously seen on the screen walls have actually been modified by cognitive filters to make this ticket booth look more cartoonish.But now it's really coming here... it looks extremely lonely.

Although it looked like someone was taking care of it, it was still rusted in the long passage of time. The supervisor made a few gestures, and it seemed that the area above his waist was not cleaned.

But the question now is, how to communicate with this anomaly?Or communication... If you follow the employee's work flow, just walk to the front of the ticket booth, ignore the rotating gears above your head, and get the ticket handed out from the ticket booth.

At this time, the four lights above the head are all in the off state, but a part of the small gears has already begun to whirl, and it is estimated that it will not be long before the first light is on.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the supervisor cautiously walked to the ticket booth and reached out and gently tapped the glass that seemed to be opaque: "Hello? Excuse me, where is this car going?"

There was no response inside, and even the window was not opened, but in the orange light, the supervisor clearly saw someone moving inside...but he was not in a hurry, just stood there quietly, waiting for a response.

The gear on the top of the head drives the large gear set to rotate. When the first light was on, the supervisor knocked on the window again. This time, a rectangular piece of paper that seemed to be handwritten was suddenly sent out.

When the people inside were about to close the small window, the supervisor suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the window frame-this is an action with the determination that he might be cut off.

Obviously, the existence inside did not expect that someone would dare to do this. After a pause, a very young but mature little girl's voice came out from it.

"The function of this ticket booth is just to sell tickets. You can only go to the platform when you take the train."

The supervisor didn't get the ticket, he asked slowly, "So, where is the platform?"

"..."

The people inside did not reply, but the supervisor felt that the pressure from his hands had disappeared, so he also let go and picked up the ticket on the metal table instead.

It is written in words that the supervisor can't understand, but can understand its meaning inexplicably.

'Go to the safest platform.1 passenger and 1 person, ticket issuance time unknown, arrival time: not available yet.'

There is no name of the train's company, no prints, and no departure station. This handwritten rectangular piece of paper feels unusually light, illusory, and even with a trace of heat when held in your hand.

When it is taken away and taken to the containment room, it will suddenly burn, and then it will be restored to everyone... Is this just enough?

The supervisor placed the rectangular note on the table. He watched the top of his head go out, and then began to turn the ticket booth from the tiny gear: "The safest platform, the safest... It sounds like the purpose of this train is not Is it painful or killed. Does it want to find a safe site and then stop?"

"...Yes, this is my mission."

The people inside answered quietly, and then unexpectedly explained: "The train will not stop before reaching the destination, and everyone will not be harmed. I will protect them..."

The supervisor looked up and saw that the first light in another round came on. He suddenly asked: "What do you think of our company? It is safe enough here, and employees have their own living areas. Compared to the outside... Except that there is no platform."

"Not safe enough, far from enough. Everyone will be hurt, and there are more people who need to be protected, waiting for me to accept..."

The voice of the people inside became quieter, and the supervisor stood outside the ticket booth with his body supported, holding the thin piece of paper in his hand, and suddenly said.

"Steam Train No. 8620, or... Eighty-Six, in your heart, in fact, you are not only thinking about endless advancement, but also looking for the end with those things that can't be regarded as human for a long time."

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231. It takes more than courage to fulfill the promise

Although there is no such thing as a number written on the front of the note, on the back, the supervisor can easily see the number of '8620' written in brown handwriting on the back of the brown.

It's a bit difficult to recognize, but it's okay in the bright lights of the containment chamber.

The people inside were obviously frightened. When she didn’t speak for a while, the supervisor continued: “I found out by accident while working on the anomaly. Those anomalies that would endanger the lives of employees and ordinary humans, actually It’s not essentially intended to hurt them."

"Follow their own ideas and act according to the characteristics of the anomaly itself. They use their own way to maintain themselves. The result of being too simple is that they don't know how much harm their actions will cause."

The supervisor folded the note in his hand and put it in his pocket: "You do the same. You want to protect others, but the train cannot stop without a station. Without the track, it cannot be controlled. In the end, it can only move endlessly. Those who want to protect are no longer humans."

There was a slight noise in the ticket booth, and the little girl called'Eight Six' by the supervisor whispered: "But... this is my mission. I must find the'safe platform'. But there is nowhere. , Nowhere..."

The supervisor lowered his head and touched his pocket, and found that he had no communication equipment except a few pieces of candy. He had no choice but to look up at the ceiling and then made up his mind.

"That’s good. Although the current company is not secure enough, it doesn’t mean it’s always the case. Do you want to try to trust me once? When the company becomes secure enough, I will try the proposal to make the poisonous AI extra Building a small station will allow you to stop, at least...get rid of those things that are no longer human and are constantly urging you to move forward."

When the supervisor said this, he was not sure of his idea. After all, he had only seen the train speeding by once, and even the passengers on it could not see it.

And suddenly, all of a sudden, they talked about building a station, maybe Christina would spray him directly when she was going out.

The sound in the ticket booth suddenly became noisy. Before the supervisor knew what was going on, the metal pavilion wall that seemed to have no gaps on the side was suddenly pushed away.

The little girl who resembled the supervisor's memory, dressed in a uniform that can only be worn by a standard railway conductor, with long black hair, and who looked like a doll—no, was a doll, rushed out.

"Really real?! Are you...no, you really have the ability to build such a station that everyone can feel at ease and there is no danger of invasion."

Zhu Hong's eyes stared at the supervisor tightly, but staring at the supervisor from the bottom up, it made her look completely imposing—of course, the supervisor did not dare to underestimate her.

The supervisor subconsciously squeezed the ticket in his hand, he thought for a while, and finally decided to tell the truth.

"In fact...If I hadn't been deceived, in this world, there is really the ability, and it will not be biased towards abnormalities, and the real ability to rebuild civilization is probably our company.

"Rather than running endlessly without knowing where, looking for illusory platforms that may no longer exist, it's better to consider trusting the company...Although I am not so sure."

The girl named'Eight Six' lowered her head slightly, her hands in white gloves squeezed together subconsciously, and then suddenly turned around and ran to the ticket booth as if she suddenly remembered something.

Then he closed the door with a bang.

When the supervisor was in a daze, her voice came out of the window vaguely, but this time, it was slightly more active than before.

"Is it true what you said? Yes, I can feel that this place is much safer than those passing by...Although it is still far from what my mission requires..."

So why have to talk through the window? Is it safer inside?Or does the supervisor look vicious or something?

"Yes, it is a more correct choice to entrust you to the station that is illusory and may never exist anymore than to go forward endlessly..."

The supervisor immediately answered: "Otherwise, it would be better. If I succeed in doing it, I will come here again and tell you the good news?"

"...Long-term physical contact with me will make you gradually become like that group of passengers. I'm sorry, this is not allowed."

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After that, the communication finally became smoother.According to 86’s self-introduction, the supervisor almost fully understood what she thought of as a “safe platform”. To be honest, it was both complicated and not that complicated.

The less complicated part is that even if the supervisor just makes a short railroad track and builds a high platform with a little bit of material, it is enough to allow the train to stop at the station.