The supervisor does not die from a debt

When Christina said this, the picture on the screen wall gradually disappeared, and finally it was dark, but the supervisor seemed to think of something inexplicably.

That was what Tomono had said not long ago, or some time ago.

'As long as you stay with the supervisor, the feeling of instability seems to be smoothed out...'

The supervisor didn't say it directly. After all, Christina's answer must be "No comment" as always. Therefore, he needs to go there in person and reach Futaba, really face to face, to communicate with her.

Author's message:

PS: Thanks to Gu’s Ketugeya for the 5000 award!Thanks thanks...

PS4:...Being controlled by caffeine will make you crazily want to sleep and can't sleep peacefully, so that you have a headache-I will be a dog after drinking coffee!

PSN: ...The cappuccino is so delicious, Wang

339. You may never think about what value you have

The screen wall is still pitch black, and even said that Christina today did not even give the supervisor the so-called "special ammunition" or persuade him to directly suppress the department head.

It’s a good thing to think in a good direction, at least it looks like she has given up the so-called...more efficient way of working.

The supervisor closed the notebook in his hand, raised his head and drank the last sip of the mental energy drink in his hand, patted his clothes and stood up-after thinking about it, he should take a portable notebook with him and put the signature pen in his pocket by the way .

"Chris, I'm ready, let me go to the hall now."

The sound of elevator movement came from the right side of the office. At the same time, Christina’s voice came steadily: “According to the company’s judgment, you will perform some unnecessary behaviors at work, and we can’t judge what results it will cause , Please be careful."

Of course, otherwise Futaba might rise up, and forcefully tear up the supervisor, he might not cry even if he cried... Well, it is better to contact Ling Xian and let her be on standby.

When the supervisor made arrangements, the elevator just arrived at the supervisor's office. The familiar wooden interior made the supervisor subconsciously pull the collar.

Then he strode into the elevator and looked at the familiar scenery in front of him being cut off by the elevator door. He lowered his head and opened the notebook, thinking about what he should say when he saw Futaba.

Although she has been strong enough and wants to be in active contact with people, it is clear that it will take a relatively long process... when the supervisor passes by, what should I do if I hide before touching her?

When I met an employee or a clerk before, I couldn't walk immediately. If it weren't for Aoba to take her, it is estimated that Futaba would have to squat in the corner for 10,000 years, pretending to be a big mushroom.

The supervisor sighed and put away the notebook, feeling the elevator stop slowly, and then opened the door.As a result, it was unexpectedly discovered that the place that came out turned out to be another anomalous containment corridor instead of directly arriving at the hall.

Maybe there are too many equipment in the lobby to open an elevator door?The supervisor didn't know, so he just shrugged and jumped out of the elevator.

The slightly cool air made him shiver subconsciously, and then he looked around, and walked in the direction of the lobby of the Intelligence Department along the already lit guiding line in the empty corridor.

When passing by the containment room, the supervisor paused a little, glanced at the sign at the door, and found that this was the containment room of [Little Seal], he paused slightly.

This is a very friendly, very friendly to employees, except that it will attract employees to touch the leopard after running out, causing them to be unable to move normally, there is no abnormality in any harm.

So far, in addition to the extremely excellent work results, the supervisor has not seen any other results, and can be called the best employee in the abnormal.

It would be great if more energy was given.

Thinking greedily, the supervisor turned and walked forward, and then stopped immediately-in front of his eyes, the'little girl' was holding a huge syringe gun, seeming to be frightened, looking at him with some fear.

However, she seems to have recognized who the supervisor is. The'little girl' happily shook the syringe gun and walked up and down. After wiping her hands on the dirty clothes, she looked at the supervisor with expectation. .

The supervisor touched the pockets that could be stuffed all over her body, and finally found two pieces of milk chocolate. After stuffing her quickly, she patted it. It felt a little dirty, but it didn’t feel so bad. Head.

The'little girl' blinked her eyes and stuffed the chocolate into her pocket, and happily took apart the syringe gun, handed a glass tube full of luminous energy to the supervisor, turned her head and ran away.

…………

...

The huge connection between the hall and the containment chamber is actually only used to isolate the space. The door that could not isolate the abnormality slowly split up and down and slid open. The supervisor walked into the hall with a luminous glass tube in his hand. The first reaction was ...

It is taller than the control department hall, the security department hall or the training department hall is much wider. In short, it looks very spacious, maybe suitable for dozens, maybe hundreds of people are suppressing abnormalities here.

On the vast screens around, words that the supervisor did not understand were constantly circulating, so after reading it for a few seconds, the supervisor hurriedly looked up for Futaba's location.

In fact, there is no need to find it, because the only active robotic arm above the head is traversing the hall, stopping in front of a huge screen, and even listening carefully, you can still hear the sound of crackling and tapping the keyboard.

"Uh... Futaba? Can you pause for a while? I have something to want..."

Before the supervisor had finished speaking, the robotic arm swiftly extended downwards, bending and lowering Futaba's working platform to the ground, as if Futaba, who was all curled up on the chair, turned his head and pushed towards her. It's quite big eyes.

"Hmm, no problem... Director, you have worked so hard today, that's not right... Now what I should say is that there are many, many new intelligence that I haven't paid attention to before, so many!"

Is it the workaholic Futaba mode now...Should it be better to wait a while before calling her?

The metal protective door on the side of the hemisphere opened with a click, and Futaba moved his chair aside, signalling the supervisor to walk on the platform.

Without hesitation, the supervisor hurried up, and unexpectedly found that the platform was quite spacious...well, maybe it was because Futaba was relatively petite.

After the protective door was closed, Futaba put his hand on the joystick at will, and the platform quickly rose and approached a large screen nearby.

Afterwards, Futaba gently tapped the keyboard, staring at the monitors in front of him for office work-there was no extra decoration on the desk except for office supplies.

"You may still have a lot of questions you want to ask... But, actually, I don’t have any more questions. Although the signs of instability still remain, it only takes a little adjustment time to suppress it completely. That's it."

When she said this, she suddenly looked at the supervisor in a puzzled manner, and then leaned toward him: "Mmm... Indeed, it's the same as the information. Under this situation, it's like a cold night. Here, it’s like a kotatsu that emits heat by itself."

What is the situation with this wonderful metaphor?The supervisor scratched his head and suddenly asked, "Then, do you want to try to shake hands like Chino did?"

As soon as the voice fell, Futaba immediately stopped her hand movement, and when the supervisor thought she was going to refuse, grabbed the supervisor's arm: "Well, of course you can try. It should be said that it seems to be very effective, very effective!"

Author's message:

PS: Thank you for your 1688 reward~

PS4: ...finished, so I continued to ask for votes for blades...

340. Accept the reality boldly!

Futaba seems to be over-excited, or rather excited at all. It seems that he wants to isolate himself from anyone, talks to himself more than communicates with others, and will never stand when he can squat. The appearance of an otaku who got up has almost disappeared.

"Is that so? Oh, by the way, actually there is a clerk watching here, I forgot to tell you."

"Wow-"

Futaba subconsciously swayed the platform from side to side. The supervisor quickly hugged the lever on the protective door, so that it was not thrown down. Then he saw Futaba curled up again, holding his leg, carefully looking left and right, as if he had just left the house without knowing the world The vast hamster.

Hmm... Hamsters are not as cute as Futaba.

"Lord, supervisor, that, it's really not good to get in touch with more people... Well, at least until then, I only meet with other department heads... If you are not familiar with people, there are still some..."

Knowing that she could not be forced, the supervisor gave a dry cough, took out the notebook from his pocket, and put the gift from the'little girl' on the table.

"Anyway, while there is still some time now, can I talk to you for a while? Regarding the company, about you, no matter how trivial, unpleasant things, or if there are any needs that I can meet, you can ."