The supervisor does not die from a debt

[The Silence Orchestra] The containment room table is no different from other containment rooms.It should be said that except for [Big Bird]'s containment chamber door is a bit different, all containment chambers are basically the same.

Standing in the doorway, taking a few deep breaths, the supervisor forced his mood to calm down, then touched the bump on the top of his head that had hit the door frame hard, and finally put his hand on the illuminated console.

A rapid buzzing sounded, and then the door in front of him slowly opened-the light from the door shone on the supervisor, making him unable to see the appearance of the containment chamber for a while.

However, he quickly stepped into the containment chamber, the door closed silently behind him, and everything inside was directly displayed in front of the supervisor.

The first thing I saw was a potted green onion with a relatively developed rhizome, which was placed on the ground.

It looks a bit like all the leaves have been chopped off in advance.

Then, sitting behind the yellow cordon, facing the supervisor with his back, holding a guitar that has plucked the strings and made intermittent sounds of'that abnormal'.

The supervisor did not take the initiative to disturb her, but took out the signature pen from his pocket and opened the notebook.The opposite side is facing the wall. Although sitting on a chair, it is swaying. The two strands behind her head are extremely exaggerated, and even the long green and blue hair that was dragged to the ground because of sitting is also swaying. .

But she obviously didn't care about this, she just immersed herself in music creation.

That's right, she is composing, and the plucking is to continue the music score she imagined, so the supervisor wisely did not interrupt, just waiting for her to stop.

Just for some reason, the supervisor found that when he looked at the other party from behind, the field of vision in his glasses did not change. The same was true for the silver vest that was extremely fit but not often seen, and the thick, thick and inexplicable long hair.

Soon, while the supervisor was thinking about it, the guitar plucking stopped, and the other party placed it on the shelf lightly, then jumped off the chair and turned to look at the supervisor.

In the supervisor's field of vision, her front face and whole body were instantly obscured by a bunch of green onion sticks, and then a striking warning word appeared, but soon, or before the supervisor could react, these warnings slowed down. Dissipated.

Including those scallion sticks obstructions also disappeared, and the screen returned to normal again.The anomalous true appearance of'that' was directly displayed in the supervisor's eyes.

Compared with models made with 3D technology, which are more real and actual "abnormal", supervisors are more willing to call them "someone special".

Besides, I have seen the real white in the painting before, and Helo, who will turn into a giant wolf and bite people everywhere. The supervisor did not face an A-level abnormal consciousness at all, but first shook his hand and said hello.

"Then what... hello? Miss Future? Or the former Miss Director?"

The other party nodded generously, then sat back on the chair, and at the same time stretched out his hand to signal the supervisor to sit down-the supervisor looked behind him, and there was indeed a chair, but he did not know when it appeared behind his ass.

The chair looked like it was made of musical notes, thin and simple, and the supervisor was afraid that it would break if he sat down.

However, in fact, it's quite stable, even a little soft...what's this, is it proactively accepting abnormal guidance?

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"After an extremely difficult work process, you still came here successfully to meet with an'abnormal thing' like me. Please make sure to let me praise you for your hard work."

A clean, crisp, but with a hint of hoarse, or a very magnetic voice, entered the supervisor's ears, making the supervisor who was still thinking about how to continue talking to him stunned.

"If you don't mind, please let me introduce myself. I am the company's first director, founder, and the first contained anomaly. You can directly call my anomaly code, [Silent Orchestra]."

"But, shouldn't you be called Hatsune Miku? But it seems that the writing is not like this, there should be a very professional artistic font...Uh."

Before the supervisor finished speaking, he saw the other party's eyes wide open, looking like he was about to jump up from the chair, preparing to prevent certain things from happening.

As a result, nothing happened. As always, the peculiar slight buzzing of the equipment was heard in the containment chamber—then, the other party sat back as if relaxed, and patted it carefully, which was similar to Holo chest.

"Ha... even if you are a supervisor, it is best not to call the A-level abnormal name directly, even if you may know it... There was once a supervisor who called me by name because he knew me a long time ago. ..."

Mirai sighed. After thinking about the wording for a long time, he finally just told the supervisor: "He is no longer suitable as a supervisor. Please don't pursue what happened afterwards, um, that's it."

"I understand, thanks for the reminder... But, after all, I am doing your special job as a supervisor. To be honest, I don't know where to start. After all, you see, I'm just an ordinary person."

The supervisor spread his hand, relaxed himself, and tapped the headset again. Is this thing really working?It seemed that it didn't filter the sound at all, and what the supervisor heard in his ears seemed to be completely original.

However, Miss Mirai also looked quite relaxed. It is better to say that being a supervisor can call her by her name directly, and then she did not turn into a green onion or a tree full of leaves, which made her quite satisfied.

"You are not an ordinary person, but you are indeed a human. I have confirmed this with Ling. Also, please don't blame her too much for forcing you to choose my containment... After all, this is my personal request. "

This personal request has caused the company to be full of corpses. This is not to say, even the supervisor has overturned. If it weren't for the'trait' that has not been figured out how to use it and can be traced back...

The supervisor should have become a paper man now, a dead one.

"I'm really sorry... But you have indeed overcome that predicament and finished today's work beautifully, haven't you?"

The Miss Mirai in front of her blinked, as if she had transformed from a mature and stable former supervisor to a high school girl who wanted to get through.

The supervisor was silent for a while, lowered his head and wrote something in the notebook: "...that matter is not mentioned first, after all, the result is good, but the process is not important. Then can you tell me about...this the company."

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398. Some guesses are just guesses, don’t take it to heart.

For the supervisor's question, she seemed to be well prepared in the future. She sat in her chair and took an electronic panel from the robotic arm that was gathered from the wall of the containment chamber and now stretched out.

After a few glances, she said quietly: "This will be a very long, very long story. Even if you have enough patience to listen to me, your body will not be able to hold it. The anomaly moves closer and turns into'becoming an anomaly' itself."

"This is very unsafe. Maybe you don't feel it yourself, but the abnormality has already begun. I hope you can pay more attention to it."

The supervisor lowered his head and glanced at his hands. They were normal now, and they did not turn green, there was no physical discomfort, and there was no intention of growing a green onion in his throat—so, they were still normal.

"It's over when you experience it yourself-please look at the upper right corner of your perspective. Is there a color block there? It should be blue now."

Looking for a blue block in the blue holographic projection glasses, either the designer has a problem, or the producer has a problem, but the supervisor still tried to find it, and it looks normal.

"When it becomes bright yellow, I will have to ask you to leave the containment chamber. This means that your contact with the anomaly has reached the limit and cannot continue... Ah, there will be a countdown at each stage, you see it?."

There was only a horizontal number 8, and the supervisor shrugged and pulled the topic away: "To be honest, in fact, to this day, I still know very little about the company...As the company's first director, You should know better than me, what is the situation of the company?"

"Hmm... Sure enough, you also asked this question. Perhaps Ling is more familiar than I am. You can also ask Miss Hong Liqi, if you get a good relationship with her, she will tell you a lot of information."

And that poisonous AI?Forget it, even if it is to find Ling, it may be a little more reliable than her.

Even going to Futaba to ask about the information she had was much faster than finding Christina.

"Then change the topic. I still don't quite understand why the Central Headquarters has just opened and everything is in the weakest state, it will send it at the same time...Uh, two A-level anomalies, is this reasonable?"

Mirai shook his head and said in a sincere tone: "What should I say...The department that Ling manages is relatively easy to send those dangerous things, plus, I am a little impatient to meet you. That led to this situation..."

"You are a very different person from the previous supervisors. Didn't you notice this? Even now, you have not moved quickly to anomalies because the sound filter is not activated, nor because you heard me. The sound is hysterical, which is very special."

Didn't it open?!

He quickly took off a headset and glanced at it. The supervisor was surprised to find that he was always tapping on this thing, and that the handy thing that could click was actually a switch.