The supervisor does not die from a debt

47. Compared to employees, you are lucky enough

For Joseph, this experience is not very good...The invisible damage made him feel as if he had been burned intolerably, or as cold as a knife, but fortunately it was only temporary. .

If it lasted longer, Joseph began to worry about whether he would just die in the containment chamber.

So in the next work, he was very careful not to make any mistakes, but when he needed to detect this abnormal physical performance, he stood up with a whirr, even quite alert.

At the same time, I don't know what method was used, so that Joseph was so painful that he almost knelt down with his head.

Fortunately, this set of clothes from the [Old Woman] had some weak resistance to this kind of injury, protecting Joseph from his sudden death.

Due to the extreme non-cooperation of the other party, Joseph had to skip the items that required direct contact with the other party, and instead used tools that looked sharp, heavy, or full of danger to test the other party.

According to the abnormal reaction recorded in the process, Joseph sighed, turned his back and picked up the weapon that looked like a half-human sharp giant scissors from the ground, suddenly raised it and turned around!

Before Joseph reacted, the weapon was shattered by a light belt, and at the same time it pulled out a zigzag trace in the air, ignoring inertia, penetrated behind Joseph's arm, and disappeared in the hands of [F-01-69] .

Biting his lip hard, Joseph knelt down while holding his bleeding arm. In the other side's scrutiny gaze, he wrapped his arm with a bandage that was temporarily taken out without saying a word.

According to the item at the end of the work manual, Joseph moved to the vicinity of the wall of the containment room, pressed the switch to enable the automatic food supply machine, and made silent gestures, indicating that the other party could take food at any time.

The door of the containment chamber opened, and Joseph walked towards the door step by step, but the voice of [F-01-69] came from behind him.

"You are very good. Next time I come here, if I am not so impatient, maybe I will be in a better mood and have a little chat."

That voice didn't sound as deep as before, but rather like a calm, feminine voice...Although the horror of oppression was not weakened at all.

The moment the door of the containment chamber closed, Joseph only felt his feet sink, and his entire body seemed to lose strength. He could only barely lean against the wall, completely losing the motivation to walk to the lobby of the Intelligence Department.

But he couldn't get treatment unless he returned to the hall. Joseph worked hard to cheer up and walked forward step by step. His survival instinct made him afraid to stop.

However, the physical and mental burden caused him to finally slumped down on the cold floor, his left hand stretched out in vain and uncontrollably flexed, and finally clenched into a fist, stretched out his index finger and pointed to the embedded emergency items Adrenaline on the shelf.

If someone can get that thing for a shot, it will be fine...

Slowly closing his eyes, Joseph couldn't suppress the drowsiness that came up. He seemed to hear illusion-like music in his ears. However, before he could tell what it was, a deep cold sensation made him suddenly Opened his eyes.

The employee named Griffin was holding a used adrenaline in his hand and squatting beside him with a flat expression. Joseph only felt a surge of power in his body, and the violent heartbeat made him jerky. Get up from the ground.

"Thanks, thanks... sorry, I have to go to the lobby first!"

"Go ahead."

Before that strength faded, Joseph finally arrived at the lobby of the Intelligence Department, and at the same time, this round of nano repair robots and aerosol mental stabilizers were just delivered.

However, getting medical treatment is not the end of the work. Joseph needs to stay in the hall for a while. After the injury is completely repaired, he will return to the control department to stand by to complete the work.

And next, he needs...to do instinctive work on [teddy bear].

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The supervisor switched the screens of several containment rooms with a serious expression, and assigned everyone to do instinctive work. As expected, the anomalies were not happy.

From the words and sentences that appear from time to time at work, it can be inferred that instinctive work is to directly cross the red line of warning, touch abnormalities, feed food with special materials, and ensure that the maximum collection of abnormal related information without harming the other party... …

But all the existing anomalies don’t seem to like this kind of management method of crossing the line, but it is not to the extent of resistance-so even if it is bold to carry out such work on [F-01-69], Joseph It also ran out with almost two bottoms.

The completion of the work was naturally not very good, and the supervisor keenly noticed that its containment counter had dropped.

I don't know how much the breakthrough value is, or what it looks like after it broke through. This unknown situation made the supervisor scratch his head in an uncomfortable way.

"Since there were supervisors before, haven't they left any records of abnormal observations... It feels like I am playing a guessing game from scratch."

"From scratch, this description is very valuable. That's right, your current situation is like this. Your cautious, but occasionally extremely reckless way of working has opened my eyes."

Christina appeared in the wall of the screen. She specifically picked a place that would not affect the supervisor's energy collection and let him see: "Your work efficiency is very high, but the speed of energy collection is not flattering. I I will give you a small suggestion'occasionally' here, and I hope you will see it."

As soon as the voice fell, the first level meltdown alarm sounded.The supervisor immediately looked at the whole situation and found that the containment room of [(tentative) old woman] was shining with a red light representing the crisis.

Immediately dispatched Justin who was familiar with the road to work, the supervisor put his hands in front of him, staring at the notebook full of recorded texts and thinking about the next action.

The first mission of the Intelligence Department was unexpectedly easy. It was only completed when the first level of meltdown occurred... So, as long as you follow the previous steps to work, you will soon be able to end today’s work. .

But-yes, but again.

The current armed forces cannot cover all current employees. It is foreseeable that with the progress of the containment anomaly and the enhancement of the "test" that has already begun, the result of the ability to respond cannot be increased, which is at a certain limit value. When, it completely collapsed.

At that time, even if you can choose to restart the day's work, it will become futile...

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48. Random divergent thinking will cause work mistakes, please be careful

The most urgent task now is to try our best, work hard, and do our best to develop the current anomaly that looks like an equipped [abnormal self].

Dragging the screen to the lobby of the Ministry of Intelligence, the supervisor stared at the clerks standing in the hall and occasionally changing positions, and among all the clerks, the pictures facing the screen wall with their backs, constantly operating alone. The Futaba of a multi-screen computer.

It was completely different from Chino's working mode. She didn't seem to intend to move her nest at all. Even if she occasionally moved aside, she seemed to use a mobile seat to solve it.

And she didn't mean to communicate with the supervisor at all. She has been banging and tapping since she went to work until now... Maybe she can communicate as long as she doesn't have access to the computer?

However, this is not an opportunity for communication, so let's pay a visit after get off work.

Thinking about this, the supervisor told Joseph, who had just finished working on [Teddy Bear] and was now on standby, and gave instructions to go to the Intelligence Department to work.

A line of words popped up quickly on Joseph's head, to the effect that the supervisor can really toss people and the like... Also, he ran from his own department to another department for a long time, just to complete a job. It really seemed to be tossing. .

"Your head of control seems to want to report something. You won't miss it, right."

Deliberately ignoring Christina's habitual sarcastic words, the supervisor immediately dragged the screen to the control department, where Chino was holding a high-tech display panel with both hands.

Of course, it was not for the supervisor to see the above content, because it was not powered yet-it was just replacing the equipment in the control department.After all, in some key areas, only the department head knows how to configure the facilities.

Even after the cognitive filter, all the supervisors can see are 2.5 heads, which does not prevent the supervisor from watching some actions of the department, especially the department heads, whose allowable limits are wider.

The supervisor watched Tomino holding the display panel swayingly and walking to the corner of the lobby, pressing it against the vacancy that had been prepared, and then asked out aloud: "Tomono? Is there anything to do with me?"

On the wall of the screen, Tomono seemed to shake her hand, she quickly turned around and replied: "Ah, indeed... there is good news to tell you that... New progress has been made in the research of [Little Bird]. I have a deeper understanding of it."

After Chino’s explanation, the supervisor understood that Joey had been assigned to do instinctive work on [Little Bird], but unexpectedly, Joey did a very good job.

Although not to the level of excellence, when trying to contact [Little Bird], she recorded some valuable things...at the cost of being pecked.