The supervisor does not die from a debt

And the hem of the dark long skirt that was a little shabby, but was washed very clean, and was completely free of dust.

The supervisor kept this posture lying on the ground and secretly raised his eyes to look up, but a hand with obvious movable structure joints reached out in front of him.

"You seem to be in trouble... do you need my help, kind hunter?"

[Old woman]...or rather, the puppet girl's artificial eyes looked at the supervisor without blinking, and she maintained the posture of extending her hand until the supervisor grabbed her palm.

She easily pulled the supervisor up from the ground, and then continued to sit back on the stone platform behind her, with warm candles surrounding her, like a real, immobile doll.

The supervisor patted the solidified wax liquid on his body: "Then what... uh, thanks for your help? If possible, can you talk to me for a while."

"Good-hearted hunter...you have completed your journey, you are the lord of the dream...this long hunting night..." The puppet girl did not look at the supervisor, she opened her mouth slightly, constantly confiding something Unclear words.

From what the supervisor has heard to what the supervisor has never heard of, it contains the knowledge of what she calls'that world', as well as stories from the depths of the universe that have nothing to do with this planet.

Logically speaking, the current supervisor should feel headaches, unbearable, confused thinking, or seeing hallucinations, bleeding in his nostrils, etc... But he felt unexpectedly that he didn't seem to have any special thoughts.

It's just like reading a novel or watching a movie, knowing and then "Oh, I know" this simple feeling.

So, he sat on the cold floor and listened to the stories that the puppet girl told for a long time.Her story covers an extremely wide range, from the lord of the stars to the chaos lurking around you.From malicious in the mirror to sneaky in the dream, everything is covered.

Then she stopped.

"Good-hearted hunters, do you want to join the hunt? They have fallen. You must be safe..."

The black mist came from nowhere. They quickly enveloped the containment unit. The supervisor only felt that the scented wind blew across his face. When his vision returned to Qingming, he was already sitting quite familiar, or already familiar. The place called "Hunter's Dreamland" that I didn't want to complain about, and the puppet girl was standing under the slope not far away.

The supervisor raised his head and immediately shouted: "Chris! Are you watching?!"

no answer.

Standing up and moving his hands and feet, the supervisor subconsciously glanced at his right hand, which was a bone saw.Looking at his left hand, it was holding a musket.

The body became unexpectedly light, and it seemed that there would be no obstacles no matter how he moved, and he was flexible like... a real hunter.

Well, instead of sitting here waiting for possible rescue.Should we do something that actually makes sense?

Walking in the direction of the puppet girl, the supervisor suddenly turned around and faced a tombstone next to him. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the tombstone, then muttered to himself.

"Well, although I don't know what the situation is now, at least one thing I understand."

He stood up and glanced at the puppet girl one last time: "It's time for you to see how the person who broke the barrier in two hours and fourteen minutes was performing."

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103. People who are different will show themselves after all

For Tomano, who uses multiple scans to observe the containment chamber all the time, Christina, and other department heads who are also observing here, the performance of this head is somewhat subtle.

Not like some of the previous supervisors, frantically scratching the wall, trying to avoid the anomaly, nor hitting the ground with their head because of panic, or summoning meaningless courage to yell at the anomaly to embolden themselves. .

Although there is no life-threatening, every supervisor has its own behavior pattern... But no supervisor, like this one, sits down and listens to a story that will definitely melt his mind for half an hour, and then just like that. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

After waiting for a while, Christina's voice came to Chino's ears: "Standby until the end of today's work, if the supervisor does not follow up, you will bring him out and announce that the final observation has failed."

Chino's sapphire-like eyes stared at the monitor unblinkingly: "Please trust him...I believe so too, this supervisor...maybe, we can really see it, it's different. ..."

The discussion between the two suddenly stopped. Futaba's face that seemed to have not slept well for several years appeared on the screen, and she yawned a little: "Hey, how good... the supervisor's physiological characteristics are maintained. In a stable state, the anomaly has yet to show signs of activity..."

In other words, is it really sleeping?

Tomino stared at the monitor. In the picture, the supervisor was leaning against the wall with his head hung down, and he shook his breath—then he fell down unconsciously, turned over and lay on his back. Open your mouth.

I have never seen anyone sleep so happily in a containment room!

The waiting process is extremely long, or in other words, from the physical sense.But in fact, it wasn't until Chino felt that his eyes were sore and he glanced at the clock while rubbing with his hands, only to realize that only ten minutes had passed.

The supervisor in the picture has a new change. He turned over and lay on the ground, using his hands and feet together, as if he was paddling something, and then kept lying on the ground motionless for a few minutes.

Then he opened his eyes suddenly, and after scanning up and down, left and right, stood up as if there was nothing wrong, and patted the unclean wax coagulum on the clothes.

He let out a sigh of relief, after moving his hands and feet, he walked to the [old woman] without saying a word, stretched out his right hand, palm down.Opposite him, there is almost no extra intersection with employees—except for Justin—but left Shitai.

Unlike Justin's time, the employee usually kneels on one knee, touches the left hand of the [old woman], and then dives into the world that only he could touch before.

This time, the old woman bends down slightly, and the whole'person' is kneeling down and holding the hand with delicate joint structure from bottom to top, holding the palm of the supervisor.

Then, he lowered his head and put his forehead against the back of the supervisor's hand. Those eyes, which were never focused and made of unknown materials, also slowly closed.

She said in the illusory voice that she always had in a dream, "This dream...too long...too long...so long as to make people and inhuman, forget the original."

"Everything goes by, hunters no longer exist, only one doll. A doll who is nothing, repeats and rebuilds that story constantly, I hope people will never forget..."

The supervisor listened quietly, the doll's palms were hard and cold-but full of power.As long as she is willing, she can definitely pull the supervisor's hand from her body within a second.

But the doll didn't do this. She just kept quietly recounting what she saw and heard that was quite old, not very interesting, just as a doll.

"Although it's just a doll, but in a long time, you may have mastered some skills that are not suitable for dolls... This skill is meaningless to dolls. If you can make people use them and prove their value..."

The puppet girl did not raise her head, but she seemed to be waiting, a promise, or promise.

The supervisor carefully stretched out his other hand and tried to touch the puppet girl’s head. After realizing that she had no other reaction, he hesitated for a while, and wanted to ask Christina what to do next-and then remembered. You can only rely on yourself here.

After going through the company’s work process quickly, the supervisor shook the puppet girl’s hand forcefully: "I can’t make any promises or other promises, but at least, as long as you still accept it in the company Contain..."

"Then, at least there will be employees, and other friendly exceptions, who will remember you and communicate with you. Um... don’t worry about being forgotten, even if everyone forgets that there is such a doll, at least I will remember , My record will remember."

The puppet girl's voice is still soft, as if she was whispering in a dream: "So, that's it, the vow is established."

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...

After a while, the supervisor stood outside the containment room with a bewildered look. He looked down at the suit covered with dried wax, and then looked at his hands.

There are no nicks, no marks of being branded, and even said that after the so-called oath of [(tentative) old woman], there is no change, even light effects beyond common sense, unusual temperature changes, even There is no volatility that suppresses energy.

Is verbal promise enough?

From some devices that play sound overhead, Christina's voice came out: "You have completed your work. Now, please follow the guide line to the elevator."

"Now, the only'people' who are still active in the company are you and colleagues in the Construction Department. Please don't do meaningless behavior, because this may cause abnormal departure from containment."

In other words, after finishing this work, can everyone except the construction department get off work...