Scumbag bosses have become paranoid villains

Similar to the site selection method of the Public Security Administration and the major military departments, as a special agency, the Space-Time Administration and its related organizations are all placed on a huge suspended starship. Metal floating islands in .

The artificial wind inside the starship penetrates into the ward regularly from behind the curtains, mixed with the constant traffic on the surface of the planet, as far away as if it came from another world.

Perhaps considering the etiquette of meeting guests, Song Aishu opened the curtains after telling her to sit down, and the lights inside the ship, which were always bright all year round, were bright and bright, reflecting some sparse and colorful halos on the glass windows.

Yu Ge felt countless hazy spots of light appear on her retina. She blinked twice as hard as she could, but she could only vaguely see the subtle and ecstatic smile remaining on the other's lips.

She froze for a moment, then regained her vigilance, and took the words of her boss in a respectful and rigid manner.

"You are right. I should have come to report face to face. I have only worked in our corrections department for a short time, and I don't know the specific process very well. Summarize?"

When she looks up at people with a smile on her face like this, the contours of her face will outline a particularly soft arc, as if she reveals a little irresistible submission and meekness from the rigor of official business, which is a kind of ignorance tame.

Looking at it from Song Aishu's perspective, one can even see the bright and warm collarbone and the looming depression along the collar of the cotton shirt. The skin hidden under the clothes looks like it has been soaked in snow. The whiteness is almost a bit blue, and it is unreasonably reminiscent of a thin and flexible touch.

She twirled her fingertips, swallowed the blood welling up from the depths of her throat, and poured a cold cup for Yu Ge.

"You don't need to be so formal, just call me by my name." She said calmly, "I mainly want to briefly understand the style of your attack target for this round of missions."

She casually brought out the original sentence written by Yu Ge in the report.

"For example, in the analysis of the third mission, you mentioned, 'Affected by childhood experiences, the Queen has an extreme pursuit of perfectionism in her personality. Compared with love or family affection in the traditional sense, the character should actively provide a A feeling of selfless dedication and inability to fight puts the queen in an absolutely strong position on both the objective and subjective levels, so as to satisfy the other party's desire to control'."

She paused subtly, her eyes lingering on the delicate and white neck of the host, as if carefully playing with a piece of precious and fragile porcelain with her eyes.

"As far as the report is concerned, there is nothing wrong with writing this statement, but usually, when the host who has completed the mission summarizes, he will directly use the No.1 title to replace the character. Your perspective... is quite clean .”

When she stood and bent over like this, the distance between her and the other party had already exceeded the normal social distance, and her voice was almost breathless deep in her throat, vibrating Yu Ge's eardrums clearly.

As a subordinate, she instinctively felt that something was wrong, but a certain gradual hesitation swept over her heart in an instant, washing away that trivial awkwardness.

Whether it's a job report or a task summary, in the final analysis, it's all about the formality outside of work performance. Even if you want to get a deeper understanding of the subordinates who just took office, you can't... remember it verbatim.

Her detailed summary of this round of missions has a total of tens of thousands of words, and she only sent it this morning after deliberation. It is no problem to read it carefully. According to the time, it should definitely not reach the level of casual reciting.

Perhaps this probing and probing... is just the method used by the section chief?

Work is just work, and Yu Ge doesn't need, let alone explore, her boss's behavior style. She straightened her back, but lowered her eyelashes, completely avoiding the possibility of making eye contact with the other party.

"On the one hand, starting from the third person can show the development of the plot in the task more directly and objectively; on the other hand, I really don't want to mix too much personal color in the sorting task. Although it is more emotional to substitute the role It is easy to understand, but I think that excessive investment will actually affect the judgment of a professional host to some extent, and even... subjectively, it can make the host's memory bias."

She waited and watched her boss's usual face, and put on a very gentle and humble tone.

"For example, when collecting testimonies, witnesses usually start from their own perspectives. Such descriptions themselves have a strong emotional color. Even if they try their best to restore the truth, it is inevitable that there will be inconsistencies or illogical places; at this time, If you can jump out of this layer of identity and conduct a rational analysis from the standpoint of a judge, you will be able to restore the completed tasks to their truest appearance."

The subordinate said these words sincerely and carefully. In fact, there was no flaw in the words alone, but Song Aishu smiled unabashedly.

Compared with most Asians, she has very high eyebrows, deep facial features, and narrow and long eyes. It can be said that she is born with a restrained and mature face. At first glance, this face naturally has an air of arrogance and indifference.

Especially when such a superficial smile is not smiling, it looks even more sinister and inhumane.

"That's a good explanation." The person in charge wrote lightly, "But how do I hear that the reason why you insisted on taking a vacation this time, deputy section chief, is because you were too emotionally involved in the task, which affected your normal working state?"

Rather than looking for an answer, it was almost like deliberately embarrassing the new subordinate. For a while, no one spoke or moved. The silence in the air was like a silent tide, quietly surging between the two.

Just when she thought Yu Ge wouldn't answer, she saw that Yu Ge slowly raised his eyelashes.

The young host looked at her calmly, with a pair of clear and clear eyes melting like deep flowing water, showing a kind of seductive tranquility for no reason.

"It is a very normal need for professional hosts to take time to resolve themselves after the task is over. I have nothing to apologize for. Even you, the section chief... have you accidentally lost yourself in the parallel world due to personal reasons? Among them?"

Probably because she felt offended by her boss first, Yu Ge's words were very rude. She was just about to make persistent efforts, but found that the smile in Song Aishu's eyes grew stronger.

That is by no means the superior's appreciation for the subordinates. There seems to be an indescribable, almost weird softness in this smile, which makes her heart that has been paralyzed since returning to the fast-paced game feel a slight pain, as if I was pricked by a soft thorn.

The alarm bell in her mind kept ringing, warning her not to get involved with people who couldn't figure it out, but at that moment, she was dragged by that insignificant pain and didn't want to move, and even felt a feeling of unbearable pain of anxiety.

"The reason why I was lost was not because of an overdose, but... here."

Song Aishu refilled a glass of water for his subordinate, and tapped his temple with his index finger.

"When I was young, I was diagnosed with hypermemnesia. I didn't think it was a big deal at first. Compared with other mental illnesses that affect normal life, it is more like a special talent that I was born with. I have a particularly good memory, and I am extremely smart, and it was a blessing in disguise. Relying on this talent, I was specially recruited into the management bureau. What battle royale, infinite games... I have also done many weird tasks that others dare not touch. "

She stood with the backlight, and even her eyes were hidden in the shadows, giving off a dark color like a mountain like an abyss.

"Later, when I really matured, I gradually felt the taste behind this problem. Because I have no ability to forget, it can range from important and close family and friends, to a small chat from others, to a grain of Chinese prickly ash eaten in a meal one day... All the details from birth to death have clearly grown in my mind, accumulated too much, just like disordered gibberish, and I don’t know what I will think of.”

"There is no cure for this disease. For me personally, being able to get lost in a certain virtual hallucination is also a kind of luck."

This self-disclosure sounds very clear, but in the context of a work report, in front of a strange colleague who met for the first time, it is so abrupt that it is a bit strange, enough to make people feel uncomfortable.

Yu Ge clenched the warm glass tightly, and set his eyes on the tiny floating dust in the void. He didn't want to interrupt the other party by speaking without authorization, but also felt that his heart was beating like a fine linen, and he felt a sense of confusion. .

She didn't know where the inexplicable sense of uncertainty came from, but she just wanted to escape instinctively, but the soft and peaceful voice still rang in her ears unhurriedly, seeping into her tympanic membrane involuntarily.

"When you joined the Administration, I was a representative of the host and participated in your recruitment interview. At that time... I saw the word 'amnesia' in your resume, and I started to envy you, thinking that you are so careless. A blank piece of paper with no lungs is definitely more suitable for this job than anyone else."

Song Aishu stared at the slightly trembling lower lip of the other party. The gaze was actually very gentle, and there was even a kind of pure love. It was no different from appreciating a plant or looking at a painting or calligraphy.

"Yu Ge...you really let me down."

What is this man talking about...?

Being lost because of super memory may indeed be superior to the reason of overdose, but what does that have to do with her?

She didn't even have the impression of participating in the interview at all, and she couldn't remember what expectations were placed on her.

It's just that I overestimated myself during the mission, and something went wrong... How can I be so disappointed?

For a moment, Yu Ge was even a little skeptical, suspecting that the boss had been lost for too long and had lost his mind, but the boulder hanging on the tip of her heart suddenly rolled down and shattered into dense gravel. Every second of her thinking made her flesh and blood ache.

She raised her eyes in bewilderment, but saw the other party's tears trickling down in rows and hitting the table heavily.

"...You are not only tossing to death in those small worlds." Song Aishu said quietly, "You even forgot about your lover."