[Comprehensive] The painting style of time travel is wrong

"I want to save you!"

After Angela said her answer, the two looked at each other speechlessly.

"What kind of big talk is someone who shakes his hands when he kills two bad guys in self-defense?"

Tang Xuening broke the silence first, she rubbed her temple weakly.

"You're freaking out now—it's normal, I understand, so just stay quiet and don't make trouble!"

"My strengths are human resource management and statistical analysis of data

——The former tells me that people are never equivalent, and the latter allows me to try to quantify this inequality. "

But Angela obviously didn't intend to listen to the girl's advice, she still said to herself:

"So, Don, I did the simplest assessment for myself during your hospital stay:

My monthly salary is multiplied by the time I have until retirement, and then multiplied by a weight between my salary and the value I create.

Calculated in this way, the value of me—Angela Page is about 3000 million U.S. dollars, with a fluctuation of 500 million U.S. dollars. "

"You're sick! It's okay to do this!"

The girl began to think hard about what else could be used to make rope.

"No, Tang, this is what I feel I must know after a brush with death. Only in this way can I know how to choose at certain times..."

Angela smiled wryly:

"Not long after I calculated the figure of 3000 million, I had a question:

Is there a huge loophole in my algorithm?

——In Gotham, is there any problem in calculating the value of a person with such an algorithm?

So, I found a helper and introduced a few 'professionals' in special industries, and then I realized that the average price of my life is only [-]..."

"Angela, you are not sober now, you need to calm down."

The girl rushed to the TV and started pulling on the wires.

"Take a deep breath and help me check the time."

"No, Don, let me finish..."

Angela looked at the girl noncommittally.

"Do you know your worth?"

"What do I do when I have nothing to do to find a killer and set a price on my head?"

While tearing the wires out of the wall destructively, the girl took the time to reply to Angela:

"See what nonsense you're talking about? You really need to calm down now!"

"Your average price is 18—more than five times mine!

I couldn't accept it at all at first, why would the price of a little secretary who is just good at playing be so much higher than mine? "

Angela said slowly.

"But then I suddenly realized, Don, the value of my life is only possible because of you. If there is no battle between you and the clown, more than half of my life will end there. Everything will be phantoms and bubbles...

In other words, logically speaking, more than half of the value of my life is created by you...

Created $10 million in 500 minutes, and in my wildest imagination I wasn't capable of that..."

"Can I trouble you to get to the point?"

The girl pulled a wire and turned into the kitchen.

"Don, your life is worth more than mine."

"According to your calculation, I have created billions today—but they are all negative numbers."

The girl took the time to point to the controller.

"Before the clown let you play, I have made two selections as a judge. I didn't count them in detail, but there are probably dozens or hundreds of people who died."

"The clown, as Gotham's biggest negative asset, doesn't need you to help him share the debt."

Angela seems to have thought about this question about the value of human life for a long time.

"Don, those people's deaths were never deserved, and it's not your responsibility!"

"So? Hey, you don't want to press it to play something like 'destroying precious things for people to see'?"

Coming out of the kitchen, the girl panicked and said:

"Wait...wait! Let me see, there are still 53 seconds! You can give me at least 45... no, at least 50 seconds, I think I can fight this little life!"

"No, Don, after my last encounter with the Joker, I had someone get me the Joker's criminal record—a very comprehensive one."

Angela looked at the girl seriously.

"And the clown's 'game' occupies a lot of space in it, and its characteristic is to torture people's hearts and human nature..."

"Give me another 48 seconds!"

"Don, don't you understand?

Clown games are for you!

What he wants to torture is your heart and humanity, not mine!

What he wants to see is that you are desperate to see me betray, or you have to kill me at the last moment! "

Angela told her friend her answer:

"No matter what the possibility is, he hopes that you can live to the end with despair and anger!

So, there's a [-]% chance that I'm killing myself by pressing the button! "

"Isn't it still possible that I will die? Don't go crazy!"

Tang Xuening gave Angela an angry look.

"Still patient for 37 seconds!"

"No, less than [-]% of the possibilities are like that - and half of them may be that we die together..."

Angela looked at the girl and replied with a smile:

"Although there is a 10% or so possibility that we do nothing, nothing happens when the countdown ends.

But the probability is too low. You must know that the sign of an investor's maturity lies in controlling risks.

And I am a steady investor who pays more attention to capital preservation than income~

and so……

Don, you have 30 seconds to say goodbye to me before I hit the button

——No matter what the result is, I hope that we will not regret each other. "

"……All right……"

The girl threw away the wire in her hand, walked slowly to the screen and sat down.

The wires in the apartment are far thinner than she expected, and the strands twisted together are definitely not long enough...

"Then Angela, look into my eyes and tell me, what are you thinking now?"

"I'm... proud of myself for making the right choice..."

"You are crying and trembling..."

"Don, although I feel that I have made the most correct choice - but I don't want to die..."

"Nobody wants to die. You got caught up in the clown's game because of me, so you have every reason to hate me."

The girl apologized to Angela.

"You should feel better if you scold me. Time is precious, and you may not have a chance in the future."

"By the way, Tang, after I met the clown last time, I made a will when I got home. I have no other relatives, so the heir I chose...is you.

I leave it all to you...

Your debt will soon be gone..."

Regarding Tang Xuening's apology, Angela just shook her head, then covered her face with her hands and did not look at the girl's stunned expression:

"But I'm really scared...

really not reconciled...

I studied hard and worked hard to get what I have today...

But I haven't had a boyfriend, I haven't kissed, I haven't experienced so much life! "

"Yes, I know. People always find out that they have so many regrets and so many unwillingnesses before they die-I have a deep understanding of this."

The girls shared their "experiences".

"I will respect your choice, no matter what the ending is, there will be no complaints. By the way, do you still remember your ideal? Tell me, what is that?"

"Changing this city...I'm sure you'll do a better job than me - much, much better!"

Angela looked at someone with a tearful face, but then she seemed to be panicking to explain something.

"Don..."

"Needless to say, I have a lot of desperate near-death experience.

Come on, hold your head high and don't let your investment in yourself go to waste (note 1). "

Pressing the camera with both hands, Tang Xuening raised her head and showed a bright smile:

"If you have any other wishes now, please tell me, and I will try my best to make them come true."

"Does being Mrs. Wayne count?"

Angela waved her hand:

"But it's time...it's meaningless to say all this..."

"No, it makes sense to me."

Tang Xuening nodded and made a promise.

During the conversation between the two, the countdown has entered the last 5 seconds.

"No matter what the outcome, goodbye, my best friend..."

"Fool...it's time to say goodbye..."

Angela smiled and pressed the button.

"my best friend……"

boom!

As Angela expected, the moment she pressed the button, the screen turned white.

The countdown also stopped at 2 seconds and did not change...

"It's really boring..."

Joker is obviously not happy with the ending

——I don't know whether he is dissatisfied with being seen through his strategy, or because the girl has not experienced the kind of conscience torture he expected.

"Do you know what I've seen all along?"

Seeing that the girl didn't respond, the clown continued:

"O selfishness!

All I saw from beginning to end was your selfishness!

You can give up strangers for familiar people, and you can give up familiar people for friends!

And for yourself, you can watch your friends die - it's so boring..."

"is it?"

The girl lowered her head and answered calmly.

"It's getting more and more boring...it shouldn't be like this..."

The clown put his fingers slightly on his chest, as if he was tearing something that ordinary people couldn't see.

"You killed so many people with your own hands, but no one was saved... Where is your confession? What about your guilt?"

"I didn't kill these people, please don't shift your responsibility to others.

And I never feel guilty about what happened. "

When the girl raised her head to face the clown again, only cold killing intent remained in her eyes.

"As for the problem, I will only correct it-clown, wait, I will come to you in a moment."

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"Beep, beep, beep, beep... who is it?"

When Amanda saw the calling number, she intentionally waited for a few seconds.

"Miss Waller? It's me, Tang Xuening, the one who had a feud with the clown in Gotham..."

On the phone, the girl's voice was hoarse.

"Oh, I have the impression."

While answering, Amanda quickly browsed the briefing on her tablet, and immediately understood what happened.

"What? Are you in trouble?"

"Yes, help me locate the clown."

The girl paused and added:

"Then get me a standard SEAL kit and a few little things."

"My asking price is high."

"Give me what I want right now."

Another overwhelmed creaking sound came from the phone:

"No matter what the price is, I will accept it!"