Watching the anime from Madoka Magica and writing the rules

Although I saw the time displayed on my phone, I couldn't remember the exact date except that it was 23 years.

"It's okay, there's another way to see the problem directly."

Zhixing put down his phone to concentrate on charging, and turned his attention to the turned-on laptop.

"Let me see, the historical record is... huh? Only a three-day gap? Can I see the video?"

Zhixing clicked on the videos played on the last day of the historical records in disbelief.

Although the impression is a bit vague, I can still confirm that it is the short video content that I have seen.

"How could it be only three days? Am I actually involved in the main divine dimension? No, if my memory is blocked, I won't remember anything about the magical girl."

Zhixing opened the chat group in disbelief and looked at his historical chat records. There was still only a gap of 3 days. He searched the Internet for computer guides and checked the computer startup log, and found that it was still 3 days.

"No, to be exact, it should be 11:32 PM on the 16th. I should have cleared my mobile game stamina after midnight, and then considered whether to stay up late or go to bed. However, I didn't talk in the game group or watch videos afterwards, and my phone..."

I searched the application time of the mobile phone again, but it did not give an accurate specific time, so I could not judge the situation based on this. However.

"I was at home, wasn't it the rental apartment where the accident happened? Why would I wear shoes during this time when I don't have to take out the trash or order takeout? So, did something happen that forced me to get out of bed?"

"No, I don't have any memory. Memory, ah right."

After fiddling with it for a while, Zhixing finally remembered something.

I should have lost my memory and reincarnated with Xiaoyan, so why did I come back here? And I have neither my previous memories nor my current memories.

"I remember my deduction was that not watching Witch Night at all wouldn't work, because I hadn't had the chance to see Witch Night in the second round when I was used as bait. But watching it directly wouldn't work either, because I had always watched Witch Night directly, and nothing dangerous happened, nor anything good happened."

"Then this thing must have appeared very briefly, so briefly that if I hesitated even a moment, I would have missed it. So, after realizing this was an opportunity, I quickly encrypted this top-secret condition for my choice."

Zhi Xing frowned as he looked around at the room that had obviously not changed much, and couldn't help but smile bitterly:

"I originally thought I'd left some messages in the Witch Night barrier. This flood of messages would give me some clues, but it might drive me crazy. So, I originally wanted Madoka to be a relay station that wouldn't cover the translation wish, so I could pass on information to my future self."

"I didn't expect this result. I just don't know if I'm the first one back, or if all traces of those who came back before will disappear."

Quit the mobile games you once loved on your phone, block the enthusiastic friends in the chat group, and forget about the previous gaming and video time.

I opened the paper and saw the anime "Puella Magi Madoka Magica". I once thought that I would only remember it after watching it three times, so I put it on my computer just as material for studying Madoka Magica.

Naturally, the plot and story have not changed. I even clicked on the web version of the Madoka Magica anime and there was still no difference.

"Asami's room in the theatrical compilation is so much better than the TV version. Why am I not in the theatrical version?"

After the paper line emitted an immersive satisfaction, it looked around and saw that nothing had changed before it finally confirmed it.

He was not in an environment simulated by the witch, nor was he suddenly dragged to the barrier by Kyubey to conduct experiments, trying to peek into the memories in his mind.

I'm back.

Zhixing was completely safe, but he did not feel happy at all. Instead, he felt a sense of powerlessness creeping over his whole body.

"Why me? What's my situation now? What should I do? Can I... go back?"

An inexplicable impulse suddenly emerged in Zhixing's heart.

Although he didn't hear any sound, the appearance of this feeling made Zhixing wake up immediately.

"Wait, wait a minute, no, at least not now!"

The feeling goes as quickly as it comes.

After just a few breaths, the paper line no longer had that feeling.

"Can I really go back? But what can I do if I go back like this? I don't have any system help, nor do I have cheat codes, I..."

Zhixing's eyes rolled and he suddenly realized something.

"Could it be that my bloodline power has awakened? Even if I'm just a supporting role, at least I can do something truly useful."

Zhixing showed an unprecedented enthusiasm and immediately booked a plane ticket home. He also looked at the route back to his hometown and decided to leave this city where he had no job and go home directly.

After purchasing the plane ticket for the early morning flight, Zhixing immediately turned off the computer, got out of bed with his cell phone, and was about to pick up some valuable things and set off immediately.

The mobile phone that had just been paid for became a hindrance and was put into the pocket of the paper bank.

"Ta~"

The moment the phone was put into the pocket, an unexpected sound was made, interrupting all of Zhixing's actions.

"Could this be..."

He reached into his pocket and took out two mobile phones in disbelief.

One is a mobile phone that I have used for several years and has a large amount of game content stored on it.

One is a mobile phone that has been used for less than a month and has a large number of offline anime series stored on it.

Zhixing's breathing became a little rapid, and then he couldn't wait to open the reader of his new phone and saw the encrypted electronic version of the document.

"Based on rumors and actual perception, Witch Night itself does not require a barrier, nor does it have any plans to release one."

""

Zhixing paused the voice broadcast and slapped himself on the forehead.

"Ahhh, seriously, I've been watching anime so much that I've become so accustomed to the characters speaking Chinese. I just rewatched Madoka Magica, how come I didn't notice it?"

Soon, Zhixing reached out again and took off the glasses on his face.

Sure enough, these were not the cheap glasses that I used to wear only when looking at the computer.

"Huh~ It seems that returning home is essential. Maybe I should bring some self-defense and emergency supplies. This world may not be as simple as I thought, right, Paper Line?"

Six days later, the paper shop returned almost empty-handed, carrying a large luggage bag back to the rental house.

Throwing the luggage bag aside, Zhixing collapsed on his bed.

"Ah~~~~ How could this happen?"

It cannot be said that the paper company’s trip home was fruitless, but it can only be said that none of the expected things happened.

There is no such thing as the secluded Zhi family, any hidden treasures, or family heirlooms, not even a single antique sold on the street.

Besides surprising his family by returning home without saying hello, the paper shop also caused confusion among relatives by visiting without saying hello.

All I got was some nagging from someone who realized I might quit my job and wanted to persuade me to work in my own city, and a bag of new clothes for myself.

For this result, the paper shop spent money and time, and even asked relatives to send him back to his hometown and walk back and forth on that long and tiring mountain road.

"I should have continued squandering my internship salary without my parents knowing. Now they're forcing me to give up my flexible, homebody identity and go back to work."

"Alas~ I wish I had brought back some more tangible superpowers instead of a translator."

"That's not right. Maybe I can apply for a translation job? No, that kind of job would also require translating text, right? I... uh, can do that with voice."

"So, this ability that's useless in Madoka Magica can actually get me a high-paying job in reality? And I don't have to worry about translation issues, so I can live without the burden of work?"

"No, that wouldn't make sense. For example, how could I have such a skill? As long as you investigate how I use my time, it will be exposed."

"Besides, it took a little too long."

Zhixing was calculating silently in his mind.

"If three days of real-world time is equivalent to one month in Madoka Magica, then that's not a problem. Homura has reincarnated over a hundred times, which means there are still 100*3=300 days left in the story."

“但如果3天的时间等于魔圆那边12次，也就是小焰对我说过的，刚好满一年，那100次也就只有100/12*3=25天的时间。”

"By the time I can use this skill to work and earn money, the real-life Madoka Magica that I've been through will probably have come to an end."

"If my translation skills, because the plot hasn't changed, develop to the point where Madoka disappears, the energy promised to Madoka disappears along with her. Then my one month of time will have been wasted."

Zhixing looked at his laptop computer which he had not used for a long time, and an idea began to emerge in his mind.

"Give it a try. It won't hurt to try anyway. The worst that can happen is that you'll lose your memory again. And if it succeeds."

Zhixing opened his notebook and quickly searched for a video, a video that used counting the number of certain things in anime as a gimmick.

"If you want to make quick money, it's nothing more than gambling and buying and selling high-value items."

"But risks exist objectively. High-value items also mean high risks. I don't have any means to protect myself right now."

"Gambling is not suitable for a card-drawing idiot like me. So, let's lower the standards a little bit, and lower them again."

"I can think of a way to make money without having to possess any special skills. All I need is to pass on information without worrying about retaliation."

"Also, you can test the ability of your golden finger to see what it is like."

Although the copy was out of date for several years, Zhixing did not know how to browse it on the Internet, so he could not find a more complete version. He could only write down the content of the video by hand.

"Next time I should buy a proper notebook. What's the point of this notebook?"

He put the notebook into his luggage backpack which he hadn't used for a long time, then picked up his mobile phone and ran to a nearby supermarket to buy some water and food. Following the stores he found online, he came to a script-killing store and persuaded himself to buy a batch of game props.

The paper bank removed the labels on the food and drinks that might reveal the address one by one, and then packed them up and put them into the backpack.

He took his cell phone, put on his glasses, prepared the charging cable and plug, put on his backpack, glanced at the marked laptop, and turned off the power.

Standing in front of the window, I looked at the darkening sky and the various buildings brightly lit in the night scene.

Zhixing took a deep breath, then whispered his thoughts:

"I'm ready. Let me go to the world of Detective Conan."

As Zhixing finished speaking, the conflict that came from nowhere quickly surged into his heart.

"I want to go. Agree? Sure? Okay?"

Zhixing felt the impulse gradually dissipating, and he felt a little impatient. After all, the worst outcome he had imagined was that this golden finger would only send him back to the Madoka Magica world and turn him back into his amnesiac self.

"Conan? Kudo Shinichi?"

As Kudo Shinichi's name came out of Kazuyoshi's mouth, everything around him began to distort.

Zhixing nervously pressed the timer on his phone, feeling the aerobic breathing he could still do, and looked around trying to gain some insight from the changes around him.

After a while, the surrounding scenery gradually stabilized, and Zhixing immediately looked at the timer on his mobile phone.

"About 10 seconds, record it."

After opening the notebook and recording the time, Zhixing finally had the mind to look at the surrounding environment.

The streets were deserted and the street lights were not very bright. The surrounding buildings looked big, but not much light came through. It must be late at night and time to go to bed.

Zhixing thought that it was already night when he came here, so he couldn't help but start writing again. It was when Zhixing was taking notes seriously.

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out, drawing the attention of the paper company.

As if he had already adapted to the darkness, Zhixing clearly saw that in the building next to him, a figure had just fired a shot into the window and was now using the time difference to prepare to use the rope to return to the room he came from from the crime scene.

Just at this moment, Xiao Hei seemed to notice the sight. Although he was climbing up quickly, he turned his head and looked at Zhihang who was looking at this side.

Chapter 125: The beginning of a dead end

"boom!"

The untrained shooter, completely unprepared, swung from a rope and fired at the paper rows outside the yard.

Although the shot did not hit Zhixing, it completely shattered the safety that Zhixing thought he had.

Zhixing watched Xiao Hei's quick movements and had no time to react before he heard the sound of a gunshot hitting the ground nearby.

He immediately shrank and stuck to the wall of the compound.

"cut"

Xiao Hei lost his sight, and the initial gunshot had already attracted some people, so he didn't have time to kill the witnesses. He hurried back to his room and put away the rope.

Zhi Xing, who was hiding under the wall, felt his blood pressure soar.

"Apart from the villain organization, no one would openly kill others, right? What the hell!"

Zhixing quickly rummaged through his backpack, trying to find something to defend himself, but found nothing, because he had only prepared food and drinks, and nothing to defend himself against danger in this society where there are no monsters, only Avengers committing crimes.

"Tsk, I should have used the Kudo family as my base and started making money, but I started by killing witnesses and silencing them."

"What time is it now? Has Conan appeared yet? When Shinichi was just knocked down? Or... is it already in some movie?"

There was no sound around, so Zhihang could only stick to the wall, not daring to make too much noise, and walked towards the nearest intersection.

Under the dim streetlights, the darkness around him was so intense that he couldn't see his hand in front of him. He was in the room where the murder had just taken place, and he knew clearly that the murderer was planning to get rid of him.

Left or right, where will the main door of this house come from?

Or maybe the murderer had directly jumped over the wall to search, or was he now aiming at the intersection through the window of the house, waiting for him to leave the shelter?