Watching the anime from Madoka Magica and writing the rules

"There are so few gunshot wounds, so why did I use a gun right from the start? Couldn't I have used poison or a knife?"

Zhihang stood at the corner, looking at the intersection right in front of him, which was much emptier than the aisle, with an embarrassed look on his face.

But fortunately, Zhixing didn't worry too much, and a scream shattered all his suspicions.

“A-!!!”

Screams, along with the shouts of several other men, came from the room where the murder occurred.

"Huh~, it looks like this is a scene with an alibi. Looks like I don't have to worry about the murderer coming after me anymore."

Zhixing thought so in his heart, but he remained alert in his heart. He turned around and looked at the top of his head and the corner where the murderer might appear, so as to be prepared for any changes.

It was not until the sounds coming from the crime scene became so small that they could no longer be heard that he guessed that no matter how much the murderer delayed, he would eventually arrive at the scene to prove his alibi. Only then did he rush across the intersection without hesitation and run into the distance.

"Okay, it's safe now."

After turning a few corners and not finding anyone following him, Zhihang stopped his body, which was lacking exercise and still had a backpack on its back.

"Sure enough, I can't do this. Once I make some money here, I'll find a place where I can treat myself and exercise."

"Hmm...are we going to a world with super powers? No, no, no, that's even more dangerous. I thought Conan was safe enough. After all, the police are the law enforcers here, and their presence is much stronger than in other anime. In this situation, the murderer can actually open fire with a gun at will. If it were in some other lawless world, I'm afraid he would be killed by some street thugs before he even saw the protagonist."

Zhixing looked up at the dark night, then looked towards a place where there were obviously more lights, adjusted the position of his backpack, and headed towards a place that was obviously a shopping street rather than the current residential area.

If you were to ask, what is the most profitable thing in a world without superpowers?

There are only two kinds: one is money making money, and the other is life and death.

The world of financial games is obviously not something that paper banks can participate in, so it’s just a matter of life and death.

But compared to the so-called black boxing, or sitting in an office with a chronic disease, or moving bricks on a construction site, these jobs that consume one's life.

Another way is to make money that is visible to the naked eye.

Making money from other people's lives.

"Medical aid, this kind of life-saving grace is the most valuable, but I don't have the skills."

"I don't have the skills to fight with guns, or to pay for my life."

"All I have is the information about your death that I learned from the future."

"Would you like to buy it? Number 4?"

"dududu~"

Zhihang stood in the public telephone booth, listening to the busy tone from the other end who had hung up the phone. He didn't care at all, but instead began to summarize his own words.

"Sure enough, there are too many opening remarks. It should be more direct. Well, the fewer words, the more mystery there is."

Zhihang took his notebook and looked at the Times Specialty next to him.

Public telephone booths, and a phone book that lists many people around.

I marked a name in my notebook that had both Chinese and Japanese translations as number 4, and then started looking for the names one by one according to the order of the names in the phone book.

"Well, found one."

Zhixing threw a toy coin into the cashier's seat of a public telephone booth and dialed the number on it.

"Woo~woo~woo~, snap"

"Hello, who are you?"

"Is this President ***'s house?"

“Yes, are you a subordinate of our company?”

"As long as you're not mistaken, then *** is number 5."

"What number 5? Is this a prank?"

"Tell him for me that if you want to know the details of your own death, come and trade with me. I believe you will know it soon."

"Click."

After Zhixing hung up the phone to avoid further questioning from the other party, he looked at the male president marked as No. 5 with some distress.

"If that's the case, this phone book can only contact the family. If it can't contact the person himself, how can we make a deal? After all, it's not uncommon for the murderer to be a family member."

Zhixing looked at the katakana Japanese names of more than 50 presidents he had copied down in his notebook, as well as their Chinese translations, and began to think about his original plan.

"Detective Conan" is a mystery anime series, but because it was not considered serialized in the early days, the timeline became messed up, and in the end, time was simply ignored.

As a result, several murders occurred on the same night of the same year during a holiday, and Conan happened to be involved in all of them. And after experiencing so many times, he was still in the same grade.

"So this is a perfect experimental site to test whether I can lose my memory by going back in time."

"It's just that you need to develop the habit of taking notes, but it's still acceptable."

Zhixing looked at the names recorded, which was also the second reason for choosing Conan.

make money!

However, the purpose of the paper company is not these so-called presidents, but to use the deaths of these presidents to prove their identity as future people.

This will allow him to truly obtain the biggest fortune in the Conan world - the Golden House.

It was a treasure found in a detective's story, a house with a mechanism made of gold.

However, the location of such a house is not easy to check with the Internet in this era, not to mention that it is private property, and it is unrealistic to enter and exit it multiple times without a legitimate reason.

Since the goal is gold, let’s talk about the third goal.

How to use the golden finger!

"Is this the end of a story, or is it a meeting of all the main characters?"

"If it's the former, then Conan, which is a story in the form of a unit drama, is undoubtedly the fastest way to verify it."

"And if it's the latter, then it will only take a year at most, which is about the time of 12 reincarnations. It won't take too long. It's a good time for me to think about what to do next."

"What's more, maybe the movie version will also be a watershed. When I reach that point in time, I can go back."

Because the use of the golden finger is still in the speculation stage, Zhixing does not plan to search Karasuma Renya's residence right away and go straight to the destination.

Instead, he was flipping through his phone, adding a long-lost workload to himself.

"Never mind, let's do it first. Whether you can find me or not depends on your luck."

"It's a good opportunity for me to see if I'm the destiny of Steins;Gate, or if I'm like 486 who can rewrite the future. It's just that I'm too weak, so the changes I make are not significant enough to affect the ending. After all, I only have one chance to play through the game."

He took out his Magic Circle phone and began to encrypt it with a pencil. After writing his thoughts into a diary, Zhixing took a deep breath and started making phone calls again late at night.

Soon, the night fell on the city.

Although this 20th-century city is considered Tokyo, Beika-cho is not a city that never sleeps.

Soon, no one answered the phone call made by the paper bank.

"Only about 20 people called and got through. Is that really enough?"

Pushing open the door of the public telephone booth, Zhixing looked at the address written in his notebook.

"2-21, Yoneka-cho, Tokyo."

Then he looked at the sign for a nearby store.

"24th episode"

Zhixing sighed and looked at the old map of Tokyo saved on his phone, but found that it was completely useless as a reference.

"It seems I still need a map of this place. The ones I searched online are totally unreliable."

"No, maybe I can just ask someone for directions tomorrow."

"I hope the Conan fanfiction with Kuro as the protagonist doesn't come true, just like the Maki Gaiden won't actually happen, turning this city into a crime-ridden area."

The paper shop looked at the few streets that still had lights on, as well as the pitch-black alleys.

I didn't dare to look for any source of income as rashly as I did last time, for fear that I would run into something again, become a witness, and be killed innocently.

Keep walking forward along the shopping street.

As expected, I saw the small park that exists in every residential area and is where something bad is bound to happen.

""

Looking at the dark entrance to the park without any street lights, and the few street lights that were barely working near the toilet far away.

The paper company had no choice but to change its itinerary once again, and at the same time it also deeply realized the imperfections in public infrastructure caused by the gap between the times.

"Should I be thankful that I still have a backup plan? It feels like things haven't been going well since I made this choice."

Continue walking along the road.

Hard work pays off. After walking along a long shopping street, Zhixing finally saw his destination.

There is a police station with guards at the door 24 hours a day.

He wrote down the reason why he went to the police station in a notebook, and without even bothering to encrypt it, he walked in front of the police with the paper in his hand.

This blatant behavior also attracted the attention of the two policemen.

"Hello sir, what can I do for you?"

"Hello, officer. Do you know which police station Officer Megure is from?"

"Megure? Do you mean Inspector Megure?"

"It's so late. Is there something important that you want to talk to Inspector Megure of the First Investigation Division of the Metropolitan Police Department?"

"Ah? Oh, I don't have anything to do with him. I just want to know where the police station is."

Kazuyuki was a little unsure about the title that came out of the police's mouth, but since he chose "Detective Conan", Inspector Megure must exist.

After all, his golden finger is not a system, and Zhixing cannot be 100% sure that he has really come to the world of "Detective Conan".

When I first activated my ability, I failed because of this. How can I guarantee that my guess is correct?

"That's the fat one, the one who always leads the team when there's a murder."

"That's definitely Inspector Megure. Inspector Megure is walking from this side of our precinct, and then heading to..."

The policeman described the route in front of the paper bank, while another policeman was also looking at the paper bank.

It was so late and he was still wandering outside with a bag on his back. If the other party hadn't approached him, he would probably have suspected what was in the backpack.

The police looked at the paper merchant's clothes again.

These are clothes I’ve never seen before. They don’t look like what an office worker would wear. Are they home clothes?

If he wasn't so old, he would look like a runaway.

The policeman shook his head. Seeing that his companion had finished giving directions, they looked at each other's departing backs and asked:

"Hey, what do you think he's going to do?"

"I'm not a detective, how would I know?"

"Guess what, he recognizes the police chief."

"Not necessarily. His reaction just now seems more like he knows Inspector Megure's existence than knowing him."

"Oh? You don't know him? Then what was he doing there? It was so late and he was carrying a bag. It sounded quite heavy."

"Maybe a gift?"

"Do you think that's possible?"

"Then I don't know. It can't be a bomb."

The policeman spread his hands, saying that he couldn't think of it, and casually mentioned a possibility.

Then the two of them were suddenly stunned.

They looked at each other silently, and the policeman who had just enthusiastically shown the way was a little scared by himself.

"Should we...call the police?"

"I think...it's doable."

The two looked at each other again, and instead of chasing the paper bank that had turned a corner and disappeared from their sight while they were talking, they went into the police station and called the Metropolitan Police Department.

Chapter 126 Participate in deciphering cases one by one? No, no, no

He compared the paper with the notebook and followed the path indicated by the police.