Watching the anime from Madoka Magica and writing the rules

Chapter 133 "Future Agency"

"Boom! Boom!"

"Huh? Hello, this is the Metropolitan Police Department. What can I do for you?"

The sound of knocking on the table woke up the sleeping police officer on duty. The police officer saw the paper line in a daze and subconsciously started to speak in opening remarks, but soon the police officer regained consciousness and recognized the person in front of him.

"You...didn't you run away?"

"You know me? That's great. Where's my luggage?"

Zhixing looked at the police officer's shocked expression and didn't want to delve into it, so he opened his mouth and stated his purpose.

"Don't move, I'm warning you, don't run."

After the police officer reacted, he immediately realized that this was a great achievement. He stood up instantly, grabbed his baton, and threatened the paper man.

"Where are my things?"

Zhihang looked at the police officer's actions but did not react, or rather, he did not notice the police officer's movements at all. While knocking on the table, he kept thinking about the current situation in his mind.

Two days, and it suddenly disappeared? Maybe it was just one day, but what is my situation now?

In my imagination, I should either become a psychopath with a disordered sense of time here, or my memory should be reconstructed back to when I first arrived, or even to the memory before entering the Magic Circle.

However, time changed without my noticing, but I didn't seem to have lost my memory, and even now it seems as if the things I did didn't seem to have lost my memory.

Am I the one who runs away?

Looking at the unmoved paper bank, the police officer's expression became nervous.

Adhering to the principle of not moving unless the enemy moves, the police officer still maintained his grip on the baton at his waist and said to the paper bank in a warning:

"After you escaped yesterday, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs came and couldn't find you, so we moved your things to the office for them to check."

"Including my shoes?"

Zhixing looked in another direction different from the detention room and asked as he walked.

"After all, you're missing, so let's pack everything up together..."

Before the police officer finished speaking, he watched Zhihang walk towards the office area and noticed the shoes Zhihang was wearing.

No, it’s bad. This guy is not going to kill me!

He had clearly escaped, but now he was coming back, and it looked like he had gotten rid of the security guard. Doesn't that mean he was alone now?

To be honest, I have no idea what crime he committed, but it was said that the embassy people came to his house to look for him because he turned himself in. Could he be a real spy?

Zhixing opened the door of the office area and easily saw the light switch, but the light did not allow Zhixing to find his luggage.

Zhihang stood at the gate and turned to look at the police officer.

"No, I don't know. I just heard the person on duty say that they were busy trying to find you, so they moved all their stuff into the office to look for clues. I really don't know where your stuff is, and I haven't looked!"

"Ok?"

The police officer's behavior brought Zhixing out of his distracted state of thinking. Zhixing immediately realized that he had made an impulsive decision without considering the consequences. He immediately turned around and entered the office area and closed the door.

The police officer watched the paper shop disappear from his sight and began to retreat, keeping an eye on the office area door and the entrance door, hoping that his night shift police officer, who was nominally on patrol but actually catching up on sleep, would appear.

As for the paper company, after closing the door to the office area, they knew they were running out of time, so they began to search their luggage.

Soon, Zhixing found his backpack, his cell phone, notepad, and shoes in an unlocked office.

"Anything is still there? I thought my phone was definitely lost."

Zhixing was glad that his thoughtless action was right. He quickly checked and packed up his things, then took out a pen and notebook from his backpack and shakily opened his phone.

"57%"

"The phone still has power. It looks like it hasn't been turned off."

Opening the phone, Zhixing looked at the various background processes that were opened, carefully closed them one by one, and then found the alarm clock.

Taking a deep breath, Zhixing clicked on the alarm clock process. Fortunately, the process was not killed in the background, but was faithfully recording his time.

"2d9:27:21"

Zhixing's hand holding the pen suddenly clenched, and his brows frowned even more.

He opened the notebook that served as his diary and looked at the time Officer Li had written down before going to bed: "1d23:23:10." He couldn't help but question:

"The timer has been stopped, right? How could this happen?"

Zhixing pressed the countdown button, then subtracted the current countdown time from the "Detective Conan" time set on his phone, and quickly figured out the answer, which was still 18:20.

"So, I didn't lose my memory? Maybe I didn't even disappear? But someone else's memory has problems?"

The paper company looked at the luggage that was moved to the office during the nine hours and was somewhat puzzled.

"Hole~"

The sound of the office door opening awakens the paper lines that were obsessed with time issues.

Zhixing quietly put the things back into the backpack, then put it on his back, then slowly walked along the wall, recorded the scene with his mobile phone, and secretly peeked out the door.

A few seconds later, when he put the phone back, he saw the police officer who had just come out had actually pulled out a pistol and was carefully searching the offices with or without open doors.

Are all police officers this age so dangerous? I just came out to look for my luggage, and they pulled out their guns? Sure enough, I wasn't thoughtful enough. This era is still very dangerous for me.

Watching the video on his phone, he realized that the other party was about to find this office. Zhixing couldn't help but look at this office where even the bottom of the table was not sealed, and there was no space to hide at all.

After all, it wasn't like Conan's performance. Even if he crouched down, the desk wouldn't necessarily block his body. Moreover, even if he dodged it this time, it wouldn't necessarily be of any use. The other party had seen him come in with their own eyes. If he couldn't find it, he would probably look for it again.

I can only believe in the logic of the anime and the personal qualities of the police officers who are on the side of justice, even if my illegal status conflicts with this side.

Zhixing thought so, but his body remained pressed against the wall without moving.

After all, the police officers are armed with guns. How can they face a pistol without any assurance?

But time is not on the paper industry's side.

The resigned waiting did not make the situation better, but instead brought the other party closer to the office.

"What are you looking for?"

The sudden words from the paper bank startled the police officer outside the door, but he immediately hid in a nearby office and warned the room where the sound came from:

"You're surrounded. I'm arresting you for escaping prison and theft. Just give up your resistance and surrender!"

"Oh."

Upon hearing this, Zhixing walked out from his spot against the wall, left the office, and came to the lobby of the office area.

When the police officer saw Zhihang coming out, he immediately pointed his gun at him. Then, seeing that Zhihang didn't move, he couldn't help but ask:

"What's wrong with you? Why... did you come out when I called you?"

"Because I'm a law-abiding person."

Zhi Xing automatically ignored what he had done in "Magic Circle" and said it as a matter of course.

"Well...then why did you escape?"

"I didn't escape, I just disappeared. I'll go back now."

Zhixing said this, and then, with the police officer watching him all the way, he returned to the detention room where he had stayed for the day.

The police officer closed the door of the detention room as if he didn't understand the situation. Then he put away the gun, looked at the paper in confusion and walked back to his duty station.

"By the way, please return this to the security guard."

Zhi Xing took off his shoes, put his own shoes back on, and threw them out of the detention room through the gap.

"You didn't do anything to our people, did you?"

When the police officer looked at the shoes, he remembered why he felt that the paper shop was dangerous.

"It's nothing, go back to your duty, I won't bother you anymore."

The paper shop waved its hand and sent the skeptical police officer away. After a day and a half, it finally got its luggage back.

I unpacked the food in my backpack and started recording and translating my diary at almost 4 o'clock, completely awake.

"Around 9:06:03 on the second day, I woke up in the detention room and found the door was open and the backpack was gone."

"This is because I disappeared for a day, so the room was cleared out."

"No, I'm not sure how many days have passed, but it definitely won't be January 17th, which is the next day, because I skipped the embassy that was supposed to deport me the next day."

"On the second day, at 9:27:21, I found my phone and all my luggage. I also found that the timer had indeed worked."

"Though it's not to remind my amnesiac self how long I've been here."

“But it also made me discover strange things.”

"The absolute time I came to this world remains unchanged, but other people's time has added a few days of my non-existence. I guess I'll have to wait until work in the morning to ask about the situation."

"Although it seems like the diary won't be used anymore, but we've only been here for two days, so I should write more just to be safe."

After encrypting all the things that had not been sorted out yet, along with the time record that Officer Li had previously recorded, Zhixing looked at the battery level of his mobile phone with a distressed look and plugged it into a power bank.

As time passed, the door to the hall in front of the detention room was knocked open by a burst of hurried footsteps.

Officer Li and several other police officers looked at the paper-sitter sitting on the bed in disbelief.

"Good morning, officer."

"Kamijo Touma, where have you been these past two days? Tell the truth!"

Officer Li asked loudly.

"That's what I want to know too." Zhixing took out his phone, clicked on the alarm clock, pointed to the time "2d13:19:24" and asked:

"What happened here in the 13 hours that I've been counting, no, less than 10 hours?"

Officer Li walked closer and looked at the timer on his phone, which was still counting down. He raised his eyebrows and confirmed:

"You disappeared for two days, then got your phone back and reset the time?"

"Oh? Resetting the time? That seems possible. The last time we met was on the evening of January 16th at 5:43:10 PM. So, assuming you left at that time and I came out from here and reset the time, it should be 7:02 AM on the 19th now?"

Officer Li silently calculated the time in his mind, then looked up at the clock in the hall. It was 7:42. Noticing the time was completely off, he admitted:

"Well, if you can't adjust the time manually, then it's not a reset."

"Is today really the 19th?"

"Yes, do you really not know or are you pretending not to know?"

"So, why didn't you check the time when you took my things?"

Zhixing was not satisfied with this statement. After all, as a person who knew about the time anomaly, if he wanted to use this countdown to judge the time of the anomaly, he could only rely on other people's perspectives.

"No, even though you're missing and we've checked your things, I haven't checked your phone to see if it's still counting down... oh, so you paused the timer, right?"

Officer Li acted as if he had discovered the truth and started pointing the finger on the spot.

"Back then, when you recorded the time, it was 1d23:23:10, and now it's 2d13:24:38. In other words, since I paused the timer, I have to resume time from exactly one day ago."

"So, where was my phone at 17:43 PM the day before?"

Officer Li moved his hand towards the office and was about to say that Zhixing had sneaked in, but then he thought about it and realized that it was not yet time to get off work in this world, and there were a large number of police officers staying in the office, so this guess had to be declared invalid.

"So...what's the situation with this timing?"

"Let's talk about what happened in the past two days first." Zhixing put the question aside and asked back.

Officer Li looked at several colleagues behind him, then went over to exchange a few words with them before returning to the paper company and saying:

"After I separated from you, according to the patrol officer's feedback, you should have gone to bed afterwards."

"um, yes."

"Everything seemed normal. I checked the surveillance footage and didn't see you emerging from the detention room into the corridor. But on the morning of the 17th, when the police came to bring you breakfast, they discovered you were gone."

"What am I missing from?"

"Only you, uh...and the quilt and sheets are gone."

Listening to Officer Li's description, Zhixing looked at what he was touching and thought about something.

"The embassy staff came looking for you. We tried very hard but couldn't find you. So we had no choice but to report the situation to the embassy."

"The embassy staff thought you were secretly eliminated, so they took your belongings and examined them under our supervision, hoping to find some clues."

"But just like us, we haven't found your whereabouts. We can't even find anything corresponding to the family situation you mentioned."