Watching the anime from Madoka Magica and writing the rules

"I also want to remember the time, huh?! Time."

Zhixing raised his eyebrows and remembered his time.

About 3 days = one year. At a ratio of 1:100, every minute of delay means one and a half hours of time is lost.

Although I don’t know if it’s the same in Conan’s world, it’s obvious that Paper Line shouldn’t waste too much time in his room.

"What was the opening line? Um, going to the world of Detective Conan..."

That familiar feeling, as if without cooling down, surged into Zhixing's heart.

"Kudo Shinichi!"

Four words came out of Zhixing's mouth, but nothing happened.

Zhi Xing frowned and asked tentatively, "Edogawa Conan?"

The familiar things around me began to twist.

After Zhixing made note of this situation in his mind, he suddenly reached out, grabbed the quilt on the bed, and threw it away.

"1.2.3.4.5...Hmm? Are we there yet?"

His vision shifted from the dark space to a room without lights or windows, and was suddenly illuminated by sunlight. Zhi Xing felt a little uncomfortable and closed his eyes to block his sight.

It took a while for Zhixing to notice where he was, after his eyes adjusted to the light.

This is an open-air staircase close to the outside of the building. Light can shine directly in, and you can see the scene on the first floor effortlessly.

Zhixing first looked up at the sky.

Although he was unable to look directly at the sun due to the stimulation, Zhi Xing was still able to determine the position of the sun.

It is a little far from the top of your head, most likely before or after noon.

"Did I take that long? Or does time really flow at a different rate?"

Putting down the hand that was blocking the sun, Zhixing walked to the solid railing of the stairs and saw the playground below.

"School? Conan's school?"

Zhixing carefully pushed open the door on the wall and took a look inside.

"3-E"

Zhixing noticed the class sign at first sight, and then he moved closer to the wall and saw the student leaning against the window without being noticed by the teacher.

It's a child, so is this really Conan Elementary School?

Zhixing slowly retreated, carefully opened the door, and silently returned to the stairs.

"Because Shinichi no longer exists, I can only locate Conan? In that case, did this cheat code of mine exist before Madoka Magica, or did it come from a wish made in a certain reincarnation within Madoka Magica? Can wishes really achieve this level of success?"

Zhixing was thinking as he walked down the stairs, but before he could figure out whether he was targeting Madoka Kaname or Homura Akemi, the bell for the end of get out of class rang.

"Wow!"

The children who were originally sealed in the classroom suddenly added a lot of noise to the school.

"Is this the end of get out of class or the end of school?"

The paper company stopped this unfounded speculation after the ringing of the bell and quickly went to the first floor.

After some simple trial and error, Zhixing found the direction to the school gate.

Then, the scene of students in groups of three or four leaving the school gate with small backpacks on their backs came into Zhixing's sight.

At first glance, it's impossible to tell who Conan is.

"At this time, I should take the initiative to step forward and let Conan discover me, which would be better."

Zhixing stood on the path against the wall of the teaching building, watching the children coming and going. He no longer had the boldness he had at the crime scene. He hesitated for a long time before retracting his head and not looking at the students leaving school.

Let's wait until all the children have left before leaving. It will be easier to get out of the school if you leave work with the teachers.

Although I don't intend to be a conspicuous target, there is another way to get to the paper shop, which is to take the stairs and get a good view from a high place.

"Hey, didn't you come to see me? Are you leaving just like that?"

Zhi Xing's body, which was heading towards the stairs, stopped. In order to maintain his character, he did not look back, but continued to look at the stairs, walls, trees, etc. in front of him to distract himself and responded:

"I shouldn't have done anything, so you could still find me?"

Zhi Xing slowly turned to the right and looked back at the source of the sound.

""

No one came, and the corner was just an empty space.

"A side effect is auditory hallucination? No wonder there are unreasonable low-probability events."

Zhixing rubbed his forehead, not sure for a moment whether it was caused by the dark space or by his own use of the golden finger.

"Wow~ So there are side effects! I thought your magic didn't have to consider energy conservation."

Zhixing suddenly looked to his left and saw a child wearing glasses who had come to his side without him noticing.

"It seems you've adapted to your current body very well. I didn't even hear any movement."

"Thank you. Compared to you who dared to lie in front of the detective, I am still ashamed of myself. I can't even walk out and wait for me to discover such a thing."

Zhi Xing and Conan looked at each other, and soon he was defeated by the discomfort of lowering his head. He had to squat down and said to Conan at eye level:

"I want to know what year, month, and day it is today. It's the 1st."

Conan adjusted his posture slightly, and immediately turned up the reflection of his glasses so that Zhi Xing couldn't see the other person's eyes, and then replied:

"What are you talking about? Today isn't very obvious. It's January 22nd, 1994, a Tuesday. For someone like you who came here specifically, this kind of information shouldn't be difficult to discern."

"Or maybe you have more than one side effect, so you're also counting auditory hallucinations that haven't occurred yet as a side effect?"

Zhixing looked at Conan who was seriously thinking about his words and felt a sense of incongruity.

"When did you start using magic as a clue for reasoning? This isn't science."

"Science? Isn't that science?"

Conan heard the incredible words and asked subconsciously.

"Huh? Uh, can something like this be translated truthfully? I guess I need to be more careful."

Zhixing scratched his head, feeling a little troubled by his uncontrollable voice translation ability.

It is not about translating the text itself, but about translating the meaning expressed by the text.

In this situation, it is easy for information to be leaked without knowing it.

Although it’s okay to leak information in Conan and Madoka Magica, I’ll need to be extra careful when using the golden finger to go to other worlds in the future.

"Does everything have to start from number 1, Ke Xue?"

Conan took out the "No. 1" identity card from his pocket, which he had put into his pocket from his backpack when he noticed the paper line, and played with it casually.

"Since we already know the date, and it seems like some information has been revealed, let's leave it at that for today."

Zhixing stood up and no longer had the idea of ​​going upstairs to look around, so he decided to take a look at the situation at the school gate.

"Wait, I have more questions!"

Conan quickly interrupted his thoughts and called out to Zhixing loudly.

Seeing Zhixing turned around, he immediately asked:

"You already knew that I, Number 1, wasn't actually dead or missing, but had turned into this, right? You recognized me at Yoko's house the other day."

Considering that he would have a lot of dealings with Shinichi in the future, Zhixing nodded, which was considered an answer to the question.

"Well, you should also know the situation of those people. If you talk to Inspector Megure now..."

"Stop, I don't know the situation over there. I was just captured for experiments. People from the future with limited intelligence can't possibly know your situation."

Zhixing quickly stopped Conan's questioning. After all, he didn't know any clues related to the Black Organization. Apart from those undercover characters, such as the TV host Rena Mizunashi, there was also... a real estate boss?

"You really don't know anything?"

"Really? They're not the kind you imagine. It's not as simple as using evidence of someone's crime to threaten cash. After all, you've experienced it yourself now. This can be considered the product of the joint efforts of technology and magic."

Conan lowered his head. Although he was extremely reluctant, he had to admit in his heart that there might indeed be magic in this world.

Although he may not know much about cutting-edge technology, Conan, as a detective, is involved in many fields.

In addition, considering the person he first sought help from, Dr. Agasa, he knew very clearly that, let alone turning a person into a child, even making them look younger was not something that current technology could achieve. At best, it was just a disguise called makeup.

Even though it was a medical field that neither of them was familiar with, Conan had never heard of any medicinal herbs that could produce the effect of reverse growth.

It seems that only the involvement of something completely unknown like magic can explain what happened to Conan.

An organization that can use magic to refine medicine, and even has enough materials to allow others to use them for free experiments on outsiders, is not something that a local police station can handle. Conan can still tell this clearly.

When Kazuyuki saw that Conan began to believe in magic, he shook his head and planned to leave school.

"If you really don't know the intelligence over there, then, No. 2, who is it prepared for?"

Conan realized that this was a rare opportunity, so he quickly broke free from his thoughts and expressed the doubts in his heart.

"We'll talk about that kind of thing when the victims start to appear on the list."

Zhi Xing first solved Conan's problem, and then asked in confusion:

"Have you encountered any cases these days? How do you know the notes I gave to the police?"

"Of course I'm asking this as Kudo Shinichi."

Conan said as a matter of course.

Knowing that a person who knows a lot of information is under the custody of the police station, and Kogoro Mouri's current identity is not important enough to allow Inspector Megure to reveal the information.

So Conan naturally used the butterfly transformation device he had obtained two days ago, changed back into Shinichi's voice, and learned about the death list of Kazuo from Inspector Megure.

And then, the sorting method starting from 3 to more than 20.

"Would number 2 show up that late? Didn't you arrange them in the order they were contacted in the phone book?"

"Numbers 1 and 2 are special. I prepared them specifically, so they are different from the death list. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

After Zhixing finished answering, he no longer cared about the children who might be there and quickly walked towards the school gate.

"Wait, wait a minute."

Conan trotted with his schoolbag on his back to catch up with Zhixing's pace as he left.

"You are not what I want right now, so I plan to keep the information I know. When the opportunity arises, I will make an information deal with you."

Zhixing looked at Conan, who obviously still had questions, and interrupted Conan's questioning.

“When can we do that? Hey, Kamijou-nii.”

Conan followed Zhixing into the crowd leaving the school, and couldn't help but prove Zhixing's identity to dispel the security guard's suspicious look.

Originally, Conan wanted to find an opportunity to forcibly pull Zhixing to a solitary environment to further inquire about the information. After all, Conan couldn't wait to turn back into Shinichi so that Xiaolan would be less worried.

Kamijou Touma was supposed to be in the detention room, but now because he returned to the future and then to the past, he escaped from the detention room.

However, there are no laws regarding magic in this matter, so it is probably just a case of escaping from prison using magic tricks.

This is probably the only chance I have to communicate openly and honestly as Shinichi.

Conan, who was thinking about something, suddenly bumped into the back of the paper shop and fell down. After screaming in pain and standing up, Conan saw that Kogoro Mouri, who was holding a newspaper, was using this ordinary telephone pole, as if to openly express that he was following him.

"Ah, uncle, what are you doing here?"

Conan pretended not to notice and reminded the gentleman who was being followed.

"Shh! I'm working now!"

Startled, Kogoro Mouri quickly explained to Conan.

While Conan and Maori Kogoro were arguing, the paper walker came over and asked directly:

"That bearded gentleman over there."

"Huh?" The bearded man who was being followed by Kogoro Mouri looked at the paper company in confusion.

Zhi Xing came up to the other party and asked as if to confirm:

"Are you feeling dangerous and asking a detective to be your bodyguard? Or are you just an accomplice of the murderer?"

Chapter 138 That familiar feeling of despair