Watching the anime from Madoka Magica and writing the rules

"Duo."

"Huh? My hearing is still normal? There's nothing wrong with it? Why can't I hear the voice over there?"

"Could Conan possibly hold back from screaming in this situation? He clearly doesn't need to be silenced or hide anymore."

Zhixing watched every move of the witch's huge body, but Piaopiao could only hear the sound of the wind blowing in her ears, and even a little tinnitus, but she could not hear the movement over there.

"What's going on? Is this place so far from the room?"

Zhixing recalled that when the witch's footsteps could be heard at the beginning, she was already not far from the room, so he needed to leave and hide.

"But if even the witch's voice can't travel that far, then what was that sound just now? Why could I hear the shouting coming from the room? To the point that even the witch was attracted there?"

Zhi Xing looked at the witch in confusion, then looked at the direction the witch was digging. Without getting any inspiration, he looked at the half doll.

"Could it be that the police officer has become a dead person, and his soul has been used by the witch to make a doll? If it weren't for the scream just now, I'm afraid the same thing would have happened to me... right?"

"Wait? A doll made of people?"

Zhixing suddenly shuddered and understood.

"If we use the process of elimination, the only ones who can make sounds are the familiars, excluding ordinary people like Conan and the police officer, and then excluding the witch who is so close."

"And the familiar that made those ahhhh sounds back then, but is silent now, is..."

(Conan and the police officer knocked down the stuffed bear and got down from the top of the doll cabinet.)

"The stuffed bear at the top?"

Zhixing feels that he is in excellent condition today. Once his thoughts are opened up, the following ideas will also emerge.

"If the familiar's cry could reach the witch, then that's impossible."

"Since even I can hear this cry, it can't be just a familiar. After all, when Mami first came here, she was killing familiars along the way, and I didn't hear any other sounds at that time."

"As for familiars that can speak, the only one I remember is the kid from the movie, which means they need to be at least elite familiars."

"As for how to identify an elite familiar, besides having a more unique appearance and being closer to the witch's room, the most important thing is..." Zhi Xing felt himself about to laugh again, but quickly restrained his smile and calmly answered, "Elite familiars can form a barrier independently outside. In other words, the ability to cast the Witch's Kiss is a skill only elite familiars have."

Zhixing tilted his gaze towards his neck. Although he could not see anything, he knew in his heart that the witch's kiss on his neck had not disappeared.

Although the Witch's Kiss will no longer control the victim after entering the witch's barrier, Zhixing has used the disappearance of the Witch's Kiss several times to confirm whether the witch has been eliminated.

It's like being immune to the Witch's Kiss because the Witch's Kiss affects the other person's soul. Since you haven't lost your soul yet, the Witch's Kiss will always exist in you.

Zhixing felt that his lack of oxygen had been mostly recovered through his nose, so he slowly closed his eyes, relaxed his limbs, and began to try an experience he had never had before.

Communicate telepathically with distant witches through the Witch's Kiss.

"Little Bear, are you there? Are you there? Can you hear me? If you can, please answer me."

The eyes that had just been closed opened again, and Zhixing suddenly remembered something.

He couldn't have telepathy at all, because according to Zhixing's guess, he had encrypted his mind in a way that only he could translate in order to avoid being read by Kyubey.

Although I'm not sure if this thing really exists, it's a certain fact that I've never heard the sound of a witch's kiss while I was awake.

In other words, Witch's Kiss probably can't connect to the witch at all, and is just hanging on Paper's soul like a stand-alone player.

"Damn it! I'm not even smiling anymore, why is it still not working?!"

Zhixing blamed himself for his easily proud personality, and then looked in Conan's direction again.

But the good luck seemed to have run out. Zhixing clearly saw that the witch had something in her hands and she straightened her back, as if she was looking at something.

"No, aren't you the protagonist of this world? Please, unleash the power of destiny and let something unexpected happen! At the very least, just give me a hint!"

"Isn't fate unchangeable? Now is the time for you to unleash your true power. I, who have nothing to do with you, command you to appear and conclude your fate!!!"

Zhixing's inner thoughts had no effect at all. Instead, he opened his eyes and noticed something even more terrifying.

The witch stood still and began to reprocess the police officer.

"Stop, in that case, isn't the other party the red side of justice? Fate shouldn't let him become a familiar, right? If he becomes like that, how can he communicate with ordinary people? The police officer is not Conan, he only needs to communicate with the Mori family, but they are... uh..."

Zhixing's exclamation was interrupted, because when he talked about not understanding, Zhixing suddenly remembered the apostle Kamijou who was born from a wish.

And the reason why I went from not being able to understand to being able to understand.

"Because my perspective has changed, I can now see the apostles as human beings, and therefore understand them. Does that mean that wishes can be fulfilled a second time just because of my own thoughts?"

"If that's the case, then maybe there's a way to communicate."

Since there was really no other possibility, Zhixing immediately took action after noticing this possibility.

"My memories and thoughts are only understood by me, so the Witch's Kiss simply stimulates my hormones and makes me think more deeply about that aspect, rather than directly understanding the memory and affecting me."

"That's why I can't use the Witch's Kiss as a phone to contact the Witch."

"And because the Witch's Kiss is deeply embedded in my soul, it has become a part of me."

“Although it can be considered an external force, isn’t every bite of food I eat and every breath I take also part of the external force?”

"Since a wish can directly define a Kamijou Kyousuke, then why can't I choose my scope?"

Zhixing closed his eyes, and in the darkness he could already see the image of the witch, while he kept emphasizing in his mind that "the witch's kiss is a part of me."

It was not until a voice appeared that Zhi Xing, who had emphasized this point countless times, woke up from this state.

"What is Witch's Kiss?"

Zhixing opened his eyes and saw that the witch who was originally at the door of the room had returned to the maintenance table. Just like the three days in Zhixing's memory, she looked at Zhixing curiously.

"Can you take these threads back?"

Zhixing asked tentatively.

"Oh ok."

The witch put the half-dolled, motionless police officer aside, then reached out and quickly retracted the ropes that bound the paper man's limbs and gagged his mouth.

Feeling the freedom of his mouth, but because he had been biting it for too long, he could not close it, and his muscles ached, so Zhi Xing said to the witch in his heart:

"Maybe what I said just now wasn't accurate enough. Let me say it again: you are a part of me."

"Part of it?"

The witch tilted her head, somewhat confused.

"Yes, part of it. If you don't believe me, you can try and see if you can come back."

Zhixing spoke to the witch in a tone like coaxing a child.

Although Zhixing had roughly understood that the witch's memory was incomplete and her mental age was only a few years old when he had met her before, at the same time, no matter how hard Zhixing tried, he could not change what she had determined. For example, at that time, the feeding intervals, which were unknown how long, had seriously interfered with Zhixing's sleep time.

But there was no way. In the witch's eyes, Zhixing was just a talking toy, so she naturally wouldn't be too accommodating.

Therefore, Zhixing just wanted to use himself as bait to delay time, so that Conan, who had already come close but whose life or death was unknown, would have a chance to wake up and find a solution.

The witch looked at the paper, then at the half-finished police officer beside her, as if she understood something, and suddenly said happily:

"Great! I found part of the toy~"

Just when Zhixing didn't quite understand what the witch meant, he saw the witch reach out and touch Zhixing, and then the surroundings began to blur.

Zhixing looked at the changes around him in surprise, and then suddenly thought of something, and reached out to try to grab Conan who was placed on the other side by the witch.

But the change in space did not shorten the distance between the two sides much. Zhi Xing, accompanied by the cold night wind, reappeared at another location on the dock with Conan and the police.

Chapter 154 Advanced Translation

"What's the situation now?"

Zhixing looked at the two people lying on the ground not far away, feeling confused.

"Will the witch retreat? Will the witch abandon the humans she has captured? How could such a thing happen?"

Zhixing touched the left neck that was touched by the witch with his right hand. Just like the witch's kiss, Zhixing couldn't feel any difference.

Glancing around, Zhihang could easily see that the area around it was still filled with containers at the dock, but it was obviously not the site of the explosion.

"Could it be that even a witch can't stop fate?"

Zhixing stood there and tried to think for a long time before he reluctantly attributed the witch's departure to Conan's fate not ending here. Then he shook his head and looked at the two people lying like corpses.

"Alas, now is not the time to think about this. We need to see if the police officer can be saved."

After sighing, Zhixing walked towards the police officer and reached out to touch his thigh.

After a brief test, it was discovered that the police officer's body muscles were still very strong, and it was impossible to tell that his lower body had been made into a doll.

"Shh~ I didn't find it here either, over."

A voice obviously containing noise came from the police officer.

Zhixing walked around to the side of the police officer and quickly found the sound-emitting device - a wireless walkie-talkie.

He took the intercom down, flipped it open briefly, and quickly figured out how to use it from the two buttons.

"Hello, is anyone here?"

Zhihang asked tentatively with a still somewhat uncomfortable mouth, and soon a reply came from the intercom:

"Who's talking? What did you find?"

"Shh~ Ahem, I'm Kamijou Touma, and I'm currently..." After taking a quick look at the landmarks around him, he quickly locked onto his target. "In the container area, there's a large crane nearby. I'm to the left of the boom, and to the right is where the moon is."

"Shh~ Got it. Let's go right over there. What happened just now? What happened to Officer Dahe? Why can't I hear his voice?"

Zhixing glanced at Officer Dahe, whose name he didn't remember, carefully sniffed his breath, and confirmed his heartbeat before responding with certainty:

"Sigh~ He's probably still alive."

"??? Ss ...

Zhixing put the walkie-talkie, which had served its purpose, back into the police officer's pocket, and then looked at Conan who was also unconscious beside him.

"Come to think of it, when the witch brought Conan closer just now, he didn't say anything. Could it be that something was done to him as well?"

Zhi Xing thought about it, and then came to Conan's side, and then...

He took off his tie and took a look at it, then took off his glasses and looked for the switch, then lifted his feet that had been running all the way, took a look at the switch on his shoes and flipped it.

"Ah."

Zhixing put down his shoes and stood up as if nothing had happened, but after waiting for a while, Conan did not wake up as expected, so he squatted down again.

"Come to think of it, this item seems to stimulate acupuncture points to increase leg strength, right?"

"I guess Dr. Agasa designed it specifically for Conan's foot acupressure points. Similarly, these glasses don't have any myopia correction function, and they're too small to wear at all."

After admiring all of Conan's props, Zhi Xing's eyes fell on the "Voice Changer Tie".

"Ah, it's too complex. My ability is translation, so my tone and intonation are enhanced by it. I'm not sure what the specific sound will be, but this thing probably can't change my tone. After all, the meaning I convey is not expressed through words."

Thinking this, Zhixing tied his tie again and then touched Conan's pants.

"Tsk, there's no belt. Does that mean we can't lie and say we dropped something into the witch's barrier and can't find it?"

It’s no wonder Zhixing thought so. After all, when Zhixing saw Conan, he had already looked nearby and there was no blue jacket.

Since one thing has already been lost, it would be reasonable to lose another one. Anyway, Dr. Agasa will do it for free.

After realizing that there was nothing else he could do, Zhixing began to care about Conan's physical condition.

But just as Zhixing thought, if even a police officer he had never met before was safe and sound, how could Conan, the protagonist, be in trouble?

After making sure that both of them were safe, Zhixing stood up, feeling the night sea breeze, and began to recall his previous feelings.

“From language to speech, from sign language to behavior, from music to emotion, from words to paintings.”

"All of these things humans use to express their thoughts and emotions should be within my purview to translate. I just need to keep changing my perceptions like I did just now."

Zhixing took out Hongzi's note, which had been kept in his zipper pocket, from his pocket and opened it without hesitation to read it.

"I get the meaning, I get the meaning, I get the meaning"

Zhixing kept repeating his words, but as the number of times increased, Zhixing felt his confidence growing weaker and weaker, because the note was still incomprehensible as before.

“Two points can only define a straight line, but three points are needed to define a surface.”

"So I must have overlooked some premise. In addition to communicating with humans, there should be another premise, and writing does not meet this premise, so even if I want to translate it, I can't."

Zhixing took the note back, closed his eyes and began to take deep breaths.

"First of all, I can translate with voice software, which shows that inanimate objects can also be translated. After all, what I hear is the sound left by people in advance, and I just form new sentences with this sound."

"Since it's not a matter of life and death, and Yuan Ma and the others can directly record the translation results, then it's not that the software they chose is special. After all, the phone I used at the beginning can also translate."