Watching the anime from Madoka Magica and writing the rules

Zhixing recalled his past in his mind and tried to organize his words.

This kind of thinking continued until the taxi arrived downstairs of the Maori Detective Agency.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of people getting off the taxi. Then, at the call of Mao Lilan, Zhi Xing got out of the taxi with a slight chill in his limbs. He silently watched the taxi going away, without moving for a long time.

"What's wrong, Kamijou-nii?"

Conan sensed something was wrong and stepped forward to ask.

Zhi Xing also lowered his head under Conan's pull, looked at Conan absentmindedly and asked:

"What kind of experience can be called a memory worth savoring?"

"Hmm...new knowledge gained every day?"

Conan didn't quite understand what Zhixing said, but he still gave an answer seriously.

"Knowledge?"

Zhixing came back to his senses from his confusion and muttered something strangely, as if he had figured something out.

"I understand, thank you."

Zhixing turned around and looked at Xiaolan who was silently watching Zhixing and Conan at the bottom of the stairs, then walked towards Xiaolan and asked:

"Do you have a blank piece of paper and pen? I want to write something."

"Oh yes, I'll get it right away."

Xiaolan said this, and ran up to her residence on the third floor in a panic with a hint of uneasiness.

It was already so late, and Maori Kogoro should have gone back to the third floor directly. However, because Shi Xing followed him, Kogoro opened the door of his own detective agency on the second floor and waved to Shi Xing:

"This is it. You can sleep in the little brat's room tonight and don't touch anything else."

Kogoro Mouri said this reluctantly, but there was no other way. The reason he left the paper bank now was because of his daughter's request. Moreover, it would be safer to let the other party come to his house directly than to be taken to a place where he could not see her in the future.

Zhixing didn't care about Kogoro Mouri's attitude, but nodded. He didn't enter Conan's room, but sat directly on the seat in the lobby where he usually received customer service, closed his eyes and waited quietly.

Seeing this, Kogoro Mouri simply went to his own office area and tidied up the office for today, while keeping his eyes on the paper bank's every move.

Seeing that Kogoro Mouri did not go upstairs, Conan could only suppress the desire to ask further questions, ran back to his room, and then lay on the back of the door to start eavesdropping.

After a while, Zhi Xing slowly opened his eyes and looked at the clock in the hall.

Zhixing turned his neck and looked around the room, but couldn't find a place where he could see the time.

"It's already 22:51 PM."

Conan, who had quietly opened the door a crack at some point, saw Zhixing's actions, subconsciously looked at his watch, and then resolved Zhixing's troubles.

"Why did you take so long, Xiaolan? Wasn't it just to get some paper?"

Zhixing nodded in thanks to Conan, then frowned and looked at the ceiling, starting to feel anxious.

"I'm going to see Sister Xiaolan."

Seeing this, Conan found an excuse to slip out of the office, but when Conan opened the door, he saw that Xiaolan had been standing at the door for some time, as if she was hesitating whether to go in.

"Ahhh, um, is this kind of paper okay?"

Xiaolan found that the door was opened and the paper shop was sitting right in front of the door. So she didn't care about her previous hesitation and had to bite the bullet and hand over the paper she had been looking for for a while.

"what do you mean?"

Zhihang frowned as he looked at the brown paper that Xiaolan handed to him. Just by looking at it, he could tell that it was some kind of toilet paper, in pieces, and it didn't look like something for students.

"Um, I'm sorry, I searched for a long time and couldn't find it, so I can only use this paper that looks similar."

Seeing that Zhixing still had a puzzled expression, Xiaolan couldn't help but say a little aggrievedly:

"I really can't find the paper you need. I've been to several temples and none of them sell it."

"temple?"

The paper shop took the toilet paper, which looked quite thick, and also took the brush that was covered by the paper. He immediately raised his eyebrows and reacted.

"You said I should try different religions, but I've tried several and nothing seems to make a difference."

"Sorry, I should have tried yours first. At least there's something you can use."

Seeing Zhixing take the stack of talisman papers, Xiaolan put her hands together and apologized.

"Well, I just want your ordinary notebook. Never mind, anything that can write is fine too. Hey, Detective Maori, do you have a pen you can lend me?"

Kogoro Mouri, who had nothing to do and was reluctant to leave, agreed and took the opportunity to give the pen to come to the paper shop.

The paper industry doesn't care about being watched by many people.

Instead, he took a peek at Conan's watch, took the pen and started writing with the toilet paper.

"Rule One: The appearance of the Grim Reaper will attract the Witch. Do not allow the Grim Reaper to appear in the Witch's territory."

“Rule 2: Changes in time will not affect the results. Don’t get excited about changes in time.”

"Rule three: Don't stay up past midnight. If you have to stay up late, find a place to lie down immediately and don't try to watch."

"Rule Four: Witches are real, witches really happen, and you have to find the witch."

"Rule Five: Be careful of the martial artists here. Remember, the martial arts here can affect witches."

"Rule Six: I've tried to change history, but Miyano Akemi is dead, and another innocent person is in trouble. Find him and find out what happened."

"Rule Seven: Once Shinichi learns about magic and comes into contact with it, he may be beyond help. Always pay attention to his emotions!"

"Rule Eight: Don't let the witch appear. If you encounter a witch, speak up. Don't run away! You've already been kissed!"

"Rule Nine: I chose not to go back, so I left this note. If you see it, please don't hesitate to go back immediately."

"Rule 10: I saw Puella Magi Madoka Magica, but I didn't see the ending! The last thing I saw was Witch Night!!"

After writing this, I stopped writing and didn't know what to write for a moment.

Zhixing responded very seriously to the few days he had experienced in Conan. Apart from the incident at the police station where a familiar was suspected to have harmed people, the rest of the time was uneventful and there was nothing worth writing about.

This set of rules is also written for myself who may lose my memory, so there is no need to reveal my current identity as a future person, nor do I need to reveal the saint identity I defined for Mao Lilan.

As a self with the same thinking, Zhixing believes that he can deduce the current settings on his own and then become an imperfect future person who is recovering his memory.

All of this will depend on the outcome later.

"I'm the type who can do it with my brain but not with my hands."

Looking at the rules written directly in Chinese without any encryption, Zhixing understood that this was not only due to lack of time, but more importantly, Zhixing was not familiar with Wubi and naturally could not split each word out of thin air.

Only in this way, based on the existing text and then splitting it, can you barely implement the encryption method you came up with.

But after writing only a few strokes according to the strokes, Zhixing realized a problem.

"Oh no! Practice makes perfect. If I use strokes to encrypt, will the phone be able to recognize the sound?"

"Dots, horizontal and vertical strokes?"

Zhixing looked at the three people surrounding him, shook his head helplessly, drew an X on the place he had just drawn, then turned the page and put it aside. Looking at the blank paper in front of him, Zhixing came up with a new encryption method.

“If you need to be able to read it out loud, then the best way is numbers!”

"It can satisfy readability while producing irregular and undefined characters."

"No, what if a certain paragraph matches a mathematical symbol? If it's suddenly interrupted like this, I won't be able to notice it."

During this limited time, Zhixing fell into deep thought again.

After a while, I finally came up with an idea, and then I picked up the pen and wrote on this new piece of paper:

"Well, numbers plus letters will do. This way, we can ensure that this string won't be given any other meaning. I'll change it a little bit to prevent the letters from accidentally forming a simple number. It would be terrible. If the letters are made into 2-3 consecutive digits, that should be enough."

Zhixing wrote furiously under the gaze of the Maori family, and before midnight, he finally wrote down his encryption method and some information related to the magic circle.

Then he put the two pieces of paper together, held them up with both hands, looked at Conan on the side and said:

"I'll entrust this information to you for safekeeping. If anything happens to me, please pass it on to me if you can see me again."

"Of course, if what you see is my body, then this paper looks quite easy to light. Just burn it for me."

"By the way, if what they saw was really my corpse, then it's best not to let anyone get within a hundred meters of me. Wait a day or two. You can make a paper airplane with this and tie a string to it to test it."

Conan couldn't see clearly from the side, but at this moment he felt Zhixing's intention and put away his disguise. He took the will seriously and nodded to Zhixing.

"I can judge the situation well."

Zhixing turned around after hearing this, and the first thing he saw was the adult Maori Kogoro. He then ignored him and turned to the somewhat nervous Xiaolan. He wanted to tell her something, but had to turn back and asked Kogoro:

"what time is it now?"

"It's already 23:56."

Kogoro Mouri took a few steps back, looked at the alarm clock on his desk and responded.

"Alas, there is no time."

Zhi Xing looked at Xiao Lan and sighed, then interrupted Xiao Lan who was about to say something and said in a deep voice:

"I'm sorry, it took me so long to prepare that I didn't explain it to you clearly."

"Xiaolan, all you need to do next is lend me your hand. I will hold your hand and spend the day with you until midnight."

"If nothing happens, let's try again tomorrow night. If it still doesn't work tomorrow, then my guess might be wrong, and then everything will be fine."

"But if my guess is correct, then remember what I said before, don't resist."

Zhixing looked at Xiaolan, then held Xiaolan's hands under Conan's gaze, closed his eyes and waited quietly.

"5...4...3...2..."

As midnight approached, Conan took the initiative to look at his watch. While counting down, he stared at Zhixing and Xiaolan's clasped hands, wondering what he was thinking.

"1...0!"

As Conan counted down to 0, Zhixing felt that darkness was pouring out from somewhere all around him, blocking out the light that came through the wide glass windows of the Maori Detective Agency.

In this regard, all Zhixing can do is to keep himself from moving.

But as Zhixing came to this dark space, he could clearly feel that his sense of touch, hearing, and smell seemed to have failed. He could not tell at all whether Xiaolan, who was just by his side, was brought here by Zhixing.

Yes, Zhixing’s plan is very simple. Since this is the final boss, then as one of the protagonists, Mao Lilan should be able to enter this space with a high probability. Maybe she can defeat the opponent directly with karate.

"Ah, it really doesn't work. Also, if Xiaolan really shows up, wouldn't that mean I'll be absent from school for who knows how many days? This can be considered a change of fate, right? Even if I have to fight this boss in the future, I might be able to eliminate him in other ways."

"After all, investigators have always relied on stopping cultists to prevent the advent of evil."

After trying several times and failing to see whether Xiaolan was there, Zhixing gave up his plan A and started to implement his plan B.

Zhixing casually turned his view, and soon, he saw the white figure from a long distance away.

That familiar impulse once again emerged from Zhixing's heart.

(I can go back now)

Chapter 161 is back

In the darkness, Zhi Xing stared at the white thing that looked like a dumpling in the distance, feeling as if he had appeared out of nowhere.

(I can go back now)

"Do I really need to go back?"

Zhixing really wanted to close his eyes, take a deep breath, and think calmly.

But even though I had this thought, my body didn't respond at all.

Zhixing could feel it, let alone closing his eyes. Staring at the white shadow in the distance, Zhixing couldn't even feel the frequency of blinking.

"Although plans have changed, let's give it a try."

Zhixing looked at the white shadow over there. If he hadn't been closer the previous two times, Zhixing wouldn't have been able to tell that the other person was actually a human.

But at this time, the white shadow had no human limbs at all, and curled up into an irregular dot, making it difficult for Zhi Xing to tell whether he was really moving forward.

"He was so close to me last time. I thought that even though I didn't see him before, he was still rushing towards me, so he was so close last time."

"I thought I couldn't go back this time no matter what. I needed to distance myself from here so that I could be safe the next time I go back."

"But now he's so far away from me. Could it be that if I randomly appear next to Conan, the positions of myself and Shiro will also change?"

Zhi Xing tried to rotate his perspective, making the white dot move continuously in his field of vision, thus peeking at the boundaries of his vision.

"Good, I am indeed on the move."