Watching the anime from Madoka Magica and writing the rules

After observing the surrounding situation again, Zhixing returned to the teddy bear helplessly and tried to push it.

But whether it was by touch or by sight, Zhi Xing could observe that he exerted force without any hindrance, and did not push the defenseless teddy bear even a centimeter.

"Alas, my strength is too weak. I can't replicate the actions of Conan and that obviously strong police officer."

After several attempts, the paper bank came to another conclusion.

In this witch's barrier, I can only stay on the top floor of this doll tower and drink soup on the platform leading to the witch's room.

"It seems that I have to go back first, even if there is a possibility of unconsciousness."

"Then return to Madoka Magica's world and clean up the current witches. Otherwise, even if I can travel to other places, I will face the risk of the witches taking me into the barrier at any time."

"Let's not even consider whether I can rely on translation to gain the other party's approval time and time again. Even if I do, they will still keep me like a pet."

"To escape this situation, there are only two ways: to clear the witch's magic power, or to escape from the barrier."

Thinking of this, Zhixing suddenly felt a little regretful.

"It seems that my vision is too narrow. I only know how to follow Conan's main storyline."

"If I had chosen to go to the police station and interact with that swordsman more, I might have found a way to escape from here."

Zhihang recalled the situation at that time.

Because the incident happened suddenly, Zhixing did not notice whether the other party entered the barrier on the same platform.

But considering the opponent's strength of being able to chop even the ceiling, I'm afraid he can also roll from this platform to relieve the force and jump down from here.

“Have I made a decision again?”

"Now I can't even get the financial benefits I originally thought I would."

"Whether it was because the deceased appeared and caused the witch barrier to appear, or the witch barrier appeared on its own during the process, or because it was a murder scene, it attracted everyone's attention."

"You're still not vigilant enough about the Witch's Kiss. ​​You should have gone back the moment you discovered it. But just because you found out you could talk to the Witch of Repair, you forgot what happened with the Witch of Shadow. You're still not careful enough."

During this boring free time, Zhixing began to reflect on himself three times a day.

"We can't delay this time. We have to return to the Demon Circle no matter what. Even if we haven't gained anything yet, we can at least give Homura a glimmer of hope for a breakthrough. After that... we'll see what happens next."

Zhixing sat on the ground, thinking about his thoughts in a daze.

It was obvious that he knew that he could not play any role in the magic circle, so he did not try to go back immediately. Instead, he spent time in the real world where the flow of time was terrifying to find out whether his family was the descendant of some hidden powerful person, and even tried to experiment with other worlds.

But in the end, he was forced by the Witch's Kiss and returned with nothing to cause trouble for Homura.

"What can I do? I can't go to another world that can influence souls and solve the witch problem while gaining power, right?"

"Someone like me, who completely ignores the consequences and relies solely on improvisation, is simply unable to cope with dangers equal to my strength."

"After all, I keep improvising to negate the ideas that came from my previous improvisations, so I feel like I'm just a wise man after the event."

"How can I have the confidence to believe that my judgment will not be wrong? I can only use a more conservative method to plan and avoid danger."

Although the paper bank was chosen very carefully, Conan's journey to the island would not have been so full of twists and turns.

But what makes Zhixing even more frustrated is that after going through so many twists and turns, he has not gained anything from it.

"I really don't have the destiny to be a protagonist. There shouldn't be any protagonist who is so destitute that he can't do anything."

"If we rule out the possibility that I might be from another world, we should be even more cautious, because that means there's no one, two, three, four, or five-dimensional power behind me that can guarantee me the ultimate outcome."

Thinking of this, another experiment came to Zhixing's mind.

"Hmm? If I write about my situation, can you come to my world?"

"But that has to happen in reality, right? Then I'll write it first and then upload it with one click."

"No, no, no, it turns out that I still need to be well-known. Sigh, I almost got carried away by my own thoughts again. I can't waste my real time on things like this."

"Well, I have to plan how to use my time in reality so that when I return..."

Before Zhixing could finish his words, he felt the scenery around him gradually getting brighter.

The witch's room, which originally only allowed people to see the surroundings and colors, suddenly lit up with white light.

The defenseless Zhi Xing was stimulated to the point of tears.

Along with the white light, there is also the noise and hum of the city.

“Waaaaaah, you…who are you!!”

Zhixing put down his hand and felt his eyes begin to adjust to the surrounding light before he slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view was a child's room, and the owner of this room was lying on the bed covering himself with a quilt, looking at him with only curious eyes.

"I...just came out?"

Zhixing still didn't understand the situation, but his body involuntarily looked towards the window.

The familiar city scene appeared before Zhixing's eyes.

Apart from not knowing where this place was, Zhixing also knew clearly that he had indeed left the witch's barrier.

This uncle looks so strange, is he a thief?

Zhixing turned around and looked at the child.

Apart from the initial shouting when he discovered there was an extra person in the room, Zhixing did not make any other noise from the time he stood up from the ground to the time he went to the window to look.

"Your name is?"

When Zhixing saw that the other person was a child, his first reaction was that he was from the Junior Detective League, so he looked at the other person.

Not tall, not fat, a boy, not Conan, so... uh, what's his name?

Hearing Zhixing asking him questions, the child remained alert and did not speak, but he also did not ask for help from his family.

If you want to ask someone's name, you should say your own name first.

Zhixing raised his eyebrows and responded without thinking:

"You're right, my name is Kamijou Touma. I wonder if you can tell me your name now?"

The child's eyes widened, and then he looked at the paper in silence, his face full of anticipation.

Are you an alien? I'm Shota, a Kamen Rider fan!

"Shota?"

Zhixing was confused for a moment, feeling that the name was not easy to pronounce and had no impression of it at all.

It happened that the child jumped off the bed excitedly because he heard Zhixing calling his name, and Zhixing was able to see the other person's appearance clearly.

"No pimples?"

Realizing that the other party might not be a member of the Junior Detective League, Zhixing was a little disappointed, and the idea of ​​himself being the protagonist that had just arisen in his mind was once again put on hold.

"Hey, alien, can you take me to see Kamen Rider?"

The child came up to Zhixing excitedly and asked.

"I'm sorry, I'm just an ordinary person and can't take you to see the person you want to see."

Zhixing responded with a word and immediately walked towards the door.

But the next second, Zhixing paused and looked towards the door hesitantly.

"Well~ No, take me there~"

The child stood behind the paper line, acting coquettishly and unwillingly.

But the boy's coquettishness did not attract the attention of the paper industry.

"Shh~!"

Zhixing gestured to the child to keep quiet, then closed his eyes and looked at the door again.

In the darkness where Zhi Xing's eyelids were raised.

Two figures were squatting on either side of the door, as if waiting for the paper bank to come out.

How could I see something like this? And there were two figures, was I affected by that white shadow?

Before Zhihang could think about it, he saw one of the figures seemed to be unable to wait any longer. He stretched out his hand and carefully touched the handle.

"What are you doing, alien?"

Zhixing stretched out his hand to signal the other party not to speak, then opened one eye and looked at the door handle.

Just as Zhixing thought, as the figure's hand reached the handle, the handle immediately began to turn slowly and silently.

"Could you two please not come in yet?"

Zhixing looked at the closed eyes in the darkness, and the distinct movements of the limbs temporarily relieved the influence on Baiying. However, there was another possibility besides this, which made Zhixing unable to help but speak tentatively.

Sure enough, after hearing Zhixing's words, the people outside the door froze for a moment. At the same time, the portraits in Zhixing's eyes became clearer, and he could already see the outlines of the two people's facial features.

"You... who are you? Don't mess around. Murder is a serious crime!"

A person's forced warning tone was heard outside the room, which allowed Zhixing to further confirm the other party's identity.

So Zhixing kept one eye open and one eye closed and looked at the child, and found that he did not see the other person's figure appear in the closed darkness.

At the same time, he looked up, down, left, and right, but didn't see any other figures, so he squatted down, looked at the child in front of him and asked:

"Was it your father who just spoke?"

"No, it's my uncle. My father is still at work and won't be back until dinner." The child shook his head and said nonchalantly.

Zhihang nodded and said:

"Then go open the door. Your uncle seems to want to see you."

"Ah, looking for me? Did the alien uncle hear what my uncle said?"

Zhi Xing glanced at the figure on the other side of the wall, but didn't sense any other thoughts from it, so he could only urge:

"Okay, go quickly, your uncle is getting anxious."

"Ok!"

The child fearlessly turned his back to the paper and ran towards the door.

Zhi Xing didn't care about the other party's actions. After sending the child away, he looked at the faint reflections on the transparent glass of the window and whispered:

"Little Bear, are you there? Can you hear me?"

Zhixing didn't get a response, but he reached out to open the window, then blocked some of the sunlight with his hand, making the reflection at his neck more like a mirror.

Zhi Xing looked at himself in the mirror, the obvious witch's kiss flashing on his neck. He hesitated for less than a second before asking:

"Can you let me in?"

As he finished speaking, a pattern like a magic circle that only Zhixing could see appeared in front of Zhixing.

Zhixing was very familiar with this situation because it was the only time Zhixing could witness magic when he was patrolling with Mami.

Therefore, Zhixing walked forward without hesitation and disappeared from the room before the door behind him was opened by the child.

Chapter 166 I See Hope

"go back!"

Zhixing stood there and recited his last words at that time.

But after waiting quietly for a few seconds, Zhixing didn't notice any changes, so he turned around and looked at the place where he had just entered.

"It's a pretty solid wall, doesn't it? Does that mean you can't just exit the barrier by reaching the edge?"

Zhixing touched the wall and looked around with some disappointment.

After passing through the magic circle in the room that was still daytime, Zhixing thought he would come directly to the witch.

But what appeared in front of the paper shop was a room that looked like a production workshop.

Zhi Xing quickly realized that he was no longer in the witch's room, and he had no idea where he was.

The periphery of the witch's barrier is a maze filled with familiars.

"I think I should be able to get out. From the information, it seems that Homura has conducted experiments by holding the witch hostage."

Follow the wall you can touch.

The paper line chose one of the two directions, left or right, without any aim and moved forward slowly.

"That's strange. Judging from the current situation, I didn't come out of the barrier just because I said I was going back."