Watching the anime from Madoka Magica and writing the rules

"Now that you know today's future, what will you do, righteous detective?"

"Are you referring to the fact that someone will die today?"

Conan heard Zhi Xing emphasize the detective and quickly reacted. Just as he was about to express his indifferent thoughts, he was interrupted by Zhi Xing:

"Not exactly. I meant the prophecy."

"What do you mean?"

Seeing that Conan didn't quite understand, Zhi Xing realized that his thoughts had abandoned logic and jumped to other places, so he immediately stretched out his hand to explain:

"You heard that someone would die today. Where did this news come from?"

Zhixing stretched out his right hand and said:

"Is this the conclusion drawn from the divination that Xiaolan taught herself?"

He stretched out his left hand and gestured, saying:

"Or does my arrival confirm the conclusion that someone will die today?"

Zhi Xing's eyes darkened as he stared at Conan and asked:

"In your opinion, which prophecy will backfire?"

Upon hearing this, Conan looked up at Zhixing's eyes in disbelief, and the sleepiness that had just accumulated was instantly cleared away.

"Are you saying that Lan's prediction is dangerous? How is that possible? Aren't tarot cards just toys that everyone can play with? Didn't Lan get it right the first few times? And today, rather than being right, it's more like she was lucky to have run into you. After all, Lan entered the divination world to find you."

Zhi Xing looked at Conan anxiously defending Xiaolan, and in front of Conan, he rolled his eyes and said with a smile:

"Luck is part of magic. You don't think that the results obtained by luck are not in line with magic, do you?"

The paper withdrew its left hand, which represented itself, and opened its right hand to explain:

"In my hometown, although feng shui and fortune-telling are also superstitious things, they are not accepted by the public."

"But Feng Shui has its foundation in geography, and the calculations used in fortune-telling based on birth dates and eight characters are a collection of rules accumulated over thousands of years of experience, and they haven't been eliminated."

"This kind of thing is also an acquired method that can be learned by others."

"But the other kind of thing is the innate Taoism that only those with natural talent can master."

"For example, divination by burning tortoise shells, divination by throwing coins, divination by dreams, etc."

"Although there are similar summaries of experience, they are ultimately based on the word luck and developed on top of it."

Zhi Xing blatantly opened his mouth in front of Conan, laughing and saying:

"When the analysis method is fixed and the desired result is also fixed, using luck as fuel, whether it's a tortoise shell, a coin tattoo, or even a dream that's difficult to control, it can all manifest the corresponding state you want to know."

"This is the situation Xiaolan is facing now."

"The method of interpreting tarot cards is fixed, and the result of my appearance is also fixed."

"So, how was it possible for Xiaolan to successfully create a combination that matched the interpretation method this time, despite failing the previous times?"

Seeing Conan's expression become serious, as if he was thinking about Xiaolan's every move yesterday, Zhixing covered his mouth with his hands to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

No matter what, Zhixing has studied the setting of super high school level luck. Compared with Conan who has never thought about luck, Zhixing still has enough theoretical advantages.

"Alright, alright, don't think about it. I was just teasing you. It's just a prophecy. It doesn't have much value in itself."

"What's more, the accuracy of the prediction seems to be only 30%."

Zhixing grabbed Conan's head and rubbed it, interrupting Conan's thoughts.

Conan opened the paper's hand and said unhappily:

"Of course I can tell you're joking, but what you said does make some sense. I was wondering, if there really is magic in this world, then why haven't I encountered any real magic in so many cases?"

Zhi Xing thought of the witch Koizumi Hongzi, whom he knew in this world, and thought about her casual attempt to find out Kidd's fate, and said half-truthfully:

"Of course, when I say there's no price, the premise is that those who know the prophecy can't participate in it. This is the unspoken rule of the industry: fortune tellers can't tell fortunes for themselves, or avoid the fortunes of others predicted."

“What would happen if I participated?”

Conan asked, looking down in thought.

"It depends on the level of participation, right?"

Zhixing replied uncertainly:

"I know there's a witch in this era who foresaw someone's disappearance. To change the outcome, she broke the rules and intervened. As a result, she was knocked down and even controlled, causing harm to the person she wanted to save."

When Zhihang said this, he changed the subject and said:

"But compared to me, at least that witch succeeded. They both survived. And I... haven't succeeded once since I came here."

"Who is that witch?"

Upon hearing this, Conan rushed to Zhixing and asked directly.

Zhi Xing stretched out his hand and used a lot of force to push Conan away, then said with a righteous look:

"Without their permission, I will not reveal their real name. This is an unwritten rule in the wizarding world. Magical names are usually used to resolve conflicts, and normally we can only address each other by code names."

If you don't want to talk about it, then don't talk about it. You clearly said before that you didn't have much contact with magic, but now you even know the unwritten rules of the magic world?

Conan looked at the paper shop's behavior speechlessly. When he relaxed, the sleepiness that he had suppressed before came up again.

"Ha~ ah, really? Then forget it."

Conan turned around and wanted to leave, but he didn't expect that Zhixing hadn't finished talking yet, and he put his hand on Conan's shoulder.

Conan looked at the paper in confusion:

"Is there anything else you want to say? Do you want to reveal your motives?"

"No, I just thought of a possibility."

Zhi Xing closed his eyes, feeling the vague figure outside the room disappear in his perception, and then he spoke:

"Kudo Shinichi, I want to entrust you with a task."

Zhi Xing opened his eyes, looked at Conan who turned around and faced him, and said in a deep voice:

"I want you to stop a murder."

"I may not be able to change my fate due to some special reasons, but it should be possible for you."

"The prediction made by Xiaolan, and the possible location and method of the crime deduced by you."

"Plus, you're going to be participating in a festival tonight, which has a stable schedule."

Zhi Xing counted Conan's advantages on his fingers, but he could only count four. He couldn't find the conditions to extend his thumb, so he could only clench his fist and said:

"This time, let's not wait for a murder to happen before we start reasoning, okay?"

"This time, it's up to you to change your destiny!"

"Let me see, is it my destiny to appear on a day when someone dies, or can you change fate so that no murder will happen on that day, even if it's only until tomorrow."

"I've already made an appointment with Sonoko. The two of you will meet at this address at noon. This is the round-trip fare."

"Okay~~Have fun~~"

Zhixing greeted Xiaolan and Maori Kogoro with a tired look on his face, then looked at Conan who also looked tired.

"Don't touch my things! I'll check them when I get back. You can't hide it from Detective Maori, so don't even think about it!"

Kogoro Mori was very worried about an adult outsider staying in his house.

But for the sake of his daughter, he did not lose his temper and drive the paper shop away on the spot. He could only warn the paper shop, hoping that it would be effective.

"Yeah, if you're alright, I'll go back to sleep."

Zhixing responded with a yawn, then watched Xiaolan get into the car, watched Kogoro drive his rented car, and the family of three went to other places to participate in the festival activities.

"Oh, it's been too long since I went to school, or am I just getting old? I can't even stay up late."

Zhixing staggered up the stairs, put the note with the meeting address on the table, and then threw himself into the bed.

"I obviously don't eat breakfast. I even chatted with Conan for so long last night, and you actually pulled me up. You're really not an angel at all."

"It's okay. There's still time. I should be able to take another nap."

Zhixing mumbled to himself in a daze, feeling more sleepy than ever before. Normally, even if he lay in bed without looking at his phone, it would take him more than half an hour to fall asleep, but recently he could always fall asleep very quickly.

"Am I forcing myself to be alert too much? It feels like it's been a while since I've been able to enter the state of hindsight through all the random thoughts before going to bed."

"Hmm... Come to think of it... I seemed to have something on my mind yesterday... What was it... Yes..."

Zhi Xing fell into a deep sleep.

It took a long time before he was suddenly awakened by his nightmare and sat up in bed.

"Ha, ha, it was a dream. What time is it now?"

Zhixing subconsciously groped around the bed and found that there was no mobile phone. Then he realized that he was in Conan's world.

"What was that dream I just had? Tsk, it's so hard to have a lucid dream. I can't even record my dreams."

Zhixing got out of bed and quickly saw the note on the table, and suddenly remembered his current important matters.

"Oh no, what time is it now? Am I going to miss it again?"

The man took the note and hurried downstairs. When he passed by the office, he tried to turn the handle, but found that it would not turn at all. He could not see anything showing the time through the glass window, so he had to give up checking the time. Without knowing whether he was late or not, he started walking quickly along the route shown on the note.

As the paper line sped up, the fatigue from just waking up also dissipated, and finally arrived at the end of the paper.

The second floor of a two-story restaurant whose name I don't recognize.

"Huff, huff, huff, um, has the person in this box arrived?"

The waiter glanced at the box name on the note and said with a smile:

"Sir, the other party has been here for half an hour and probably can't wait any longer. Please follow me."

Following the waiter's guidance, Zhihang soon arrived at the door of a private room and stopped.

When he opened the door, Zhixing saw Yuanzi's pair of very angry eyes staring at him.

Finally I've waited for this stinky uncle, let me teach you a lesson!

Chapter 170 Formal Meeting with Sonoko

Standing at the door, Zhixing looked around and didn't see anyone or anything that would interrupt the meeting. He walked in with a puzzled look on his face, facing Yuanzi's gaze.

"Is anyone else coming?"

Zhixing glanced at Yuanzi's seat, and then he neither sat next to her nor sat opposite her. After hesitating for a while, he chose the seat closest to him.

"No, you're the only one here. Seriously, that Lan even said she couldn't come because she was attending a festival with her family, even though she was the one who introduced you here."

Yuanzi turned her head and complained specifically towards the direction where Zhixing was not.

"There's nothing I can do. Xiaolan's case involves human life after all. Who knows if I can still make it in time if I refuse."

Zhihang watched as the waiter led him in and then closed the door. It didn't look like anyone was waiting to order. He glanced at the woman next to him who was not in school uniform and whom he had only seen for less than an hour.

Apart from the fact that she was also wearing a headband, Zhixing was completely unable to confirm the other person's identity. However, the color of the headband was not the previous yellow, but the same purple as her clothes.

"So, you came to me, or Xiaolan asked you to come to me, is there something important you want to say?"

Yuanzi turned to look at Zhixing, not caring about Zhixing's question at all.

"What's with that attitude? Is that the attitude of someone who's half an hour late? I wasted a chance to have lunch with a handsome guy. I waited for you, and you can't even say a word of gratitude?"

"It's not always possible to find a handsome guy to date."

"Humph, all the handsome guys who want to pursue me are lining up to get this opportunity. If it weren't for Lan, I wouldn't meet an ugly uncle like you."

"Stop bragging. If you really managed to seduce that handsome guy, I'm afraid you wouldn't dare to be alone and would have to bring Xiaolan along as your wingman."

"Ha! I'm too scared to be alone with a handsome guy? Are you kidding me?"

Yuanzi slammed the table and shouted in the direction of the paper shop.

In response to Sonoko's yelling, Jixing simply confirmed in his mind that the other party was most likely a real person, not a stand-in or someone else, and then defended himself:

"Although you like handsome guys, you still have some brains. You know that if you are alone, you might be bullied with your self-control. That's why you brought Xiaolan, the karate champion, with you. This way, if you meet a scumbag who is just good-looking, you don't have to worry about regrets."

"What? How could I be such a utilitarian person? I already have this kind of self-control."

Yuanzi disagreed with Zhixing's words and quickly retorted:

"Besides, I'm Lan's good friend. I know very well that Lan has a boyfriend. How could I possibly take Lan to meet other handsome guys?"