Watching the anime from Madoka Magica and writing the rules

Zhi Xing turned his head and spoke quietly to the gap in the wardrobe:

"I'm a player, I'm right next to you now~"

"Boom!"

The wardrobe door was slammed shut from the inside.

At the same time, a suppressed crying voice came out from the closet.

Zhixing looked at the wardrobe that separated the two of them and slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, a figure with his hands against the closet door and his feet kicking towards another closet door appeared in Zhihang's closed-eye perspective.

"Alas, I think I've crossed the line. I feel like I'm bullying the Tyrant Spirit. Sorry, Sakura Futaba. Can you still hear me?"

The figure in the closed-eye perspective stopped trembling slightly and raised his head, wanting to listen to the explanation outside.

"I'm sorry for using you as an experiment without informing you. I'm really sorry for scaring you by imitating the urban legend here about Mary's phone call."

Zhixing saw that the figure inside had retracted his feet that were against the closet door, and freed his hands to wipe his eyes. At the same time, he also saw that the image of the figure was fading.

So he deliberately delayed time and said:

"As a hacker who stays at home all the time, I don't need to explain what the word 'gamer' means."

"What...what do you mean? Player."

"Oh, you're already replying before I even call you Ali that. That's good. It seems you don't mind communicating with outsiders."

"Why do you know so much? Who are you?"

"Me? I'm actually a psychiatrist. I'm here to look for the widows of the two people who were persecuted and studied cognitive science. You, Sakura Futaba, also have a genius mind."

"An acquaintance of my parents?"

Zhixing looked at Futaba inside, who was no longer holding the door, but was sitting inside thinking with a blurry figure with some confusion.

He turned up the volume on his other phone which had an alarm set.

Then I listened to the phone call outside the door which had been hung up long ago because there was no message.

He looked at the number 2 phone, which could still connect to the world's signal after inserting the second SIM card. He looked at the countdown and pressed the number while saying:

"Don't sit sideways like that when you're thinking. Wouldn't it be better to sit up straight?"

"Well, the clothes are pressing against it, there's no space... Hey, how do you know I'm lying on my side now?"

""

"Hello? Player?"

"Woo~~Woo~~"

The sound of a cell phone alarm vibrating came from outside the closet, and then the phone downstairs rang again.

"Dingling bell~Dingling bell~"

Zhixing watched as the figure in the closet changed from blurry to clear outline, even with some three-dimensionality, and nodded in satisfaction. Just as he was about to end this final test, he heard a click from his cell phone.

An old man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hello, this is Sakura's house, what's going on?"

Zhixing looked at the connected phone, then glanced at Futaba, who had shrunk into the closet and was now lying on the closet door listening to the sounds outside, and said to the other end of the phone:

"If Futaba Sakura were in trouble that could decide someone's life or death, would you choose to take her place?"

Chapter 213 If It's Just a Memory

"What's wrong, Futaba? Where did you get that name?"

"When that little girl decides to end her own life, will you watch helplessly, or will you personally stop Futaba's actions?"

"No matter who you are, we don't welcome people like you to visit our house. I'm hanging up."

"du~du~du~"

Zhixing put down the phone and looked at Sakura Futaba, who was listening but didn't say anything, and could only declare that his plan had completely failed.

"Yeah, I know."

He lifted the suitcase and put the phone back in his pocket, then walked to the door, opened it, and picked up the phone that was left in the corridor.

He turned around and closed his eyes to glance at Futaba who was listening to the noise outside the closet, and then looked at the boss who was not visible below.

He could only leave the door ajar as proof that he had been there, and then spoke from the second floor:

"Tomorrow at noon, there will be an accident on a train affecting 80 people. It's up to you what you do with it."

After saying that, Zhixing began to silently recite Xiaoxiong's name in his heart, and before the coffee shop owner downstairs heard the sound and rushed up from downstairs, he entered the witch's barrier from Sakura's house.

Stepping onto the floor of the witch's barrier, he looked back at the wall behind him which showed nothing, put down the suitcase with some distress, and reflected on his plan.

"Can't you see Futaba's palace? I thought I could see it through the barrier if I got closer."

"I really am being too hasty. Sigh, as the two characters in this world most likely to be affected by the Witch's Kiss, I wanted to catch them off guard while they were still unaware of the Phantom Thief's identity."

"If I want them to change their minds towards me or Kuma, I have to confirm this. I don't have that much time to wait until the Phantom Thieves have developed enough to defeat Futaba Palace before I take action."

"But in the current situation, we can't meet her face to face, and we don't know if she's been affected by the Witch's Kiss. ​​She's one of the only two characters who would want to self-destruct, and judging by her actions, she doesn't seem to be under control. At least she's safe tonight. I've already told the boss to take action, and since she's one of the main characters, it shouldn't be a big problem."

"I'll come over and take a look the next day when the boss sends the protagonist to school to report."

"As for now"

Zhixing took out some bread from his backpack and started to eat dinner with water. Then he looked around and saw that there didn't seem to be any familiars passing by, so he just lay down on the dust-free floor and spent the first day here.

"Ha~"

The paper company woke up from the sterile, non-stuffy, ventilated, and non-humid floor at the vibration of the alarm on its mobile phone.

This was not the first time that Zhixing had slept in this enchanted hotel.

Except for the lack of toilets, these are all good places to rest peacefully.

Thinking of this, Zhixing felt a sense of enlightenment in his dantian, and quickly packed his luggage and returned from the barrier.

Patterned streets, patterned areas, and the disappeared Sakura family.

Zhi Xing was stunned for two seconds before realizing the situation. It might be that the witch's barrier moved on its own.

So Zhihang took out mobile phone No. 3, connected to the Internet and started looking for his current location.

After watching for a while, Zhixing found that the distance he had been led astray by the witch was not too far, so he decided to walk over.

But then, as if it had just received a signal, phone No. 3 vibrated and popped up windows several times in succession, which made Zhihang notice the abnormality of the phone.

"How could this be? I'm still some distance away from the protagonist. Could it be that I've been infected by the app?"

Zhixing opened his phone and flipped through it several times, but still didn't see it. Then he confirmed that he had only received a few text messages.

I clicked on it and checked, and found that these text messages were all sent from the same number??? This time I realized that I was not being sold, but that Futaba seemed to have found some evidence.

Zhihang glanced at the content of the text message, then reluctantly took out mobile phone number 1 and began to translate:

"I was actually tricked by you. You clearly just bought this phone!!!"

Also attached below is the surveillance footage of the paper line taking the phone.

"You haven't told anyone about my identity, right? Who did you find out from?"

"Wow, there are so many trams underground, who knows which one you're talking about!!!"

"Is the way you vanished a product of cognitive science? Is there something you're specifically looking for me about?"

After looking at the text messages that came out via voice, and then looking at the text messages that had not been translated, Zhixing turned off his phone and headed towards Sakura's house again.

Time slowly passed, and Zhixing once again stood in the alley of Sakura's house.

Closing his eyes and feeling the darkness, Zhixing nodded with certainty, knowing that the other party had not been infected with the Witch's Kiss.

Then he walked to the front door and was about to ring the doorbell when he heard phone number 3 start to vibrate continuously.

After looking at the text message, Zhi Xing couldn't help but shout into the room:

"I can't read the text here. Is there any way to communicate by voice?"

Suddenly, the text messages on Zhixing's phone popped up faster, but this speed was of no help to Zhixing.

"Alas, she hasn't made friends with the protagonist yet. She's probably in the same situation as me at the beginning, wanting to communicate only through text, but I don't have the ability to translate text. As expected, I still need to solve the communication problem first, otherwise I won't even be able to read the preview letter of the heart-stealing letter."

Thinking of this, Zhixing pressed the doorbell.

It was just a formality, but the paper shop never expected that the door would actually open.

Coming towards us were several police officers in uniform.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?!"

As soon as the police officer opened the door, he shouted orders to the paper shop.

Looking at the police officer walking out of the room, Zhixing looked at the house number again uncertainly, then glanced at the surrounding buildings. The feeling was the same as before, so he did not walk away, but looked at the police officer in front of him.

Why are there police officers in the house? Could it be that the people from the research institute that caused Futaba's autism have come again?

No, ever since the funeral of Futaba's mother, they did some pua and put the responsibility of her mother's death on Futaba who was completely unaware of it, causing Futaba to suffer from autism. Since then, they haven't come to visit her since then.

Zhihang looked at the fully equipped police officer and asked:

"I'm Miss Sakura's online friend. I came here to see her. Did something happen here?"

"Netizen? You're carrying so many bags, are you here to meet your online friend?"

The officer didn't believe it at all and came closer with his left hand already gripping the rubber baton.

Seeing that the other party wanted to use weapons, Zhixing did not panic, but frowned and asked:

"Are you really a police officer? Tell me your work number, or I'll call the police."

As he spoke, he looked past the police officer in front of him and into the house with the open door.

Seeing this scene, the police officer became a little hesitant. After all, it was the adoptive father of the family who called the police. Although he said that no one would come, the other party was now the girl's friend.

The police also wanted to know some information about the adopted daughter, but the adopted daughter hiding in the room did not say anything except making some noise to prove that she was not locked up by her adoptive father.

So the police officer came to the door and looked around outside. After finding that there was indeed only one person in Zhihang, he took out his police officer ID and asked to search his luggage.

The paper company thought about it, raised an objection, and asked the other party to question the family.

The police were reluctant to let the paper company out of their sight, but also reluctant to let it in.

For a moment, they were stuck in a stalemate.

Seeing this, Zhihang checked the time and found that it was still a long time before noon. After a while, he shouted in the direction of the house:

"Since it's not convenient now, let's change it to the afternoon. Don't send messages anymore. Just talk or call directly."

As he spoke, Zhixing looked at his phone, whose text messages had been automatically deleted, and left with an indifferent look on his face.

The police officer hesitated for a while, but did not leave the house. Instead, he reported his work situation into the walkie-talkie.

At this time, Zhixing did not leave too far, but began to look for a hotel nearby. Then he lay on the bed, thinking about the things that did not go well in his plans, and suddenly he began to waver in his plan to come to this world.

"Fear isn't enough to make someone leave their comfort zone. Does that mean they have to change their mind? Or do I need to confirm that I have this ability before I can get them out of it?"

"There are police guarding Sakura's house right now, but since the other party can hear my voice, he's probably still at home and can't leave. So we just need to wait for the incident at noon, and then there will probably be a turnaround."

After confirming the possible solutions to the troubles he encountered today, Zhixing shifted his thoughts away from Futaba Sakura and thought about coming to this world.

"It can fake death, change one's mind, and eliminate emotions. As long as the situation is right, it can definitely be obtained. It can enhance one's physical abilities in the form of a phantom thief, and it can also be used to fight."

"That way, the toy gun I used when the other detectives pretended to fight at the Golden Annex can actually create the illusion of Shadow's death."

"Although I deceived Conan to avoid the Steins;Gate situation, why would I do such a thing?"

"Or is that really who you were before you entered Madoka Magica?"

Mentioning the Magic Circle, Zhi Xing couldn't help but frown, thinking of another reason why he chose this place.

"Whether it's the game, the manga, or even the TV series, this Persona 5, also called P5, all start with a prison cell for the sake of narrative trickery."

"Whether it's Conan or Kenichi, I always start from the beginning of the story. Even if there are plots that are earlier than the beginning, it does not change my initial position."

"Things never happen more than three times. After these two cases, I finally settled on this narrative structure. I wanted to go straight to the end, when the Phantom Thieves have assembled, rather than waiting for the main characters to develop like in the beginning."

"But the current situation seems to be the same as Madoka Magica's?"

"It's just like in Madoka Magica, even though it was already confirmed at the TV ending that the past cannot be changed, I still came to the witch's era and saw Madoka."