Watching the anime from Madoka Magica and writing the rules

"Of course, it's also a good thing to gain knowledge from you, although I don't know how much relevant memory you have retained."

"After all, outsiders only need to know whether you can do it, but they can't understand why you did it."

"So the more incomplete and flawed your knowledge is, the more it demonstrates the limitations of your memory."

Although Zhihang said this, he did not really want to learn computer technology for the future.

After all, the stronger the world's superpowers, the less dependent on computers, and they will not play much of a role at all.

What's more, there are top computer experts from various worlds. How could the paper industry possibly learn to the point of confronting them head-on?

Zhixing only intended to use this request to make Futaba agree to teach and leave the room.

Of course, it would be even better if you could use this relationship to ask about cognitive science.

Just as Zhixing was thinking this, Futaba's doubts were heard again in the room:

"Your superpower? Is it different from your other powers?"

"Yes, for example, when I communicate with you now, I am actually using my super powers. Otherwise, I can't even understand what you mean, and you can't understand what I am saying."

"After all, I can only translate and communicate to the best of my ability."

There is nothing to hide about this. After all, for Futaba, a socially anxious person who only wants to type, if she doesn't explain it clearly, the other party may not speak to her again.

Zhixing opened the player and looked at the Java videos that had been accumulated in the playlist for many years. He raised his head and looked towards the room, waiting for the other party's consent.

"It seems like you've thought it through very carefully."

"Well, the only thing I can rely on now is my often fallible mind, so it makes sense to be more prepared."

"You're trying to prove to me that this world is someone's memory by using the inconsistency between what I said and what was said in the video, right?"

"Well, you seem to be very quick to understand and accept things. So, do you want to give it a try?"

"Humph, this is your purpose, right? You want to trick me into teaching you some skills? I won't fall for your trick."

"It seems that the evidence is still not enough, it seems..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a voice from the room saying:

"...Besides, what if this memory is your memory? Then what's the use of this video? You didn't watch it anyway. If it were you..."

Zhi Xing paused, his thoughts immediately turning to a possibility.

"My...memories? Lucid dreams??"

Chapter 215: Things Going the Other Way Is the Normal State

"That's impossible. Even if I don't remember anything before entering the dream, it absolutely cannot be my own memories."

"Then produce evidence to prove that you are not living in your own memories."

"Well...how should I put this?"

Zhixing turned his eyes away from the computer and began to think with some difficulty.

If I think based on my recollection, this is indeed possible.

None of the facial features match my impression of the show, and there are even things that don't appear in the plot at all, like Conan's white shadow, and... uh... the little bear? And... well, not that many, but none of the main characters have the same distinctive hair colors and accessories as in the anime, which is really unrealistic... uh, that's just a special processing to avoid copyright conflicts, so the hair color changes and so on.

Well, it seems that the only thing that can support this point of view is the case where the causality is 0.

Only this fixed trajectory of fate would make me misjudge that what the other party said might be true.

After all, you can arbitrarily delay the time to conquer the Palace in the game. As long as it is before the deadline, it will be in line with the fate in your memories.

As long as this isn't a parallel world destined for a tragic and bad ending like in Steins;Gate.

Thinking of this, Zhixing was about to say something, but what caught his eye was a computer desktop with several pop-up windows.

"Wait, are you going to hack into my computer?"

Zhixing instinctively moved the mouse, trying to turn off the wifi that was turned on by default.

But even though I plugged in my external mouse, it didn't move the icon at all.

"I know you don't trust me yet, but don't be so anxious. Not everything here is suitable for you!!!"

Zhixing shouted as he placed his hand on the power button, ready to force a restart.

But it was like... no, it was Futaba who had already controlled the camera to see Paper Line's behavior. She immediately ran to the door and pushed it open.

The sudden appearance of the light in the room and the girl opening the door made Zhixing stunned for a moment, and he couldn't help but look in the direction of Futaba.

"boom!"

The door that had just been opened was closed again by Futaba, isolating the space between the two people again.

"Eh? What the hell...ah, computer!"

Zhixing, whose thoughts were briefly interrupted, recalled what he was about to do and quickly forced the computer to restart. Then he stood up and walked towards Futaba's door.

Grasping the handle and twisting it gently, the door that had just been opened and not locked was suddenly opened.

What appeared before Zhixing was Futaba, who was wearing noise-canceling headphones, glasses, and home clothes in long-sleeved shorts.

Futaba, who was typing on the keyboard and checking three or four screens, clearly heard the noise at the door, but did not turn around and was still busy with his own things.

"Are you looking for something?"

Zhixing stood behind the other person and could see that he trembled obviously, but still did not stop his actions. He couldn't help but frown and asked.

"Well, I'm looking for the evidence you mentioned."

"Proof that this is just a memory? How can this be found on my computer?"

As Zhixing was speaking, he saw a screenshot pop up on the display screen next to him.

That was... the video page that I searched for after returning from the Conan movie to confirm the information.

"You probably haven't considered that someone could hack into your computer. Wherever you go, there's a trace left. Even if I can't see the corresponding webpage content here, with this previous data, I can still..."

Futaba was explaining while typing on the keyboard, but Zhixing interrupted her and asked:

"Have you... discovered anything yet? Are you okay?"

Futaba looked at the scattered information collected on the computer, tapped the keyboard angrily and said:

"Thanks to you, I didn't sleep the entire night before! And even now, that guy keeps nagging in my ear and can't stop!!"

"That guy?"

Zhixing turned his head to look at the other side of Futaba's neck, but did not find the mark of the Witch's Kiss on either side, and was a little puzzled.

Futaba stopped typing on the keyboard and turned to look at the paper.

Zhixing then noticed that under Futaba's glasses, her eyes had already appeared red due to the swelling of bloodshot veins, and there seemed to be dark circles under her eyelids.

"After you disappeared yesterday, I thought you were just an ordinary researcher, someone my mother knew, and someone who had already made some applications in the cognitive world."

"But after you left, that voice appeared! It was different from the previous words. That voice was her!!!"

Zhixing reached out and grabbed Futaba's shoulders, then said:

"Little Bear, open the door, I need your help."

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding scene suddenly began to distort, and as the chair Futaba was sitting on disappeared, the picture gradually stabilized in the dimly lit assembly line factory.

"...What is this? There is...a sound...I can't hear it anymore!"

He sat on the ground with his eyes, confused about the situation around him, and tears came to his eyes because he could not hear that voice.

Zhi Xing didn't look at Futaba, but looked at the wall that had not revealed the picture, and said with some self-blame:

"As expected, it's easy to miss things when gathering intelligence at short notice. Futaba could actually hear herself talking in the hall. If we compare that hall to an independent space, then Futaba at that time was a channel connecting cognition and reality."

"No wonder he didn't get the Witch's Kiss even though a figure could appear in front of him. I thought it was a resistance shared by the protagonists."

Zhixing looked at the wall through which he came in.

A vast desert was projected on the wall, and in the center of the desert stood a huge pyramid.

"I didn't expect that the Witch's Kiss could be transmitted to the palace?"

Zhi Xing looked at the pyramid and the ruined town far away from it, and did not choose to move forward. Instead, he looked back at the sitting girl and apologized:

"I'm sorry, I saw you moving freely and thought you weren't affected. I'm sorry I didn't notice this. Are you tired? Take a rest here first."

As if making a final confirmation, Futaba glanced at the paper with her red eyes, then fell to the ground with her eyes rolled over without saying anything.

"Alas, I was so focused on thinking he was a hacker that I forgot his situation was special."

Looking at Futaba lying on the ground, Zhixing didn't dare to move away from her. He could only sit aside and reflect on his mistakes.

"The power of this world is realized by the shadow of the individual, and the shadow is the cognition of oneself in the cognitive world."

"And Sakura Futaba, as the only exception who can enter her own temple, the only exception whose desire to commit suicide can reach the point of forming a temple and still survive, is also the only person who can often hear her own shadow speak in the real world."

"Perhaps He Xue's mother performed some kind of experiment on Futaba."

"Alas, if I had thought of it earlier, I wouldn't have chosen to contact Futaba."

"She's already constantly being urged to commit suicide by her own shadow. If she were to use the Witch's Kiss to do the same thing, it would probably create a 1+12 effect, driving Futaba insane."

"Even if Destiny doesn't die, this state will prevent Futaba from resolving the hacker crisis, which should have been resolved by her, and lead to a failed outcome."

Looking at the defenseless sleeping Futaba, Zhixing looked at the screen projected on the wall again, helped Futaba adjust her sleeping position, and said thankfully:

"Is this a blessing in disguise? The witch's barrier can actually separate the communication between the other party and the cognitive shadow."

"This should be a bad thing for me. After all, if the witch's barrier can isolate the influence, the Phantom Thieves over there will not be able to change their hearts against the witch."

"That's a really good thing."

Zhi Xing also lay on the floor, feeling relieved that he could give up his plan against the witch.

"Well, let her sleep here for a while, and then try to go out and see her reaction."

"du~du~"

Car horns honked from the street.

With his unconscious sister lying on his back, Zhixing asked passers-by about the location of Shigenjaya. After confirming that it was already night, he silently walked towards Sakura's house.

Because the incident happened suddenly, and Zhixing had already unloaded his load in front of Futaba's door, Zhixing had no other burdens with him and only needed to carry Futaba on his back.

So Paper Company quickly found Sakura's house again and saw an uncle standing at the door.

As the paper shop approached, the uncle noticed the footsteps, adjusted his hat and looked towards the paper shop.

"Futaba! Are you okay? What did you do to Futaba? Hey!"

Zhi Xing looked at Futaba who was still unconscious, and looked at the Sakura family residence where no other movement was heard. He was a little confused but still spoke:

"It's okay. I just didn't get enough sleep because I was scared. Now that I've just fallen asleep, I guess it triggered it along with my old problem."

"You kid, you won't do that to Futaba..."

"Don't worry, Futaba, it's okay. I don't have any thoughts about minors. Come in, I have something to ask you."

Zhixing carried Futaba on his back and treated Sakura's house as his own home without any hesitation. He dodged the uncle's hand that wanted to stop him, squeezed into the house, then carried her up to the second floor. He looked at the empty corridor and put Futaba back on the bed in Futaba's room.

The uncle followed behind Zhixing all the way until he saw that Futaba was indeed placed on the bed intact, then he asked:

"Those calls yesterday were all from you, right? The police officer said he stopped someone today, that was you, right?"

Seeing the question asked in a positive tone, Zhi Xing nodded without hiding anything and asked back:

"So, if you clearly entrusted the police with protection in the morning, why didn't you contact the police again when the person disappeared in the afternoon?"

He turned his gaze away from the fully clothed girl and looked at the older man and asked:

"Did Futaba tell you something? Sakura... uh, the coffee shop owner."

"Sojiro, my name is Sakura Sojiro."

The uncle corrected the name of the paper shop and then said:

"Indeed, the reason I didn't call the police again was because Futaba asked me to. After all, you didn't seem scared when the police were around. If you did, it might have done more harm than good."

Zhi Xing chuckled and said:

"Too much trouble? It's certainly possible. Wasn't that the boy who's currently staying on the second floor of your shop sentenced in the same way?"

"You know quite a lot, don't you? Well, if Futaba's okay, then we're all fine together. Want a drink?"

"No, I don't drink."