Watching the anime from Madoka Magica and writing the rules

Although this is still pure speculation without any evidence, we can still follow this line of thought.

The body is full of filth, and the gem is the only channel for the filth to be discharged. In other words, the magical girl is not using magic power herself, but is releasing magic power by squeezing the filth from the body into the soul gem.

However, the magical girl herself cannot feel this subtle difference. She will only feel that as soon as she thinks about it, the magic power will surge out and move according to her will.

Just like a witch commanding her familiars!

Wait, stop, don’t think about it anymore. Although the magical girl turning into a witch is a relatively routine setting, after all, the dragon slayer eventually becomes a dragon.

But what if, from the beginning, there were no magical girls, but only girls who turned into witches but didn't know it?

Can a witch use the magic she used when she was a girl?

Yes! Even the imitation is very lifelike.

Is it possible for such a huge witch to be crammed into such a small body?

Yes! The Witch's Space can even create the size of a city using a single gem, and can also shrink a person to the same size.

Then, if the witch is in the body, will she be killed?

No! Even if her body is damaged, the witch is only made of magic power and has no physical weaknesses.

Therefore, even if the body becomes tattered, the magical girl can still control her body, and can only control her body.

So, when the Soul Stone is shattered, will the witch disappear?

Zhixing's mind flashed with the image of a ruthless man who dared to bite his own soul gem to pieces, and a suicide gunner who was not only not satisfied with the broken gem but also wanted to blow up everything around him.

Finally, the image in Zhixing's mind froze on the scene where Homura shot and shattered the Soul Gem in order to prevent Madoka from becoming a witch.

"So, you're still alive."

Homura looked at Zhi Xing, who had already entered the state, and squeezed the ring in her hand. She did not materialize the gem again, but instead instructed Zhi Xing:

"It's okay, it's just fake information, just to get you into the mood, that's all."

"As a magical girl, I can clearly sense my own physical condition. There aren't any familiars or anything like that moving around, so don't get lost in false speculation."

Homura looked at the paper and nodded with a grin, sighing:

"Shinichi is overthinking it. This misunderstanding comes from not understanding magical girls."

"If the so-called filth really exists within the body, then can the Soul Gem's magical power be created out of nothing? When purifying the gem, it is clearly not allowed to come into contact with the body."

"Realize the contradiction quickly and wake up."

Although Zhixing was no longer sensitive to the surrounding environment due to the influence of the Witch's Kiss, he could still hear Xiaoyan's whisper in the noisy subway, as if he was looking at the other person's lips and translating their lip language.

"Ah, there's also this point. Indeed, not only is the source of the magical girl's magic power unknown, but even the power that keeps the wish effective is also unknown."

"Making a wish should also be an equivalent exchange. It's just exchanging something you don't need for a large amount of energy at a lower level."

"This kind of exchange should be a one-time thing. It shouldn't be recycled endlessly. At least there should be a shelf life."

Zhi Xing frowned. Although he tried to think of something, the Witch's Kiss could not improve his IQ. At most, it could only dig up some neglected and forgotten past ideas.

Although he didn't come up with anything, time kept passing while he was thinking. Soon, Xiaoyan came up and pulled Zhixing off the tram.

"Uh, this way."

The interrupted Zhi Xing no longer thought about it, but instead played his only role and pointed out the location of the witch to Xiao Yan.

"Wait for me here."

Xiao Yan didn't say much. After confirming the location, he didn't let Zhi Xing follow him and left quickly.

Since people were either getting on or leaving the train, it was the first time for Zhixing to get a seat at this subway station.

Looking around calmly, Zhixing didn't find anything to pass the time. After looking around, he suddenly felt bored.

He took out his cell phone and looked at the two unread photos in the offline reader. He hesitated for a moment, then looked at the unread electronic version of the document next to it.

Even though he now had the Witch's Kiss, Zhi Xing still didn't dare to click it.

Or perhaps it was because Witch's Kiss was still there, and Zhixing was worried that if he started reading it, he would not be able to control himself and finish it.

Although there is no evidence, Zhixing always feels that he deliberately asked Xiaoyan to write a Chinese table of contents just to prevent himself from reading it all at once like a novel.

It stands to reason that everyone has different reasons for despair, but as long as they are desperate, the total amount of emotions should be the same, with no difference.

But Zhixing still didn't dare to stack his despair buff when he was in despair.

"Inhale~Exhale!"

Zhixing took a deep breath, moved the interface out of the player, and then looked at the list of anime stored in his phone.

I read through the films, both those I had seen and those I hadn't, and read through them several times, but I had no desire to open a single episode, as if my electronic stomach-nourishing drug had relapsed.

"Oh, it's so slow~"

Even though they had just been standing on the subway for half an hour and it didn't seem too long, Xiaoyan had only been gone for a few minutes and Zhixing was already starting to feel bored.

I exited the file and looked at the functions of my phone. I found that even when I was outside, this phone could not connect to the Internet, so naturally I had no other way to kill time.

After turning off the phone, Zhixing tried to return to his previous thoughts, but suddenly found that he had forgotten where he was thinking and what conclusion he had come to.

Zhixing felt that he was surrounded by boredom, as if he was affected by the witch's kiss. It seemed that apart from reading information, nothing else could attract him and he had no way to pass the time.

He took out his phone and clicked on the homepage again.

Looking at the reader above, Zhi Xing hesitated with his fingers hovering above it, reason and instinct engaged in a fierce struggle.

But perhaps because his original reason for despair had been interrupted by Xiaoyan, Zhixing still moved his fingers down, then put the phone against his forehead, closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

"Du~~~"

The sound from the cell phone woke Zhixing up, and then Zhixing realized that his finger had moved down and clicked on the call.

"Beep~~click, hello, this is the suicide prevention hotline, please hold on, we can help you."

Zhixing raised his eyebrows. He never expected that the phone that Xiaoyan prepared for him had this kind of phone number pre-stored.

"Hello."

With the mentality of killing time, the paper shop just took the job.

"Hello sir, if you have any grievances or conflicts, I am willing to listen to you."

"Is your hotline really useful? Why do I feel like no one calls it?"

"Sir, judging from your tone, you don't sound that unhappy. You're right. This isn't about preventing suicide, but rather preventing people with suicidal tendencies. Those who do this are often driven by repressed emotions. So, relieving your stress is part of our job."

"Relaxing? I thought the world would just watch those people die."

"You're worrying too much. We'll save him too. Are you at the tram station now? It's a bit noisy around here, and I can't hear you clearly. Would it be convenient for us to move to the restroom or upstairs where there are fewer people to talk?"

On the other end of the hotline, a staff member was talking while pressing buttons on the table to locate the call.

On the other side, where the paper company couldn't hear, a voice reached the staff, "The enemy is in the area north of Mitakihara. It seems they are trying to decrypt the lines near the city edge. Try to stabilize them."

The staff nodded, and then, without hearing the sound of wind moving the paper, continued:

"Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm not very experienced in this field yet. I'm customer service representative number 0430, Tanaka Pumpkin. You can just call me Pumpkin."

“Will there be pumpkins here too?”

"Many people say this, it's just my parents' expectations. I grew up in the countryside."

Zhixing listened silently to the other party's introduction and agreed with them casually, as if he was doing listening training.

If your translation skills are not really good and you can translate some localized words into words that the paper bank can understand, you may expose the fact that you are a foreigner.

While Zhixing was listening to Pumpkin's story, he held his phone and looked at his neck through the reflection from time to time.

Finally, after seeing the Witch's Kiss disappear, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hmm? Mr. Edogawa, what's wrong?"

Tanaka immediately noticed the change in Kazuyuki's tone and immediately interrupted the story that was about to reach the junior high school graduation stage.

"Nothing, it's just that the person I'm waiting for should be back soon."

"You mentioned earlier that you were waiting for someone on the train, but I didn't hear anyone greet you. How did Mr. Edogawa know that person was coming back?"

Tanaka looked at the program in front of him that had stopped because it couldn't connect to the phone, and was sure that Zhixing didn't receive a text message or chat software.

"Ah, that's because of magic, of course."

Without the restriction of the Witch's Kiss, Zhixing no longer deliberately suppressed his thoughts.

While listening to the other person talking just now, Zhixing was thinking about the role of this in preventing suicide.

Now that I have no worries, of course I can speak freely. After all, I am just an ordinary person using a pseudonym.

"Ahaha, you're such a joke. Mr. Edogawa, are you referring to a telepathic connection between the two of us?"

"Oh wow, I was wondering why this hotline still exists. So you actually understand it?"

"Of course, I've also been through training. Although I'm still a newcomer, I learned during training that people in despair can develop telepathic connections with those close to them. It's a fact you wouldn't know unless you've experienced it."

"I don't have any telepathic abilities. I was just planted with strawberries by another girl and just wiped them off."

"From your voice, I think you've entered society. Is the girl you're talking about your daughter or a relative?"

"She's one of those girls who, you know, only comes in a few million. I think there are not many people her age who are as special as her."

"Mr. Edogawa, you're joking. There aren't millions of them. There are only about a million people in a city. It's more like a talent that only appears once every few hundred thousand miles."

"What did you just say?"

"Hmm? Did I just miscalculate?"

Zhixing frowned. Was that the homophone he just heard?

"Can you say that again?"

"A city with only a million people? Maybe I'm overestimating. There must be a lot of non-resident workers here, so they shouldn't be counted."

"That's not it."

"Oh, that's... are you kidding?"

"Not this either."

"So, is this a talent that only appears once in hundreds of thousands of people?"

"Hoo~breath~"

Tanaka frowned, listening to the heavy breathing coming from the other end of the phone, then looked at his colleague next to him. The other party was wearing headphones and listening to the conversation repeatedly. He shook his head in confusion, indicating that he couldn't hear anything.

Seeing that the other party had not responded, Tanaka continued to ask:

"Mr. Edogawa, what do you think of the girl who is waiting here?"

"My opinion, now I kind of understand why I was asked to make this call."

"Did the other party ask you to call? Hello, Mr. Edogawa?"

Tanaka put down his phone and looked at his colleague, who said helplessly:

"No, this person must be using a pseudonym. I can't find an Edogawa who meets the requirements. And the magical girl from Mitakihara seems to be gone. There's no record of her going to school today."

"I haven't gotten any useful information out of this. Do I still need to report it?"

"Sign up. After all, the other party knows about magical girls. How could he not register?"

"Okay, let's leave it to the experts."

Chapter 57 Infinite Wishes

After hanging up the phone, Zhixing took a look and confirmed that this was the number he had saved specially, then frowned and thought.

If this suicide prevention hotline is not very useful in my own case, then in the world of Madoka Magica, it is probably the same as calling the police directly.

After all, most of the suicides in this world are victims of the Witch's Kiss. ​​Such people don't have many opportunities to make phone calls, so those who can make calls should be ordinary people who have discovered something unusual about their family members and friends.

Would this call be prioritized over calling the police or an ambulance?

Imagine that when someone's behavior suddenly becomes abnormal and you want to stop it, you will first take action yourself. When brute force fails to stop it, you will search for what happened and why it happened.

After all, the Witch's Kiss here is effective for a long time, and it will take several hours to wear off, which is enough time to discover abnormalities, find people and make efforts.

Although there will be more people who cannot find anyone to call the police.

However, compared to other civil disputes reported to the police, this hotline is indeed more accurate. Even if you just go to see it out of curiosity, there is actually a possibility that you are controlled by the Witch's Kiss.

"Wait a minute, did I successfully call the police?"