Watching the anime from Madoka Magica and writing the rules

"After all, Madoka saw the events of the previous episode through a dream, and that was neither the beginning of Homura's time travel nor before Witch Night appeared."

"So it's not like I'll be able to hear my message just because Witch Night is approaching."

Zhihang looked at the tallest building and walked towards the city center, recalling and thinking about what had just happened.

"When was the last time you spent the night under the Witch's Kiss? Oh, it seems to have only been once, in that witch's barrier of Little Bear."

"Is it because my sleep was often interrupted at the time that I didn't dream about it, or is it because I was in the witch's barrier and was blocked from the transmission process?"

"But this also explains why I am so certain that I am within the Witch Night barrier."

"Only by leaving a message on Witch Night can I, who am afflicted by the Witch's Kiss, be able to indirectly hear the voice and translate it, thus enabling a conversation."

"And in a situation where Homura and the others needed their own despair to seduce the witch, only if there weren't many witches around could they survive until the next day before being eliminated."

"But why? If I can seduce the nearest witch regardless of distance, why didn't I gain anything that day?"

Zhi Xing lowered his head, thinking as he walked slowly forward, but he was puzzled by the fact that Xiao Yan was sure that he could not be desperate enough to seduce the witch.

"I clearly understood the application of the wish and successfully sent a message to my other parallel universe selves, so why didn't I notice it? Didn't I already explain the reason for making the wish?"

Zhixing stood at the subway station, comparing the names of the stations one by one. Although he did not come up with the answer to the despair but no witch's kiss along the way, he came up with another answer easily.

"If my brain encryption only appears after I make a wish, then how can I keep it secret in the final round?"

"Under Kyubey's telepathy, I can't refuse, I can't hang up, I can't even control my thoughts. Even if I'm just an ordinary person, every thought that comes into my mind can be monitored by the other party in real time."

"If I don't come into contact with magical girls, I might not be noticed, but with my personality, how can I live in peace?"

"After all, it's well known that Kyubey's words are constantly in his mind, but this only happens when there's no need. Only magical girls can refuse to respond."

"And when Homura first touches me and Madoka doesn't make a wish, what will Kyubey do once he gets the information from me?"

"In the original story, Homura's Despair Formula was only discovered by Kyubey near Witch Night."

"I'm afraid the only thing I can do is ask Madoka to help me if I discover an irreversible tragedy."

"And in the cycle where Homura can return everything to the starting point, the only time it can be considered irreversible is when it is discovered that Homura will not appear in the next cycle."

"My appearance will kill Homura, and even if Madoka wishes to destroy the witch, she won't be able to be saved."

"With transparent thinking, one can only hope for the solutions one can come up with in the future in this stretched world."

"I'm afraid the ability to translate is also covered by that wish, so it's not replaced, just like vampires are divided into barons, viscounts, and earls."

"There's a method that Kyubey can't know, and I can't know either. I'll have to discuss it with Homura over the course of a month of reincarnation, multiplied by over 100 times."

"It's so obvious, couldn't I have thought of it in the sixth game? Why didn't you say anything? Is there something wrong with this theory?"

Zhihang stepped onto the crowded early morning subway and felt firsthand the crowds that could give birth to a series of trams, while keeping a close eye on the stops, fearing that he would miss the transfer point.

"The more I know, the more questions I have. However, there is no way to verify these questions. In the end, they are just questions."

"Don't look at Witch Night. I do understand this condition."

"I hope it's not me who's in the Witch's Kiss state, unable to find a way out, so I'm retaliating by leaving a lot of despairing messages on Witch's Night. After all, I can only encrypt and leave messages, but I don't know how to cancel the translation."

"In the end, the only thing that can serve as a guarantee is the information delivered through Homura's hands."

"But if the translation is based on cause and effect, then no matter how much the text on the data is changed, Homura cannot tamper with the information she has access to. At most, she can delete it."

"In other words, the reason I felt hopeless this time was really just because I overthought the information in the document was 100% my own work and there was no possibility of it being altered."

Zhixing came out of the station and looked at Mitakihara Middle School which was already in session. Without stopping, he bypassed the school security guards' field of vision and walked straight along the park road at the main entrance of the school.

Standing on the busy street, Zhixing squinted his eyes and leaned against the wall.

"Haha~"

The unique voice of an adolescent girl awakens Zhi Xing.

After opening his eyes, Zhixing looked around and saw the Mitakihara school uniform that he had become very familiar with during this period of time.

"Huh, school is finally over. Time without my phone is so hard."

He took out his coins and took out his newly bought notebook.

Zhixing compared and recorded the appearance of the female student Mitakihara who was coming home from school.

There's no way. Zhixing didn't actually want to do this, but Zhixing really couldn't remember.

The people in this world look different from those in anime, and their appearances and clothes vary greatly.

Zhixing was not sure how to recognize the current Madoka based on the image provided by the shortsighted man, and he was not even sure whether Madoka still had twin tails.

Without her friend Sayaka, Madoka wasn't even sure whether she would form a duo with Hitomi after school or go it alone.

I can only use the most stupid method, which is to record them all one by one, hoping that Xiaoyuan or Renmei can recognize me.

After all, the plan of relying directly on advice from acquaintances no longer works.

"Tsk, how come the paintings are almost the same again? If I had known earlier, I would have used the time to learn how to paint."

Zhixing frowned, looking at the heads smaller than coins drawn together as he recorded them. He couldn't tell which was which, and he couldn't help feeling annoyed.

"We can't go on like this. I'm afraid Homura will find us before we find Madoka."

"No, maybe Homura already knew I'd be here and was already watching me. Maybe she's deliberately pestering Madoka, who lost her friend, to keep me waiting."

"If Asami hadn't been so incompetent, I would have met Madoka yesterday."

Zhixing complained in his heart, but he did not stop the work in his hands. Even if he could not tell the difference, he had to record it, because there was no other way.

"Well, uh, you were looking for me, right?"

Zhihang, who was comparing heads, heard a call from behind and turned around.

A girl with twin ponytails tied with a pair of red ribbons, with a figure similar to Takihara's school uniform, not fat but not timid, was standing next to him and looking at him.

The girl clenched her fist and held it in her arms as if she were giving away her heart. She looked at the paper and said:

"I'm Kaname Madoka. A month ago, you were here looking for me and Sayaka-chan, right?"

Zhixing looked at the girl's face, listened to her words, then looked at his notebook that was not even as good as an elementary school student's graffiti, and then looked at the only direction from Mitakihara Junior High School, and couldn't help but open his mouth in a daze.

"Oh no, why didn't I think of this? Isn't this the same as Light Yagami's meeting with L?"

Zhixing took a deep breath and looked at the girl who called herself Madoka again. He recalled the scene where Anzu was predicted by Homura's actions, so she deliberately cheated and used the fake Madoka to threaten Homura to return Mami.

The girl looked at Zhixing's performance and wondered if she had recognized the wrong person. But in the blink of an eye, she looked directly at Zhixing again and said:

"Well, when you asked me for help, you didn't come for Sayaka-chan, but for me, right?"

"I don't know the details, but something bad has happened to Sayaka-chan. I can tell that."

"So, can you please talk to me about Sayaka-chan's situation, the things you need my help with... and about Homura?"

PS: Is it possible for anyone to avoid being read by Kyubey without a mental barrier?

In the absence of empathy with human emotions, reading the mind and making minor adjustments based on the girl's condition is a reasonable function, right?

Chapter 109 It's a human face

"You said you were Kaname Madoka? How do you prove it?"

"Huh? I...um...I am me?"

"Sorry, stupid question, let me think about it."

Zhixing covered his head with his hands, blocking his view from Xiaoyuan, and looked thoughtfully at the intersection of the school and the pedestrian street.

"I was careless. I was only thinking about finding Madoka. The worst-case scenario is that there's a high probability that Homura will find me and take me back, preventing me from contacting Madoka this week."

"I didn't expect there was such a trick. Homura didn't come to stop it, but instead let Madoka come to her."

"I'll use the power of money to get a girl to pretend to be Madoka. That way, I can get what I want to say to Madoka out of her. I'll be on guard against that next round."

"But, just like now, Madoka has come right in front of me, and I don't even recognize her. So, how can I tell if there's another person who might be Madoka without any other companions to corroborate my testimony?"

"Should I just say what I want to say? Or should I save it for Madoka at the shelter where Homura definitely can't eavesdrop remotely?"

Just when Zhixing was hiding his thoughts for a little too long, the girl spoke.

"If, if you don't recognize me, then why don't you come to my house and sit down? Well, my mother should know me. If you see my mother, you should be able to confirm that it is me."

"You mean, let me leave here first?" Zhixing withdrew his hand, glanced at the girl, and said at a tricky angle.

"Oh? It's not like that, I..." The girl was at a loss for a moment. She seemed to have never expected that the person who was looking for her would not believe her.

"...You really are looking for Kaname Madoka, right?"

"Yes, that's right. I'm looking for the girl named Kaname Madoka."

"I am, I am Kaname Madoka. We met last time when you were looking for me, and you even called out my name."

""

"Well, I didn't hear it wrongly, did he call me? I think he said something like "help me"."

Zhixing took a deep breath and nodded, looking with a conflicted look at the female students Mitakihara who were walking towards the shopping mall from the intersection from time to time. Between questioning their true identities and drawing in front of them and confirming their identities and leaving, he chose to stand still and try to remember the appearance of those girls with his naked eyes without using coins or notebooks.

Looking at the paper line that did not give any feedback, Xiaoyuan was so anxious that she almost cried.

I originally thought that the most difficult thing would be to find that person and then learn from him the reason why Sayaka changed and why he talked about that kind of thing with her mother.

But Xiaoyuan never expected that the other party didn't even recognize her.

No, it should be said that I am not sure that I am myself, as if someone is impersonating Kaname Madoka.

"Is there anything that can prove that I am myself? Ugh~ I can't think of anything at all!"

Zhi Xing looked at the girl who was about to cry because of his stubborn thinking, and couldn't help but say:

"Okay, okay, you are indeed Kaname Madoka, I believe you."

"But~ I am real~ woo."

"Look at you, this kind of personality is not like Madoka at all, please tone it down."

Zhixing didn't realize that he was doing anything wrong. He just felt that Madoka's behavior was becoming less and less like the Madoka he remembered, even though that impression was only of Madoka he knew through TV dramas.

"Because~Because I really care about Sayaka, and I feel like if I miss this chance, there won't be a second chance."

Although Xiaoyuan still had a bit of aggrieved cry in her voice, she forced herself to cheer up when she saw that Zhixing was no longer silent, and tried to establish a trusting relationship with him.

"Your sixth sense is quite accurate. After all, today is the 13th. In two days, there will be no chance to see you again."

"Are you leaving here?"

"No, it's just that Mitakihara is going to be destroyed."

"...Does it have anything to do with Sayaka-chan not coming to school today?"

"What if I said yes?"

"Then please tell me the truth behind this. If Mitakihara is in any danger, I will be involved, so I should have the right to know."

"You believe it?"

"Well, I believe you."

""

Zhixing fell silent again. After hesitating for a while, he turned around and faced Xiaoyuan who was looking at him, and reached into his pocket.

"Stretch out your hand."

"Hmm. Hmm? What is this?"

Xiaoyuan responded by stretching out her unguarded hand and taking the coin that Zhixing took out of his pocket.

"You decide. If it's a face, I'll talk to you. If it's a number..."

Before he could finish his words, Xiaoyuan looked at the number facing up, then clasped her hands together, flipped the coin over to the other hand, and immediately reached out to answer:

“It’s a human face.”

"Um, you haven't..."

"It's already been decided. It's a human face."

"No, why are you acting like a child..."

"Big brother should keep his promise, don't lie, look, it's a human face."

Zhixing's mouth twitched, and he was speechless.

"I'm sorry, I played a little trick."