Watching the anime from Madoka Magica and writing the rules

Chapter 132 As expected, an accident happened

"As expected, I still don't have any talent. I still think too simply. If this continues, I don't know if I will have a chance to come back."

After Officer Li left, Zhixing looked at the empty room and the iron cage that restricted his freedom. He could only look at the light that was still lighting the room and feel sad.

"Go back, go back, go back!"

Zhixing tried to repeat it a few times, but as expected, he didn't find any changes.

"If I go back, will I still encounter my counterparts in the parallel world?"

"If I can't meet my family from another world, then my illegal status will still exist even if I return to my country."

"Although Conan's plot is very long, in theory, it is the same as Homura's reincarnation, and it is an additional plot."

"I just don't know if I'll be experiencing the so-called real-time six-month mainline, or the first-grade timeline from 1994 to over 2000 years ago."

"If I want to go back, I have to trigger some conditions. This kind of condition probably only exists on the final boss."

"According to my plan, I should become famous for my method of delivering death information during this time, and then these deceased people will buy my plan and try to see if they can escape death."

"That way, I can earn money and have enough time to get away from entertainment activities, and then force myself to study under the protection of the police."

"At worst, I can rob the equipment manufacturer, Dr. Agasa, and ask for some high-tech props. If I'm lucky, I can even learn how to use and trigger my own abilities here."

"After all, the final boss of this world isn't the type to destroy the world, so it won't endanger me who isn't participating in the event."

"But, this is just if."

Thinking about the police officer's ultimatum, Zhixing sat on the bed and looked at the darkening sky, feeling completely hopeless.

“刚刚记录的时间是1d23:23:10，也就是说大概是17:43这样。”

"It seems that it's dinner time for Ran to return from the amusement park. Oh, why didn't I take Inspector Megure's car and go to the roller coaster incident together? That way, I could have witnessed Conan's birth with my own eyes."

"According to the timeline compiled by others, the week before Conan was a fixed plot, and the other timelines started to become chaotic."

"The kidnapping of a rich girl, Yoko's boyfriend, and then Conan's three-day stalking after he went to school."

"But these things have nothing to do with me anymore. The most recent kidnapping happened tonight, and the next one won't happen until the day after tomorrow."

"There's no longer any possibility of change. Let's go to bed early. Perhaps tonight will be my last day of peaceful rest."

After digesting the dinner and information given by the police officer, Zhixing lay back on the bed and slowly fell asleep under the light that could not be turned off.

I don’t know how long I slept, but Zhixing finally woke up from his sleep.

Without being disturbed by anyone, Zhixing just felt that his spirits were pretty good now. He had already mentally prepared himself to work in a factory with free food and accommodation after returning to China, and he slowly sat up.

"Huh? What's going on? Why are the lights off?"

The room in front of him was still the same room he had been in before going to bed, but the disappearance of light made it difficult for him to see the surroundings clearly. But what surprised him was that in this dark environment, he could vaguely perceive that the iron door of the detention room was actually open!

Zhixing got off the bed and stepped onto the cold floor.

He fumbled around, but not only could he not find his shoes, even his socks were gone.

"Could it be that?!"

Zhixing didn't care about the coldness of his feet, and quickly stood up, then looked back at the bed where he slept.

Fortunately, there was no other self on the bed, which made Zhixing feel a little relieved, and then he walked out of the detention room carefully.

I groped along the wall in the hall and soon found the light switch.

"Crack~"

As the lights came on, Zhixing squinted his eyes to adjust, and then he saw the empty hall. All the personal belongings he had left in the hall in front had disappeared.

"Was it the real killer who was able to get into the holding cell and shoot?"

Zhixing remembered the information revealed by Officer Gao Mu and immediately suspected the unknown murderer, but then shook his head and denied it.

"No, no, no, I shouldn't have been shot to death. I shouldn't be in that ghost state now. My feet can still touch the floor, and I can't penetrate objects."

Zhihang stood in the hall and looked around, and soon saw the clock that was essential in the detention room.

"3:26? Is this in the afternoon or in the early morning?"

After seeing the real clock moving, Zhixing's doubts were not answered, but he became even more confused.

But the most urgent thing is to leave the police station while the door is not locked and avoid the possibility of being deported.

Thinking of this, Zhixing walked barefoot, carefully and silently to the door, and slowly touched the handle.

Very good, it can be rotated

After opening the door a crack, Zhixing did not rush to observe, but listened attentively to the situation outside.

But apart from the sound of the wind, I couldn't hear anything. It was so quiet that it was like... I had arrived at the Guiju Kaidan.

Zhixing took a deep breath, then closed the door gently and immediately began to search the room.

After searching for a long time and not finding any rules written on the wall, table, or even in the trash can, I suddenly felt relieved.

"Could it be that I'm too nervous right now, so I'm having a lucid dream?"

Looking at the empty rooms and halls around him, Zhixing moved away from the door and slapped his forehead hard.

"Crack~"

"Yeah, I have a feeling. This isn't a dream. I know I haven't successfully had a lucid dream."

After his guess failed to be verified, Zhixing returned to the exit door in confusion.

After turning off the lights in the hall, Zhixing carefully turned the handle again and glanced at the dark corridor outside the door.

After looking around and finding no danger, Zhixing left the room and slowly closed the door to the hall.

Walking forward slowly while feeling the wall, Zhixing soon noticed a room with obvious lights.

"Is this... or the police station?"

Zhihang stood behind the door through which light was coming from, and looked around through the crack. Although he had only been led here once, it was only two corners away from his detention room, so Zhihang still remembered that this was the service hall. If nothing unexpected happened, there should be two police officers on duty here, or even more.

"Give it a try. We have to leave anyway."

Zhi Xing slowly exerted force and pushed one side of the two doors open a little.

"emmm~"

The heavy door opened with a dull, lacking lubrication, which was particularly loud at night.

Zhi Xing was so frightened that he froze.

But after waiting for a while and not hearing any sound of anyone moving around, the paper shop decided to make a quick decision, pushed open the door, and then came to the service hall.

Zhihang only took a glance and saw a police officer dozing off in the hall, and the heavy stone in his heart finally settled down.

He tiptoed out of the police station step by step, and then he saw someone standing guard in the police station security room.

The night outside the city was still illuminated by lights, but most of the shops were closed. However, the light brought by this billboard was enough for the paper shop to confirm one thing from afar.

"It's 3am? Even in this world, I can't escape. I wish I could climb over the wall."

Zhixing looked at the closed door of the police station and realized that he would not be able to go out without alerting the security guards, so he tried to find the back door.

But there was nothing but walls, and the only normal exit of the entire police station was this gate.

"That's weird. Shouldn't there be a backdoor for those who find it inconvenient to reveal their appearance? Like undercover agents, minors, etc."

"Oh, yes, this is the diplomatic department. We shouldn't need to connect with people like this."

After searching outside and finding no possibility of silent escape, Zhixing no longer hesitated, stepped onto the cobblestone road, and headed for the security room.

Standing outside the window of the security room, Zhihang looked at the door opening button which was obviously very close but was separated by a thick transparent glass. He then looked at the old man on duty who was reading the newspaper in his hand with great interest, and reached out to the handle of the security room.

"No, it won't turn. It looks like this door is locked and can only be opened from the inside."

After reaching out to test, Zhixing gave up and made a choice he didn't want to make.

"Dong dong!"

The knock on the door woke up the security guard who was reading a newspaper inside.

The security guard looked at the knock on the door coming from the direction of the police station, closed the newspaper and put it aside, then opened the door of the security room without any vigilance.

"What's wrong? Isn't it time to change patrols yet?"

When the door was opened, Zhihang's unfamiliar face came into the security guard's sight.

"Who are you?"

The security guard looked at the paper merchant who was not in uniform, and after confirming that it was not someone he had seen before, he asked:

"I overslept in there and want to go back now. Please open the door."

Zhixing stood on tiptoe and asked tentatively.

The security guard took a look at the gate surveillance that was operating normally, and prepared to open the door without any care, but at this time the security guard noticed that the paper bank was standing on tiptoe and swaying up and down abnormally.

"Where are your shoes? Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

"I don't know who did this, but they took all my shoes away. Now my feet are so cold."

The security guard hesitated for a moment as he was about to open the door, then, under Zhihang's somewhat nervous gaze, he moved away from the button and opened the door of the security room.

"Come in first. The wind is very cold at night. I'll find you a pair of shoes to wear first."

"Ah, thank you."

The paper walker walked into the room and immediately felt a warmth that was different from the warmth outside.

The weather in January was still winter. Zhixing had already felt the cold when he was barefoot in the police station. After walking around outside, he felt uncomfortable not only because of the dirt and stones on the ground outside, but more importantly, his feet were really frozen. If he was not escaping from the police station, Zhixing would have refused to go out long ago.

"Here, there's no blanket in the police station. It must be very uncomfortable to sleep."

The security guard took his thermos and poured a glass of water to the paper shop and handed it to him.

"Thank you. Oh, I was really sleepy, so I hid in a corner and went to sleep. I didn't expect to sleep until this hour. Sorry to bother you."

"It's okay, it's okay. We're all working here. I'll go find some extra shoes."

Zhihang watched the security guard turn around without any precautions and open a cabinet to look for shoes. He was still thinking that the security guard might think that he was a staff member who was lazy and overslept. After all, if he really found something wrong, he would not have let him in at that time.

Zhixing finished the hot water in the cup and noticed the newspaper on the table while feeling grateful that there was a thermos here.

"January 17th, Qianjin? A case discovered on the 16th is reported in the newspaper so quickly. No wonder some thieves use newspapers to announce their cases."

Zhixing put the empty cup away, then skipped over the incomprehensible Japanese words on the newspaper and looked at the date.

"I found a pair of shoes. I'll just wear them and return them tomorrow."

Zhihang turned around and looked at the shoes in the security guard's hand. He immediately smiled and thanked him:

"Thank you so much, it's been a great help."

After taking the shoes, Zhixing subconsciously looked at the date on the newspaper again, and couldn't wait to sit down and put on the shoes.

"This isn't the latest newspaper. It's from the 17th. I just took a look because I was bored at work."

Zhi Xing, who had just put on one foot, was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then realized something and asked:

"I don't usually read newspapers, so this is all new news to me. What happened to the daughter mentioned in the newspaper?"

"What else can I do? It was just a self-staged kidnapping that turned into a real kidnapping. It's been two days now, and it seems like she's going on a trip with her father to relax."

Zhixing frowned, and immediately put aside the idea of ​​escaping. He looked at the sky outside in disbelief.

"By the way, what's your name? You're opening the door so late at night, so you should register."

The security guard took out a visitor registration form, placed it next to the pen tied to the table, and said to the paper.

"No, now that I have shoes, I feel like I should go back and look for where my original shoes are."

Zhixing put on his shoes and shifted his gaze from outside to the direction of the police station.

"Wasn't it taken away by a colleague? You can look for it tomorrow."

"I don't think it's been taken. I'll go look for it first and come back later."

"Well, hurry up, or I'll have to go on patrol and no one will open the door for you."

"OK, thanks."

Zhixing nodded, left the security room and walked towards the police station.

The goal is to find your phone that keeps counting the time.