Watching the anime from Madoka Magica and writing the rules

As someone who possesses the ability to translate, Zhixing could probably guess Conan's thoughts. He probably thought that since he could communicate, words could also be translated.

"Alas, I can't even protect myself, what else can I do? Whether I know Conan and the others' situation or not, it's useless."

It was as if I was back to the same situation as before, no, it was even worse.

In the hope of delivering clues to the witch, Hongzi, the two men had already lost a powerful general just trying to get out of the room. Did Conan really have a chance to escape? No, let alone escape the barrier, he might not even be able to escape from this witch's room.

"So, do I have no hope left? Or should I pin my hopes on fate, hoping that Conan can escape and continue solving cases as destined?"

The hope of reducing the destructive power it brought was a gamble on the despair that had led it to this situation.

It’s as if what was originally unreliable and unchangeable has now become something that we are unwilling to believe can be changed.

It seems to be responding to the change in the paper industry's concept.

Zhihang quickly thought of two jokes.

The fortune teller said I'd be crowned a king at 25, and eat a feast every day. I didn't believe you, you old bastard. —By a delivery man in yellow.

[The fortune teller said I can live to 90. What are you afraid of? Watch me show you! —By the medical record of a vegetative patient]

"Come to think of it, I actually don't know what Conan's final ending is, right?"

"What if it's a fantasy ending like Doraemon, a dream of Nobita? Although it's unlikely, if that's the case, Conan died in the witch's barrier, and would he live on in the Mori family in the form of a witch's kiss?"

"If that's the case, then his identity as a Death God's elementary school student is completely confirmed. After all, familiars can cause trouble wherever they are."

"If this witch's disaster completely breaks out, then with Xiaolan's karma, it is possible for her to become a witch, right? After all, whether it is Witch Night or Space Witch, there will be a large number of other witches, rather than a single witch itself."

"And then fate followed its own path. The witch Xiaolan and her familiars showed up uninvited, and a murder occurred in an ordinary family. Then the criminals began to confess their crimes themselves and were sent to isolation or treatment under the guidance of Inspector Megure, who had come into contact with witches and other extraordinary powers."

"Hahaha, I'm such a stickler, why would I come up with such an abnormal possibility at this time?"

Zhixing asked knowingly and deliberately denied his own guess, but in his heart he began to lean towards this possibility.

After all, it was because of Conan's low power level that Zhi Xing chose this place to experiment whether he could travel to other worlds.

A witch from Madoka Magica can be said to have dealt a dimensionality reduction blow to the witches of this world.

The reason why he told Conan was to let him escape.

Rather than hoping that Hongzi can destroy the witch, it is more like hoping that Hongzi's prophecy can enable her to see the future where Conan will cause trouble at school, and thus take action to inform her, just like when he was at the police station.

For example, opening the entrance to the barrier and allowing various large-scale weapons to be deployed.

Even without Homura's magical enchantment.

But if Homura can deal with enemies with her enchanted machine gun, and she keeps bombing them with explosives, there's always a chance she can destroy a mere witch, right?

But this is based on the premise that Conan can really get out.

If there was no possibility for Conan to get out, how could Hongzi predict the current situation?

Although Zhixing was reluctant to accept it, he had already acquiesced that Hongzi could not directly predict Zhixing himself. Otherwise, instead of waiting for the witch to appear and then considering how to deal with her, he should have warned her in person before he got close to here and before he could go back. He would not have ended up like this.

But Hongzi chose to write a letter.

"No, I can't think about it anymore. If I continue thinking about it, I won't even have a glimmer of hope!"

"Of course I have to keep thinking. Only by becoming more desperate can I attract the witch's attention!"

The instinct to interrupt one's own thinking as much as possible when faced with despair, which was preserved in Madoka Magica, was ultimately formed in too short a time, and it only took Conan a few days to develop.

First, he was unable to escape the control of the resurrected witch, and even within the witch's barrier, he was still unable to prevent Zhi Xing from sinking into deeper despair.

"No, it hasn't been confirmed yet. Maybe Conan has figured out a way to trap the witch? That's Conan! How can I use my own wisdom to speculate?"

"Faced with the disparity in power, intelligence, and mind-reading, can Conan, with his high school intelligence, really accomplish something like this? Wake up, and stop deceiving yourself."

Zhixing knew very well that this kind of thing would never happen, but just like in the Magic Circle, he still participated in the relationships between the girls even though he knew he had no role to play.

Even though it was a futile effort, Zhixing still chose to look at Conan again, trying to understand the situation in the room.

But no matter how good the quality of glasses is, they cannot replace telescopes.

What's more, there were still some tears in Zhixing's eyes that he couldn't wipe away with his hands, so after just a few glances, his vision began to become blurred.

Zhixing blinked rapidly, trying hard to see Conan's situation clearly.

The police officer was captured by the witch and needs my help.

Silent words emerged from Zhixing's heart.

Zhi Xing subconsciously denied it:

"How could I come up with something like this at this time? It's impossible. I was just trying to watch Conan. How could I possibly translate..."

Conan and the police officer came down from the top of the doll cabinet by knocking over the teddy bear.

"There's this kind of operation? Why didn't I think of it?"

The police officer used himself as bait to let Conan escape from the room. The police officer was caught by the witch and needed my help. Conan and the police officer passed

Zhixing was completely stunned.

If I just thought that I was just trapped in a vicious cycle of despair, that's why I came up with these words.

Then when this sentence began to repeat, Zhixing felt something was wrong.

"I can't really hear what Conan is saying, right?"

With this conclusion, Zhixing, who had been distracted by blurred vision, regained his focus and soon saw Conan's repeated movements in the distance.

An idea flashed through Zhixing's mind.

"Sign language?"

"No, this is a dance?"

Zhixing's pupils suddenly contracted, and a question that had been bothering him for a long time suddenly seemed to have an answer, and his thoughts became clearer than ever before.

"My translations come from Homura's desire to understand her own thoughts."

“And the ability that comes with this understanding is that two-way communication can be translated.”

"Since this type of translation can span unfamiliar languages, it can be performed without the need for learning."

"Then since I can translate the silent witch language, I guess I can also translate sign language, right?"

"Yes, I think I succeeded in translating lip language. Sign language can definitely be used for translation."

"Since sign language can be translated, what about dance that also involves using hands and feet?"

Zhixing stared at Conan's movements, and the experience of Conan going downstairs repeated over and over again echoed in his mind. He already had the answer.

"Now that I think about it, it seems that's true. Just by vibrating the air, I can hear words. This is the answer Kyubey got."

"I'm afraid it's not vibrating the air to speak a language, not even Kyubey's own language, but simply creating movement to attract his attention so he can translate."

"Yes, communication between people is not such an inconvenience."

"Even if we don't speak the same language, we can still use gestures to facilitate understanding. And since gestures can be used for communication, they can definitely be translated!"

Zhixing's gaze shifted away from Conan and turned to look at his still bound hands, but only his wrists were bound, which did not affect the movement of his hands.

1,2,3,4,5

Just the simple act of stretching out one's finger confirmed Zhixing's suspicions.

"I'm really stupid. Why am I so limited by my thinking to speaking with my mouth?"

"If we think beyond this limitation and consider the bigger picture, we will find that martial arts can connect hearts and minds, and therefore can also be translated."

"And since dance can be translated, then so can pianist performances. And music should be indispensable, such as pure music without lyrics!"

"If songs can be translated, what about paintings? Can those paintings in art galleries, the product of a lifetime's labor, be translated?"

"How about expanding it to the core of the film? What about the core ideas of literature?"

Zhixing couldn't help but smile, and these words came to his mind.

"None of the rule-based abilities are weak, as long as the user is aware of the direction of development."

"I know, I know. I've seen my future. My destination will be omniscience. I'll be able to communicate with everything. I'll transform into a two-dimensional creature and flow into the electronic ocean!"

Amidst his self-affirmations, Zhixing forgot for a moment what he had once said: there is a limit to the amount of wishes one can make.

Zhixing's heart is full of infinite imagination about his own future. After all, no matter how weak it is, it is still Madoka's wish!

With such false confidence, Zhixing looked towards the direction of the room, as if wanting to prove himself, and began to twist his limbs again, trying to translate his thoughts through actions.

"I'm back! Little Bear!"

Chapter 153 Ability Development

As if responding to Zhi Xing's invitation, the witch walked out of the room at Zhi Xing's request.

But the smile on the paper line that summoned the witch froze.

Because unlike Conan who is so tiny, the witch is so big that the paper can see it easily.

The witch was not coming towards him, but was holding a half-finished toy and looking at Conan who was jumping over there.

"Come here! Come here quickly! I can speak now!"

Zhi Xing wanted to stand up, but his limbs were tied up by the witch's rope. After trying, he was bounced back to the slope by the elastic rope.

"Boom~"

Zhixing's head rebounded as his limbs hit the maintenance box behind him.

But Zhixing didn't care about his body's feelings. Instead, because he heard the voice, he suddenly realized something terrible.

"My voice can't be heard?!"

Zhixing looked at his hands that were knocking on the maintenance box. Although Zhixing exerted great strength, his wrist was restricted after all, and the movement space of his palm was limited, so he could not make much noise at all.

Then he looked at the witch who was who knows how many meters away, and Zhixing suddenly understood something.

In order to make Witch Night audible, he had gathered a lot of speakers and even shocked his own ears before he could transmit it.

So, how many decibels can I produce since I can't open my mouth now?

Zhixing swallowed his saliva. Not to mention that the distance was still far, even if the witch was right in front of this platform, how much of his voice could be heard by her?

No, does the other party really have ears to listen?

Zhixing saw that Conan, who was still in the distance, had stopped sending messages and was running quickly to the corner, trying to avoid the witch's capture by taking advantage of his size difference. He didn't even bother to put on the blue clothes and threw them aside.

"Can I only speak? Can't sign language? Can't the beat of music?"

Zhixing looked at the witch's huge head facing Conan, not looking in this direction at all, and the knocking that had not stopped since the beginning did not attract the other party's attention at all.

The hand that was trying hard to knock on the paper suddenly got stuck and could not move.

"No, I realized the use of my ability too late. Now I can't use my translation ability at all. I can only watch the witch's actions from afar. Is this really going to become a witch version of Detective Conan?"

The paper industry's originally high spirits plummeted in an instant.

Feeling the cold feeling of despair about to hit his heart again, Zhi Xing couldn't help but let out a long scream using the air he inhaled.

Although Zhixing's mouth was blocked by the witch's thread, Zhixing was also very familiar with this feeling.

After all, when Yiyun was depressed, in order not to disturb other people's rest, Zhixing often covered his mouth with a quilt, and then diverted his emotions and attention by yelling.

Although this is not as good as speaking out your troubles loudly in a place where no one is around as people say on the Internet, nor is it as effective in relieving your emotions as confiding your troubles to others, it is close and convenient.

After screaming for a while, Zhixing felt that he was a little short of oxygen, so he stopped and had to take deep breaths through his nose to replenish his air.

"I thought I didn't need to breathe in the witch's barrier, but I didn't expect to still be short of oxygen?"

"Isn't this barrier a self-contained space? Where does the oxygen come from?"

Zhixing shook his head, distracted by the lack of oxygen to distract himself from his body's sensations, but he still felt extremely uncomfortable because he could only breathe through his nose.

"I made the wrong decision again. I should have known earlier that since people can talk here, it means there is air inside. I actually forgot to shout and stopped after a while. Am I really under the influence of the witch?"

After blaming the witch for his lack of self-control, Zhixing once again looked at Conan's situation.

Seeing this, Zhixing couldn't help but laugh.

The witch was seen bending over, trying to carefully hold the angle formed by the wall and the ground with her huge hands, as if she was afraid of pressing down and killing Conan.

"I didn't expect he could actually hide. Could it be that Conan is much stronger than an adult, so he can hide?"

"What a shame. I was just watching the mime and couldn't hear anything from the other side. I lost the guidance of the clothes, and now I can't understand Conan's body language."

Zhixing frowned as if he had thought of something, and tapped the box behind him lightly with the back of his hand.