Lee Sin’s Bizzare Adventure Chapter 46: Replay interrupted

15:26.

Through the replay of Melancholy Blues, Apache, Bucciarati and others saw what happened to Li Qing twenty minutes ago:

He is fighting. In order to "save the world", he fights a huge, bloated, and twisted terrifying monster.

"There is such a monster in Naples?!"

"Is this also a substitute?"

Even Bucciarati, the kind-hearted team leader, couldn't help but feel palpitated by the existence of this piece of meat.

As the de facto guardian of Naples, he could not help but start to worry about the fate of the city:

"This piece of meat looks irrational. If left alone, it is likely to wreak havoc in Naples."

"So what happened to it? Did the bald man's battle plan succeed?"

No matter how worried you are, this happened twenty minutes ago.

Bucciarati could do nothing but pin his hopes on the hero who stood up to fight the meat twenty minutes ago.

What is ridiculous is that this hero is still the target of his mission:

"Apache."

Bucciarati said in a complicated tone: "Continue to play and see what happens next."

"Understood."

Apache nodded, then changed Melancholy Blues back to Li Qing's appearance twenty minutes ago, and ordered it to continue moving along the trajectory Li Qing was traveling at that time.

Thus, Melancholic Blues accurately restored Li Qing’s movements at that time:

It was riding a motorcycle that did not exist, and was speeding forward in a weird posture suspended in mid-air.

It turned the "throttle" and became faster and faster, leading Bucciarati and others to quickly approach the messy battlefield.

Then

The melancholy blues action comes to an abrupt end.

It stopped abruptly outside the ruins filled with bricks and rubble, like an old cassette damaged by water.

Everyone saw the rise, and was immediately stunned by the sudden "pause".

The calm Bucciarati was okay, but the impetuous Fugo immediately tore off his disguise as a "cultural man", turned around and shouted at Apache:

"Hey, newcomer!"

"What to do when you stop at the critical moment? Play on!"

"Yes!"

Nalan Jia also echoed expectantly: "What happened next?!"

"Back"

Apaki’s expression looked vaguely embarrassed:

"There is no more behind."

"No more?!"

Fugo, who was in a irritable state, walked up to Apaki, who was 188 meters tall. He first stood on tiptoes to make up for his not yet fully developed height, and then he was unceremonious. The ground grabbed Apache by the collar:

"What do you mean it's gone?!"

"Do you think you are filming a TV series?! If you try this trick at a critical moment in the plot, you will get yourself killed!!"

"No way."

Apaki sighed helplessly.

He raised his hand and pointed at the ruins that had been ravaged by pieces of flesh until only gravel and rubble remained:

"The "place" where the incident occurred has been completely destroyed. ”

"My Melancholic Blues reads the memory of the place where an event occurred. The two elements of "time" and "place" are indispensable. ”

"Like this"

Apaji removed Fugo’s hand:

"No matter how angry you are, Melancholy Blues cannot continue to be played again."

The destructive power of the piece of meat is so terrifying that no grass grows wherever it goes.

It was like a huge mop. While pursuing Li Qing relentlessly, it also wiped out all traces Li Qing left along the way.

"What"

"There is nothing we can do?!"

Although he understood what Apache meant, Fugo, who was looking forward to the follow-up plot too much, was still so angry that he wanted to jump:

"Newcomer, your substitute is really useless!"

"Stop losing your temper."

Bugala stopped his companion's useless anger when he mentioned it, and said to Apaki calmly:

"What next?"

"Is there any way to continue tracking that Li Qing?"

"This" Apache thought for a while and said: "This area has been destroyed too completely, and the memory of '20 minutes ago' has been completely lost."

"Furthermore, according to the destructive power shown by that piece of meat"

"Wherever it has traveled, traces of other people's presence should have been completely eliminated."

"So, we can only look for more clues nearby, trying to find the traces that Li Qing left when he acted outside the battlefield after getting rid of the meat. No matter what, he will definitely want to get out of that area after the battle. The 'memory' of the battlefield outside the battlefield cannot be read, so just read the memory outside the battlefield."

"If you can skip this damaged 'memory' and fast forward directly to a later time and place, you can continue this broken clue."

"Well, that's the case"

Bucciarati sighed softly:

"Fuge, Nalanjia, and Apaki, the four of us split up to collect clues near the ruins."

"He just appeared here twenty minutes ago. The time difference is not too far away. There may be witnesses nearby who saw his movements at that time."

As always, he gave the order cleanly.

Fuge and the others nodded one after another, and in tacit agreement, they set off from three different directions, searching for traces of Li Qing's existence around the vast ruins of the battlefield.

Bucciarati himself was also responsible for a direction.

After the three companions left, his unwavering eyes quietly showed a wave of fluctuation:

"I hope I can find it"

"If that guy is not dead."

Somehow, Bucciarati suddenly wished that the person he wanted to kill was alive

Two minutes later.

Apaki separated from his teammates and searched all the way out in the direction he was responsible for.

The search process was not ideal.

Local residents and tourists have already fled because of the riots, and it is not easy to find a passerby to ask for clues.

He only saw one or two American soldiers searching in the ruins along the way. He came forward to ask in accented English, but in the end he only received a few useless and very impolite greetings. .

However, Apache has another way of searching based on luck.

He can let Melancholic Blues follow him, moving to different locations while browsing the memories of the past twenty minutes in this land in a "fast forward" way.

This method has not yet shown any results.

Apaki had no choice but to replay the past events wherever he went with melancholic blues while continuing to walk forward looking for passers-by who could ask questions.

Finally, on a deserted street next to the ruins of the battlefield, he saw a passerby who he could ask:

This guy was sitting on the curb talking to himself with a gloomy look on his face. His plain green shirt was stained with dust, and his slightly green face was slightly red and swollen, as if he had just been raped not long ago. People have been beaten.

"He looks so embarrassed, obviously he has experienced the riot twenty minutes ago."

"If you ask this kid, you might be able to find out something."

Apaji, who had been a policeman, regained his professionalism and soon smelled clues from the embarrassed young man.

At this time, the young man in the green shirt also noticed him.

Maybe it was because Apaki's clothes were too trendy after joining the gang, but for some reason, the young man stared at Apaki with a very surprised look.

"Huh?"

Apaji felt something was wrong, but he suppressed his doubts and stepped forward:

"Hello."

"Excuse me, did you see a bald Asian man around here twenty minutes ago?"

"Uh"

The young man lowered his head to avoid Apakina's questioning gaze, and replied hesitantly: "No, I haven't seen it."

"I've never seen it before?"

Apaji asked with some concern.

"If I say no, there will be no!"

The young man suddenly gained momentum and raised his voice:

"The chaos was like that, and it was too late to escape. Who has time to look at bald heads?"

"Okay"

Apaji withdrew his gaze with some disappointment and prepared to turn around and leave.

However, the doubts in his heart were even worse:

No, the situation is a bit strange.

The boy subconsciously avoided my eyes just now, and his eyelids blinked quickly when he spoke. These are all instinctive actions when people are lying.

Also

Why was he so surprised when he saw me for the first time?

Why was he staring at me like that?

No

Apaji carefully recalled the direction of the young man’s gaze at that time, and his expression suddenly became solemn:

"He wasn't looking at me at all, but at Melancholy Blues!"

"This boy"

He stopped leaving: "It's the substitute messenger!"