Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

15:26.

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

He is fighting, and in order to save the world, he is fighting a terrifying monster that is huge, bloated and twisted.

There is such a monster in Naples?!

Is this also a substitute?

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

As the de facto guardian of Naples, he couldn't help but start to worry about the fate of the city:

This piece of meat looks irrational and if left unchecked, 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 place his hopes on the hero who had stood up to fight the meat twenty minutes ago.

What's 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.

clear.

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.

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

It was riding a motorcycle that didn't 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 were immediately struck by the sudden pause.

Bucciarati, who had a calm demeanor, was fine, but Fugo, who had an impatient temper, immediately tore off his disguise as a cultural man, turned around and shouted at Apaki:

Hey, hey, new guy!

What are you stopping for at this critical moment? Play it down!

yes!

Nalan Jia also echoed with expectation: What happened next?!

later.

Apache's expression seemed a little embarrassed:

There is no more behind.

there is none left?!

Fugo, who was in a irritable state, walked up to Apaki, who was 188cm tall. He first stood on tiptoes to make up for his not yet fully developed height, and then grabbed him unceremoniously. Apache's 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.

Apache 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 ‘location’ where the incident occurred has been completely destroyed.

My melancholy blues reads the memory of the place where an event occurred. The two elements of time and place are indispensable.

Like this now

Apache removed Fugo's hand:

No matter how angry you are, Melancholy Blues can't keep playing 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 erased all traces left by Li Qing along the way.

What.

There's 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.

Bugarati stopped his companion's useless anger and said to Apaki calmly:

Then what happens 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 left by Li Qing when he acted outside the battlefield after getting rid of the meat block - no matter what, he will definitely leave that battlefield after the battle. The 'memory' that comes out - 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.

Okay, that's the case

Bucciarati sighed softly:

Fuge, Nalanjia, and Apaki, the four of us split up to collect clues near these 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 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 One Direction.

But after the three companions left, his eyes that never wavered quietly surged out:

I hope I can find it.

If that guy isn't dead.

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

Two minutes later.

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

The search was not ideal.

Local residents and tourists had already fled because of the riots, and it was difficult to find a passerby to ask for clues.

Along the way, he only saw one or two American soldiers searching in the ruins. They 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 that is based on luck.

He can let the melancholy 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 achieved results.

Apache had no choice but to continue walking forward while looking for passers-by who could ask questions while replaying the past with melancholic blues.

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 been beaten not long ago. .

He looks so embarrassed. He must have experienced the commotion twenty minutes ago.

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

Apaki, 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 Apache's clothes were too trendy after he joined the gang, but for some reason, the young man stared at Apache with a very surprised look.

kindness?

Apache felt vaguely that something was wrong, but he still suppressed his doubts and stepped forward:

Hello.

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

Forehead

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

You really haven't seen it before?

Apache asked with some concern.

If I say no, there will be no!

The young man suddenly gained momentum and shouted loudly:

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

All right.

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

However, the doubts in his heart became 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.

besides

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

Why was he staring at me like that?

No.

Apaki 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, he was looking at Melancholy Blues!

This boy

He stopped leaving: It's the substitute messenger!