Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 46 Replay Interruption
15 points.

Through the replay of Melancholic Blues, Apache, Bugarati and others saw what happened to Li Qing 10 minutes ago:
He's fighting, "to save the world," and he's fighting a monstrous, bloated, distorted monster.

"There is such a monster in the city of Naples?!"

"Is this also a stand-in?"

Even Bugarati, the captain of the team with an extraordinary heart, couldn't help but feel a palpitation because of the existence of this piece of meat.

As the de facto guardian of Naples, he couldn't help but began to worry about the fate of the city:
"This piece of meat looks irrational and if left unattended it has the potential to wreak havoc in Naples."

"So... what happened to it, did the bald head's battle plan succeed?"

No matter how worried, this is already what happened 10 minutes ago.

There was nothing Buccarati could do but pin his hopes on the hero who stepped forward to fight the meat 10 minutes ago.

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

"Apaki."

Bugarati said in a complicated tone: "Keep playing and see what happens later."

"clear."

Apaki nodded, and changed Melancholy Blues back to Li Qing's appearance 10 minutes ago, and ordered it to continue moving down the same trajectory as Li Qing was traveling at that time.

So Melancholic Blues reproduced Li Qing's actions at that time exactly:
It rode a motorcycle that didn't exist, and galloped forward in a strange posture suspended in mid-air.

It twisted the "accelerator", and the speed was getting faster and faster, leading Bugarati and others to quickly approach the messy battlefield.

then
The melancholic blues action came to an abrupt end.

It stopped abruptly outside the ruins full of bricks and rubble, like a waste cassette that was damaged by water.

Everyone was watching the excitement, and was immediately beaten by this sudden "pause".

The calm Buccarati was alright, but the impatient Fugo immediately tore off his "cultural man" disguise, turned his head and shouted at Apache:

"Hey, newcomer!"

"What to do when you stop at a critical moment, play it down!"

"Yes!"

Naranja also echoed expectantly: "What happened in the end?!"

"Behind."

Apache's expression was faintly embarrassed:

"There's nothing behind."

"there is none left?!"

Fuge, who had entered the irritable state, walked up to Apache, who was 188cm tall. He first stood on tiptoe to make up for his immature height, and then unceremoniously grabbed The Apache collar:
"What do you mean no more?!"

"Do you think you're filming a TV series?! If you play this kind of trick at a critical moment in the plot, you will kill yourself!!"

"no way."

Apache sighed helplessly.

He raised his hand and pointed to the ruins that had been ravaged by pieces of flesh until only rubble remained:
"The 'site' where the incident took place has been completely destroyed. "

"My melancholy blues reads the memory of the place where an event took place, and the two elements of "time" and "place" are indispensable. "

"Like now"

Apache moved Fugo's hand away:
"No matter how angry you are, the blues can't keep going on repeat."

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

It was like a gigantic mop, while perseveringly chasing and killing Li Qing, it also wiped away all traces left by Li Qing along the way.

"what."

"There is no other way?!"

Although he understood Apache's meaning, Fuge, who was overly expecting the follow-up plot, was still so angry that he wanted to jump:

"Rookie, your substitute is really useless!"

"Stop losing your temper."

When Bukara stopped the useless anger of his companion, he calmly said to Apache:
"Then what's next?"

"Is there any way to continue to track down that Li Qing?"

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

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

"As long as it travels, the traces of other people's existence should be completely eliminated."

"So, we can only look for more clues in the vicinity, and try to find the traces left by Li Qing when he got rid of the flesh and acted outside the battlefield—in any case, he must have come from that battlefield after the battle. What came out - the 'memory' of the battlefield can't be read, so just read the ones outside the battlefield."

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

"Well, that being the case"

Bugarati sighed softly:
"Fuge, Nalanja, Apache, we four split up and collect clues near the ruins."

"He just appeared here 10 minutes ago, and the time difference is not too far away. There may be witnesses around here who saw his movements at that time."

As always, he delivered the order cleanly.

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

Bugarati himself is also responsible for a direction.

But after the three companions left, there was a wave of fluctuation in his never wavering eyes:
"I hope I can find it."

"If that guy isn't dead."

Somehow, Bugarati suddenly had some hope that the person he was going to kill was alive.

2 minute later.

Apache separated from his teammates and searched outwards along the direction he was in charge of.

The search process is not ideal.

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

Along the way, he only saw one or two American soldiers searching for and picking up in the ruins. He asked a little in English with an accent, and in the end he only got a few unnutritious and impolite greetings.

However, Apache has another way to gamble on its search.

He can let the melancholy blues follow him, while moving and changing locations, while using the "fast forward" method to browse the memories of this land in the past 10 minutes.

This approach has not been effective for the time being.

Apaki had no choice but to replay the past events wherever he went with melancholy blues, while continuing to look for passersby to ask.

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

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

"He looked so embarrassed, obviously he had experienced the riot 10 minutes ago."

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

Apache, who had been a policeman, regained his professionalism, and soon sniffed out the clues from the embarrassed young man.

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

Maybe it was because Apache was dressed too trendy after he joined the gang, but for some reason, the young man stared at Apache with a very surprised look.

"kindness?"

Apaki faintly felt that something was wrong, but he suppressed this doubt and walked forward:

"Hello."

"Excuse me, did you see a bald-headed oriental man near here 10 minutes ago?"

"Forehead"

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

"Have never seen it?"

Apache asked with some concern.

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

The young man suddenly gathered his momentum and spoke loudly:
"It was so chaotic at the time, it was too late to escape, who has time to look at the bald head!"

"All right."

Apaki withdrew his gaze in disappointment, and was about to turn around and leave.

However, the doubts in his heart were even worse:
No, the situation is a bit strange.

That kid subconsciously avoided my eyes just now, and blinked his eyelids very quickly when he was speaking. These are all instinctive actions when people are lying.

and also
Why was he so surprised when he saw me for the first time?
Why was he staring at me like that?
Do not.
Apache carefully recalled the direction of the young man's eyes at that time, and his expression suddenly became dignified:

"He wasn't looking at me at all, he was looking at Blues!"

"this boy"

He stopped his leaving footsteps: "It's a stand-in messenger!"

(End of this chapter)