15:26.

Through the replay of the melancholy blues, Apaji, Bugarati and others saw what happened to Li Qing twenty minutes ago:

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

"In the city of Naples... There is such a monster?! ”

"Is this also a stand-in?"

Even Bugarati, the leader of the team with a strong heart, couldn't help but feel a palpitation at the existence of this piece of meat.

And as the de facto guardian of Naples, he couldn't help but start worrying about the fate of the city:

"This piece of meat looks irrational, and if left unchecked, it could have wreaked havoc in Naples."

"So... What happened to it, did the bald man's battle plan succeed? ”

No matter how worried you are, this is already a thing of the past twenty minutes ago.

Bugarati couldn't do anything but pin his hopes on the hero who had stepped forward to fight the meat block twenty minutes earlier.

And the funny thing is that this hero is still the target of his mission:

"Apaki."

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

"Understood."

Apache nodded, and then made the melancholy blues change back to Li Qing's appearance twenty minutes ago, and ordered it to continue to move according to the trajectory that Li Qing was traveling at that time.

As a result, the melancholy blues accurately restored Li Qing's actions at that time:

It rode a non-existent motorcycle, and in an eerie posture suspended in mid-air, it sped forward.

It twisted the "throttle", and the speed became faster and faster, leading Bugarati and others to quickly approach that messy battlefield.

And then...

The action of the melancholy blues comes to an abrupt end.

It came to a screeching halt outside the rubble of masonry and rubble, like a water-soaked cassetted cassette.

Everyone saw that it was the rise, and they were immediately beaten by this sudden "pause".

The calm Bugarati was fine, but the impatient Fuge immediately tore off his disguise as a "cultural person", turned his head and yelled at Apachi:

"Hey, newcomer!"

"Stop and do something at the critical moment, play it down!"

"yes!"

Naranga also echoed expectantly: "What the hell happened behind the scenes?!" ”

"Back..."

Apaji's expression was faintly embarrassed:

"Not in the back."

"Nothing?!"

Furgar, who had entered a state of irritability, walked up to Apaki, who was 188cm tall, and first stood on tiptoe slightly to make up for his immature height, and then unceremoniously grabbed Apaki's collar:

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

"Do you think you're making a TV series?! When the plot is played at a critical moment, you will kill yourself!! ”

"No way."

Apaki sighed helplessly.

He raised his hand and pointed to the ruins that had been ravaged by pieces of flesh and only rubble:

"The 'place' where the incident took place has been completely destroyed."

"My melancholy blues reads memories of the location of an event, and the two elements of 'time' and 'place' are indispensable."

"As it is..."

Apachi removed Fugar's hand:

"No matter how angry you are, there's no way to keep replaying Melancholy Blues."

The destructive power of the pieces of meat is so terrifying that it can be said that there is no grass everywhere it goes.

It is like a huge mop, while persevering in chasing Li Qing, it also erases all the traces left by Li Qing along the way.

"What..."

"There's no way around it?!"

Although he understood what Apaki meant, Fugg, who was overly expectant about the follow-up plot, was so angry that he wanted to jump to his feet:

"Newcomer, your stand-in is really useless!"

"Don't lose your temper."

Bugara stopped his companion's useless anger at the mention, and said to Apaki in a calm tone:

"So what's next?"

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

"This—" Apaki thought for a moment and said, "this area has been so completely destroyed that the memory of the time '20 minutes ago' has been completely broken. ”

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

"Wherever it has traveled, all traces of other people's existence should be erased."

"Therefore, we can only look for more clues in the vicinity, and strive to find the traces left by Li Qing when he was acting outside the battlefield after getting rid of the meat piece - in any case, he must come out of that battlefield after the battle - the 'memory' of the battlefield can't be read, so just read the outside of the battlefield."

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

"Well, in that case..."

Bugalati sighed softly:

"Fugar, Naranga, and Apaki, the four of us split up to gather clues around this ruin."

"He just appeared here twenty minutes ago, and the time difference is not too far, and there may be witnesses in the vicinity who saw his movements."

As always, he gave the order cleanly.

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

Bugalati himself was also in charge of one direction.

And after the three companions left, his unwavering eyes quietly swelled up with a fluctuation:

"I hope I can find it..."

"If that guy hadn't died."

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

.......................................

Two minutes later.

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

The search process was not ideal.

Local residents and tourists have long since fled due to the riots, and it is not easy to find a passerby to ask for clues.

Along the way, he only saw one or two soldiers of the United States who were searching through the rubble, and they came forward to ask a little in accented English, and finally received only a few unnutritious and very impolite greetings.

However, Apaki has another way to bet on his luck.

He can let Melancholy Blues follow him, moving and changing locations while "fast-forwarding" through the memories of the land for the past twenty minutes.

This approach has not been effective for the time being.

Apache had to take the melancholy blues replay with him wherever he went, and keep walking in search of passers-by to ask.

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

The guy sat on the side of the road with a gloomy face and muttered to himself, his simple green shirt was stained with dust, and his slightly green face was slightly red and swollen, as if he had just been beaten up not long ago.

"He looked so embarrassed, obviously after the riot twenty minutes ago."

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

Apaki, who had worked as a police officer, regained his professionalism and quickly sniffed out clues from the embarrassed young man.

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

Probably because Apaki was dressed too fashionably after joining the gang, the young man somehow stared at Apaki with a very surprised gaze.

"Huh?"

Apaki vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he still suppressed this doubt and stepped forward:

"Hello."

"Twenty minutes ago, did you see a bald Oriental in this neighborhood?"

"Uh..."

The young man bowed his head and avoided Apakina's questioning gaze, and replied hesitantly, "No, I haven't seen it." ”

"Haven't you seen it?"

Apachi asked with some concern.

"I said no, no, no!"

The young man suddenly puffed up his momentum and shouted:

"At that time, it was like that, it was too late to escape, who had time to look at any bald heads!"

"Well..."

Apaki withdrew his gaze with some disappointment, and prepared to turn away.

However, the doubts in his heart were even worse:

No, the situation is a little strange.

The kid had just subconsciously avoided my eyes, and his eyelids blinked quickly when he spoke, which is a subconscious action when a person is lying.

And also...

Why was he so surprised when he first saw me?

Why was he staring at me so much?

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 the blues!"

"This kid..."

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