15:26.

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

He was fighting, and in order to "save the world", he fought a terrifying monster with a huge body, bloated body and distorted shape.

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

"Is this a stand-in too?"

Even the captain of the team, Bugalati, who was extremely keen, couldn't help but feel palpitations for 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 it is left alone, it is likely to be a big destruction in Naples."

"So what happened to it later? Did that bald man's combat plan succeed?"

No matter how worried I am, this is already a past that happened twenty minutes ago.

Bugalati couldn't do anything, so he could only pin his hopes on the hero who stood up to fight the meat cubes twenty minutes ago.

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

“Apaki.”

Bugalati said in a complicated tone: "Continue playing down and see what's going on later."

"clear."

Apaki nodded, then turned the melancholy blues back to the appearance of Li Qing twenty minutes ago, and ordered it to continue moving downwards according to the trajectory of Li Qing's progress at that time.

So, the melancholy blues restored Li Qing's actions at that time:

It rode a motorcycle that did not exist and galloped forward in a strange posture suspended in mid-air.

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

Then

The melancholy blues movements came to an abrupt end.

It stopped outside the ruins full of bricks and rubble, like a used cassette damaged by soaking in water.

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

The calm Bugalati was fine, but the impatient Fuge immediately tore off his "cultural person" disguise, turned around and urged Apaki and shouted:

"Hey, newcomer!"

"Stop and do what to do at critical moments, play it down!"

"yes!"

Nalanga also echoed with anticipation: "What happened next?!"

"later"

Apaki's expression seemed a little embarrassed:

“No more behind.”

"there is none left?!"

Fuge, who entered a state of irritability, walked to Apaki, who was 188m tall. He first tiptoed to make up for his not yet fully mature height, and then he grabbed Apaki's collar without hesitation:

"What does it mean to be gone?!"

"Do you think you are filming a TV series?! Playing such tricks at critical moments will kill yourself!!"

"no way."

Apaki sighed helplessly.

He raised his hand and pointed to the ruins that were ravaged by the meat and left with only gravel rubble:

"The "location" where the incident happened at that time has been completely destroyed."

"My melancholy blues read the memory of the location of an event, and the two elements of "time" and "place" are indispensable."

“Like it is now”

Apaki moved Fog's hand away:

"No matter how angry you are, the melancholy blues can't continue to replay."

The destructive power of the meat is too terrifying, and no grass grows wherever you go.

It was like an extremely huge mop. While chasing Li Qing, it also wiped out all the traces left by Li Qing along the way.

"What"

"There is nothing to do with this?"

Although I understood what Apaki meant, Fuge, who had too much anticipated the follow-up plot, was still so angry that he wanted to jump:

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

"Stop losing your temper."

Bugalati stopped his companion's useless anger in time and said to Apaki in a calm tone:

"What should I do next?"

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

"This," Apaki thought about it, and said, "This area was destroyed too thoroughly, and the memory of this time was completely broken '20 minutes ago'."

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

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

"So, we can only find more clues nearby and try to find the traces left by Li Qing when he got rid of the meat and was operating outside the battlefield. No matter what, after the battle, he must not be able to read the 'memory' of the battlefield that came out of that battlefield after the battle, so just read the outside of the battlefield."

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

"Okay, since that's the case"

Bugalati sighed softly:

"Fog, Nalanga, Apaki, we four acted separately and collected clues near this ruin."

"He just appeared here twenty minutes ago, and the time difference is not too far. Maybe there are witnesses nearby who have seen his movements at that time."

As always, he gave the orders cleanly.

Fuge and others nodded one after another, and tacitly set out from three different directions, looking for traces of Li Qing's existence around this vast battlefield ruin.

Bugalati himself was also responsible for one direction.

After the three companions left, a wave suddenly surged out of his unshakable eyes:

"Hopefully find it"

"If that guy isn't dead."

Somehow, Bugalati suddenly hoped that the person he was going to kill was alive

Two minutes later.

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

The search process is not ideal.

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

He walked along the way and saw one or two American soldiers searching in the ruins. He stepped forward and asked in English with an accent, and finally got only a few unnutritious and very rude greetings.

However, Apaki has another way to search for luck.

He could let melancholy blues follow him, moving to change locations while browsing the memories left by the land in the past twenty minutes of the past twenty minutes.

This method has not yet achieved results.

Apaki had to replay the past 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:

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

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

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

Apaki, who had been a policeman, regained his professional qualities and soon smelled the scent of clues from the young man who was in a mess.

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

Perhaps because Apaki was dressed too trendy after joining the gangster, the young man somehow stared at Apaki with a very surprised look.

"kindness?"

Apaki felt something was wrong, but he suppressed the doubt and walked forward:

"Hello."
To be continued...