Chapter 46 Replay Interruption

15:26.

Through the replay of Melancholy Blues, Abbacchio, 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 distorted.

"There is such a monster in Naples?!"

"Is this also a stand-in?"

Even the captain of the team, Bucciarati, who was a man of extraordinary character, couldn't help but feel a little uneasy about 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 seems to have no rationality at all. If left alone, it is likely to wreak havoc in Naples."

"So...what happened to it later? Did the bald guy's battle plan succeed?"

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

Bucciarati could do nothing but place his hopes on the hero who had stood up and fought the lump of meat twenty minutes ago.

What's funny is that this hero is also the target :

"Apache."

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

"clear."

Apache nodded, and turned Melancholy Blues back to the appearance of Li Qing twenty minutes ago, and ordered it to continue moving along the trajectory that Li Qing was moving at that time.

So, Melancholy Blues reproduced Li Qing's movements exactly:

It rode a non-existent motorcycle, speeding forward in a strange posture suspended in mid-air.

It turned the "accelerator" and the speed became faster and faster, leading Bucciarati and others to quickly approach the devastated battlefield.

Then…

The action of Melancholy Blues came to an abrupt halt.

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

Everyone was watching with great interest, and were caught off guard by the sudden "pause".

The calm and composed Bucciarati was fine, but the impatient Fugo immediately tore off his "cultured" disguise and turned to Abbacchio, shouting:

"Hey, newbie!"

"Why stop at this critical moment? Just keep playing!"

"yes!"

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

"later…"

Apache's expression seemed a little embarrassed:

“There’s nothing more behind.”

"there is none left?!"

Fugo, who was in a state of rage, walked up to the 188cm tall Abbasi with a clatter. He first stood on tiptoe to make up for his height that had not yet fully grown, and then grabbed Abbasi's collar without any hesitation:

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

"Do you think you're in a TV drama?! If you play this kind of trick at a crucial moment, you'll get yourself killed!!"

"no way."

Apache sighed helplessly.

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

"The [location] where the incident took place has been completely destroyed."

“My melancholic blues access the memory of a location where an event took place. Both the [time] and the [place] are essential.”

"Like now..."

Apache moved Fugo's hand away:

"No matter how angry you get, the Melancholy Blues can't keep playing again."

The destructive power of the meat chunks was so terrifying that no grass would grow wherever they went.

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

"What…"

"Is there nothing we can do about it?!"

Although he understood what Apache meant, Fugo was still so angry that he wanted to jump up and down because he was looking forward to the subsequent plot:

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

"Don't lose your temper."

Bukarati stopped his companion's useless anger and said to Abbazi calmly:

"So what do we do next?"

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

"This..." Apaki thought for a moment and said, "This area has been destroyed too thoroughly. The memory of the time '20 minutes ago' has been completely lost."

"Moreover, based on the destructive power displayed by that piece of meat..."

"Wherever it passes, all traces of other people's existence should be completely wiped out."

"So, we can only look for more clues nearby and try to find the traces left by Li Qing when he got rid of the meat block and moved outside the battlefield. No matter what, he must have left the battlefield after the battle. If we can't read the battlefield's 'memory', then we can just read the memory outside the battlefield."

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

"Well, in that case..."

Bucciarati sighed softly:

"Fugo, Naranja, Abbaki, the four of us will split up and search for clues around this ruin."

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

He gave the order cleanly and efficiently, as always.

Fuge and the others nodded, and then tacitly set out from three different directions, searching for traces of Li Qing's presence around the vast battlefield ruins.

Bucciarati himself also took charge of a direction.

After his three companions left, his eyes, which had never wavered, quietly showed a wave of fluctuations:

“I hope I can find it…”

"If that guy wasn't dead."

Somehow, Bucciarati suddenly hoped that the person he was going to kill was still alive.

※ ※※

Two minutes later.

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

The search was not going well.

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

As he walked along, he only saw one or two American soldiers searching in the ruins. He approached them and asked them in accented English, but in the end he only got a few meaningless and impolite greetings.

However, Apache has another way of searching that relies on luck.

He can have Melancholy Blues follow him, moving from place to place while using "fast forward" to browse the memories of the past twenty minutes on this land.

This approach has not yet been effective.

All Abbazi could do was to replay the past events of every place he had been to with the melancholy blues, while continuing to move forward to find passers-by to ask questions.

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

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

"He looks so disheveled, obviously he's been through the riot twenty minutes ago."

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

Abbacchio, who used to be a policeman, regained his professional qualities and soon smelled a clue from the disheveled 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 he joined the gang, the young man somehow stared at Apaki with a very surprised look.

"kindness?"

Abbaki felt something was wrong, but he suppressed his doubts and walked forward:

"Hello."

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

"Forehead…"

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

"Really?"