Thales turned his head back and forth expressionlessly and moved his gaze.

Centering on the barber shop, along different streets and roads, and out of sight, he quickly delineated three areas. In such a short period of time, Slimani was most likely to have escaped to these places.

three areas.

But...how to confirm?

How to confirm?

【not enough.】

Thales suddenly remembered that the Bone Cage was there. Jonah Cannon, the former scout of the Royal Guard, relied on his hearing and memory to identify the footsteps of the Shadow Shield assassin in the darkness.

Just steps.

pace.

Simply amazing.

【not enough.】

Snapped!

The sin of the Hell River burned brighter and brighter, crackling like a true flame.

Thales closed his eyes instinctively.

The power of ending continued to burn, they merged into his brain, and then poured into his ears.

Thales was startled and opened his eyes suddenly!

boom!

A loud bang exploded in his ears. Thales subconsciously covered his ears, his expression was painful and overwhelmed.

No, not to the ears.

But...

Thales raised his head with difficulty:

It was two streets away, and the sound of wheels crossing the road was as terrifying to Thales as the explosion of eternal oil.

Whoosh!

This is a woman washing her clothes by the river.

Each bristle on the brush is tightly attached to the clothes and rubs against every thread mercilessly. It is as thrilling as countless snows rolling down from the mountain peaks.

Wow

This is two coachmen arguing about a collision.

Their tongues smacked between their lips, their vocal cords vibrated in their throats, and the air rubbed between their teeth. Every sound they made sounded like thunder, like a giant roaring, earth-shattering.

Snapped!

Here are some children playing war games with branches.

The branches collided crisply, and the branches cracked along the texture, but like deep grooves opening in the earth, extending countless times until the land cracked and sank, and the world collapsed at the end.

Ding!

Bang!

Crack!

Wow!

In an instant, the sound coming from his line of sight was amplified countless times, with no focus or omission, as if it was happening right next to his ears, rumbling in one place.

Like endless tinnitus.

Thales was trembling all over, his face turned earth-colored.

As the world was spinning, he could no longer hold on and fell to the ground with a thud.

Ahhh!

Thales shouted in pain in his heart.

In just a few seconds, countless noises, far more harsh than before, came like a tsunami, stimulating his senses.

Black sword...

Black Sword, how did he do it?

Although it is different from his own method, the Black Sword must have been like this when he relied on the Sin of Hell River to sense vibrations and detect the Blood Magician. In an instant, he had to endure a massive amount of information from all directions, amplified countless times?

But that guy, how did that guy endure all this?

【not enough.】

The voice in his heart reminded him mechanically.

That's right, it will be soon.

Bear with it a little longer.

Just one more time.

Thales thought so, gritted his teeth and endured, and stood up tremblingly.

He has seen and heard everything around him.

Soon.

We are about to find...Slimani!

For this reason, he had no time to care about anything else.

【not enough.】

Thales was breathing rapidly. He urged himself to concentrate, burned the power of termination, tried to focus his auditory senses on the three areas he had just designated, and continued to search for the sounds he wanted.

This time, Jiehe's sin was at his fingertips and seemed willing to obey his choice.

Like a beast that has been trapped in a cage for too long, it finally breaks free and runs free.

It is extremely excited, extremely crazy, burning in the body, and the flames crackle.

【not enough.】

It was also at this moment that a thought flashed through Thales's heart:

In the past, the sins of the Hell River in his body were like mist, trickle or gurgling water, thin and fragile.

But since when did it become a blazing flame, burning endlessly, hot and violent?

when?

Why, why did he, as the master and user of the power of termination, not notice?

But Thales had no time to think about it.

【not enough.】

Amidst the torment of countless terrifying sounds coming from the three areas, Thales was like a rower struggling to row a boat, trying to identify a trace of clear current:

Indistinct chatter, messy arguments, screeching wheels, noisy frolics, barking dogs...

Fortunately, with patience and habit, and perhaps thanks to years of experience using hell's senses, he gradually got the hang of it.

He slowly found order in the chaos, categorized the information and found order.

Not this, not that, not, not at all. What he is looking for is...

【not enough.】

Following Thales' thoughts, the flames burning from the Hell River Sin moved at the same time, turning as if consciously!

Ahhh!

At that moment, Thales's expression was extremely distorted by pain.

This time, they entered deeper levels of the brain. In addition to bringing more intense burning and pain, they also awakened and contacted Thales' memory:

Not long ago, memories of Srimani's walking rhythm, the speed of his steps, the friction between his soles and the ground, even the frequency of his breathing, and the sound of his clothes rubbing against each other were pulled out of the sea of ​​memory and faded into blur.

It becomes clearer and clearer, becoming a standard and unmistakable sound template, like the sound template in front of you.

Thales closed his eyes tightly and frowned.

In the three areas, look for a template.

Just one piece.

Footsteps, breathing, friction...

【not enough.】

The sin of the Hell River is blazing and boundless. It leads Thales' hearing and memory to converge into a burning bat in his mind, flying through the streets and roads he just observed, accepting countless sounds, and observing every moment.

Every corner, absorbing thousands of details:
To be continued...