Chapter 232: Who's the Problem?
Rustle, rustle…
The sound of heavy objects being dragged echoed in the darkness, intertwined with the sounds of a viscous liquid dripping intermittently.
Levi grabbed at the corpse’s ankle with an indifferent expression, dragging it with him along the corridor. Soon, he came to a hole-in-a-wall.
The hole is fashioned in a way that is similar to a garbage passage of an apartment, but it was large enough to fit a large pig to slide down.
Stopping in front of the hole, he recalled his experience of being dragged into the depths of the slaughterhouse with an iron hook pierced through his body. His heart beat against his chest, and his breathing became labored and uneven.
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That night, Levi found himself waking up inside a cage.
The cage is made of welded steel, like a large cage made for dogs. He could barely move around inside of it.
His hand patted around the cage, feeling that it was covered with a coarse cloth. He couldn’t see anything outside, let alone the eerie darkness within the cage, and the air was filled with a nauseous, moldy stench.