I was a butcher. Every day, I had to slaughter pigs.
The boss said I was a loyal servant, while the chef cursed me as a vile beast. I loved pigs. Every day, I slaughtered pigs—killing the piglets that tried to escape, catching the sows that begged for mercy, hacking to death the boars that resisted, and castrating one pig after another.
There were many wild boars on the Fifth Floor. Their tempers were so vicious that they were unbearable. The pigs on the Fourth Floor were better—fat, obedient, and unwilling to resist arrest.
A crooked line of writing appeared on a metal fragment dug out of the butcher's ashes.
"What a load of nonsense."
Jiang Qiao could not help laughing.
He could more or less understand it. The so-called "pigs" likely referred to the living people in the hotel. This passage revealed at least four useful pieces of information.
The first was that this hotel had not only a kitchen, but also a chef and a boss.
The chef might have been the butcher's colleague. After all, when the butcher appeared, it had also been wearing a chef's uniform. Perhaps its job was to slaughter all kinds of fresh ingredients in the kitchen.
What truly deserved attention was the "boss" it mentioned.
Did this so-called boss refer to its immediate superior, or the mastermind controlling the hotel from behind the scenes?
The second was that it mentioned many wild boars on the Fifth Floor.
Wild boars possessed far fiercer instincts and far greater attacking power than domesticated pigs. This clearly meant that there were Awakened on the Fifth Floor, and their strength was not poor. He had also sensed this from the living person who had just run past the crossroads.
That person's strength was probably at the