Are Any of Us Innocent?
With that conclusion, Austin quickly left. Before going, she glanced back at the fish tank.
When she had been hiding behind the fish tank just now, she had seen Huo En feeding the carnivorous fish with some fresh chunks of meat. She had always felt that... there was something wrong with that meat.
Nature was wondrous. It had endowed every species with different characteristics. Cattle, for example, had bright-red meat and white fat, but the tallow rendered from that white fat was slightly yellowish—very pale, almost impossible to notice.
Take chickens, for example. Their meat was relatively white, their fatty tissue yellow, and once rendered, the fat became a tender yellow.
And then there were... humans.
Human muscle was red, while human fat was yellow—much darker than a pure, bright yellow. If you saw fat tinged with a trace of red, it had to be human.
Other than humans, there seemed to be no species capable of having such yellow fat! There had seemed to be a small patch of dark-yellow fat on that piece of meat just now.
She had already reached the door, but then turned back. She pulled open the cabinet beneath the fish tank. Inside was an iron bucket, about half a meter deep with a wide opening, filled with bloody water.
The moment she pulled out the bucket, a strong stench rushed into her face—an overwhelmingly fishy smell.
Pay attention: it was not the smell of fish and mutton. It was simply fishy, with a faint odor of decay.
This was not beef, nor mutton, and certainly not pork. Austin prodded around inside with a pitchfork. There were still some chunks of meat, and a large amount of ice at the bottom.
The bloody water in the bucket should not