The stone platform was a monolithic slab of iron-gray stone, the color darkest in the middle and towards the bottom, where it was so intense that it turned black. Taking a deep breath, there was a tang of bloodiness in the air. It inexplicably reminded Lin Suqing of the wooden block used by pork vendors at the market to chop bones—similarly stained with blood and flesh, bearing the most knife marks, and the deepest in color in the middle and lower sections.
Bloodstained? Could it also be due to blood?
He suddenly realized, the fishy smell emanating from the stone platform did indeed resemble the odor of blood...
Clearly, this room was not meant to be lived in. There was no bed, and even the bedding seemed to be laid out temporarily. Bedding? Could it be that the empty wardrobe was for storing the bedding?!
That would mean... that this room was occasionally lived in? But by whom?