This basically foretells the author's ending.
Roughly being wrapped into a sausage, now probably waiting to dry in some sewer.
If you hold too much conscience while working in corporations, you probably won't survive long.
While silently mourning for the experimenter, Brother Dao glanced again at the sample materials soaking in the containers around him—meat, fat, and nutritional liquids of different ratios, meticulously arranged, with the tables and floors polished to a shine. Though the place was kept immaculately clean, the stench of blood persisted.
Is it human blood?
Or rotting flesh?
Even though the meat displayed a fresh, healthy red hue, Brother Dao looked at them as if they were tumors continuously writhing and growing, rooting themselves in every consumer.
Disgusting, nauseating.
He wanted to blow the place up, but he knew doing so was meaningless—it would only raise unnecessary alarms, prompting the company's leadership to prepare in advance to avoid exposure.
