Ann Is Angry

Ann was shocked. "Mr. Matt, you... You have a knife?"

"I just went to the crime scene," Matt explained slowly.

As soon as he spoke, everyone present instantly felt their hair stand on end. They looked at his white coat and the knife in his hand.

Finally, Kelly trembled as she hid behind Ann.

"Then... Did you just dissect ... a ... corpse?"

As soon as Kelly said this, no matter how festive the room was, it was inexplicably tainted with a sense of gloom.

Under the silent gazes of the crowd, Matt slowly picked up something that looked like a medical box on the ground.

He opened it slowly, and there was a row of neat knives and even a small drill.

"This is for dissecting the brain. This is for the chest and abdomen, and this is..." He pointed at his tools as he said.

"Alright, stop talking!" Ann stopped him in a trembling voice. "I want to vomit."