The police, with a look of disdain, grabbed the mop, towel, and garbage bin, and began cleaning up.
"Do you really have to? You vomit just like that, if you were in our profession, you would probably vomit to death," he said.
After a bout of violent vomiting, William Campbell's fear and anger reached their limits, he yelled, "You... you all are fucking psychos, why did you bring me here, what do you want to... do?"
Gabriel Johnny pulled out a pair of medical gloves and slowly put them on: "What do you think? This is an autopsy table, specifically for dissecting corpses."
William Campbell shouted: "But I'm not a corpse..."
His voice suddenly came to a halt, looking at Gabriel Johnny's eyes filled with fear: "You... you guys... you wouldn't be thinking of... turning me into a corpse, would you?"
Gabriel Johnny smirked: "Probably just what you're thinking."
"You... you you... are a forensic doctor..." William Campbell's voice was trembling uncontrollably.
