The two police officers looked Mrs. Walton up and down. "You'd better be honest and not help the murderer hide the murder. You'd be an accomplice! An accomplice. Do you know what that means?"
Mr. Walton pulled a long face. "Nonsense! Don't scare my old lady like this. What accomplice? What corpse? We really don't know!" If they wanted to ask, so be it. Why did they have to scare her?! His old lady was soft and weak. She couldn't carry anyone on her shoulders. She was only a little fierce at home. What if she was frightened by such a strict question? Besides, the entire family was sleeping at five in the morning. Who would stroll outside!
Seeing that they refused to admit it, the police took out a few photos. "These are screenshots of the surveillance cameras."
