"Impossible!"
In the small apartment, the wife, Margery, saw the photo in the screenshot of the surveillance video and threw it back on the table, shaking her head and loudly saying:
"Impossible! He is definitely not my husband Nockvic!"
Luo An glanced at Chenier without speaking, and Chenier moved her chair next to Margery and asked softly:
"Margery, have you had any contact with your husband in the past eight hours?"
"No, but Nockvic goes out to earn money by driving people around every so often.
Because we worry about being charged along the way, we almost never call each other. This has happened many times, and I'm used to it..."
As she spoke, Margery's voice became smaller and her eyes redder, until she finally stopped talking, covered her face with her hands, and started sobbing quietly.
Luo An poured a glass of water and pushed it to her, and Chenier gently patted Margery's back, comforting her softly:
"I know this is very difficult for you, sorry..."
