Soon, Molly was tied up with several restraints including leather handcuffs and laid prone on the sofa.
Even so, she was still struggling hard, trying to get closer to the brown paper bag containing the revolver on the coffee table.
"Luke..." Richard couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw his daughter's appearance, and called out softly.
Luke raised his hand: "I can't keep holding her down and talking to you. This can only be done temporarily. In addition, I need to call a professional psychologist to check on Molly's condition. She has done psychological treatment for Molly before. Do you agree?"
Richard and his wife Novena looked at each other, then looked at their struggling daughter and the revolver on the table. After a moment of silence, Richard nodded with difficulty: "I agree. But... can you let her keep it a secret?"
As he said this, he couldn't help but look at the revolver again.
Luke: "She is a psychologist with professional ethics and will not disclose patient information at will."
After saying that, he walked out of the room and called Harry.
After briefly explaining what had just happened, Harry immediately said he would come right over.
It's not that she is very enthusiastic, but Molly's behavior seems to be the result of some advanced hypnosis techniques.
These advanced hypnosis techniques are not something that everyone can do.
In fact, 99.99% of psychologists have never seen this advanced hypnosis.
To these psychologists, they are just like ordinary people, fantasy products that only exist in movies and TV shows.
Harley was a woman of outstanding knowledge and appearance. With her own advantages, she had heard about this kind of thing from some bigwigs in the circle by chance.
At this moment, there was actually a real case appearing before her, how could she miss it.
Just as she put on her light blue windbreaker and picked up her keys, a woman's voice came from behind her: "Harley, aren't you taking a day off today?"
While sorting out her clothes, Harley said quickly, "Margaret, I have good news for you. Do you remember Detective Luke in Los Angeles? He's your friend Elsa's subordinate, and he wants to see me."
Margaret was stunned: "He's here on business?"
Harley laughed, "No, he and his boss Elsa have both been transferred to NYPD. Are they happy?"
Margaret: "What? Elsa is here too? Then..."
Harry knew what she was thinking and nodded directly: "You can contact them. They are trustworthy people and will keep your whereabouts secret. When I come back in the evening, we will discuss this matter again, ok?"
Margaret: "That's great. These past few months have been so suffocating for me. It feels like being in prison."
Harry opened the door. "You made a new friend at school who you get along with very well. And being in jail is better than sleeping in a graveyard. At least you can see colorful things, while your eyes are completely dark."
Margaret shuddered when she heard this, as if she was frightened by the sight of herself lying alone in the coffin.
When the door closed, she came to her senses. "No, if I die, I won't be able to see anything! But, lying alone on the ground, that feels really scary."
At this point, she couldn't help but shudder again: "Don't think about that, don't think about that, let's think about how to give Elsa a little surprise."
Luke finished his call, walked into the house, and waved to Jessica: "Ms. Jones, please come out for a moment."
Jessica uttered an ah and looked up in confusion: "What?"
Luke: "I need to talk to you alone."
Jessica hesitated, then stood up and walked out the door, but her steps were a little hesitant.
Luke stood at the corner of the stairs in the apartment building. When she came closer, he asked directly, "Do you have anything to say about what just happened?"
Jessica bit her lip: “You, what do you mean?”
Luke no longer had a smile on his face, and his expression was very indifferent: "I agreed with your point of view before, and thought that letting Molly's family leave was a good choice, but the facts proved that I was wrong, and you were wrong too. Escaping will not solve the problem, but will only lead to greater tragedy. Therefore, I must formally ask you once: Miss Jones, do you have any other clues about Kilgrave that you can tell me?"
Jessica's lips trembled, and she hugged herself unconsciously with her hands, seeming to be a little cold.
Luke stared at the young and beautiful woman quietly.
She has long, slightly curly, jet-black hair, fair skin, bright red lips, and delicate facial features. She is a beauty that meets most people's aesthetic standards.
She wore a black sweatshirt over a black short leather jacket, a large gray scarf, and gray-blue tight jeans that covered her small but tight buttocks. She looked lazy and decadent, yet a little sensual.
Coupled with the fact that she was trembling all over at the moment, she looked even more pitiful, which could easily arouse a man's desire to protect her.
Luke felt nothing at the moment.
He has seen a lot of beautiful women, from shining superstars like Jennifer Perry and Sheila, to well-educated and elegant rich girls like Ginny and Karen Thompson, to capable and heroic female detectives like Elizabeth and Agent Palmer of the DEA, none of them is inferior to this one.
Not to mention that he has Selena at home, whose overall image and temperament are constantly improving. He is very resistant to beautiful women, especially at work.
That Kilgrave almost caused a family tragedy right under his nose, and Luke was becoming increasingly unhappy.
He would not vent his anger on the woman in front of him, as she was probably one of Kilgrave's victims, but he also needed to know what the villain wanted to do.
Or, what had he done
Jessica was silent for a while.
Luke continued his attack: "Ms. Jones, you saw what happened just now. Before, you said that you didn't know about it for the good of Molly's family, and I believed you. But now, we and they have witnessed it. It is most dangerous to know nothing about Kilgrave."
Looking at Jessica's changing expression, he continued to add: "I have no intention of forcing you to tell me everything, but at least you can tell me the clues that you are willing to tell me. I will never ask about other things."
Jessica lowered her head and leaned against the wall behind her, one toe rubbing against the ground unconsciously.
After a moment, she finally spoke: "His name is Zebediah Kilgrave. He has some special ability that allows him to control others and make them do whatever he wants."
After saying this, she fell silent again.
Luke pondered for a moment and asked, "How long does this kind of control last? Will the person being controlled remember what happened while being controlled?"
Jessica's body trembled more violently, and she suddenly recited some words: "Main Street, Birch Street, Higgins Road, Colbert Road..."