Soon, Molly's limbs were tied behind her back by several restraint tools including leather handcuffs, and she lay prone on the sofa.
Even so, she was still struggling, trying to get close to the brown paper bag containing the revolver on the coffee table.
"Luke..." Richard looked at his daughter, couldn't help feeling distressed, and whispered.
Luke raised his hand: "I can't hold her and talk to you all the time, I can only do this temporarily. In addition, I need to call a professional psychologist to check on Molly's situation. She has done psychological work for Molly before. Treatment, 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 keep her secret? "
When he said this, he couldn't help looking at the revolver again.
Luke: "She is a psychiatrist with professional ethics and will not disclose patient information at will."
After speaking, he walked out of the room and called Harry.
After briefly talking about what happened just now, Harley immediately said that he would come over immediately.
It wasn't that she was so enthusiastic, but that Molly's behavior seemed to be the result of some advanced hypnotic techniques.
Not everyone can do these advanced hypnotic techniques.
In fact, 99.99% of psychiatrists have never seen this advanced hypnosis.
For these psychiatrists, they are just like ordinary people, they are fantasy products that only exist in film and television works.
Ha Li, a woman with outstanding knowledge and appearance, relied on her own advantages, and by chance, she heard about this kind of thing from some bigwigs in the circle.
At this moment, a real case actually appeared in front of her eyes, how could she miss it.
Just as she put on the light blue windbreaker and picked up the keys, a woman's voice came from behind her: "Harry, aren't you resting today?"
While arranging her clothes, Harley said quickly: "Margaret, I have some good news for you. Do you remember the Luke detective in Los Angeles? Your friend Elsa's subordinate, he has something to ask me .”
Margaret was stunned: "He's on a business trip?"
Harry laughed: "No, both he and his boss Elsa have transferred to NYPD, aren't 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 they will keep your whereabouts secret. When I come back at night, we can discuss this matter again, ok?"
Margaret: "Great, I've been suffocating for the past few months. It feels like going to jail."
Harry opened the door: "Didn't you make a very speculative new friend at school? And it's better to go to jail than to sleep in the cemetery, at least you can still see the colorful colors, and your eyes will be black."
When Margaret heard this, her body shivered, as if she was frightened by the fact that she was lying alone in the coffin.
She didn't come to her senses until the sound of the door closing, "No, if you die, you won't be able to see anything! But lying on the ground alone, it feels really scary."
Speaking of this, she couldn't help shivering again: "Don't think about this, don't think about this, let's think about how to give Elsa a little surprise."
Luke here finished the phone call, walked into the room, and waved to Jessica: "Miss Jones, please come out."
Jessica groaned, then raised her head in a daze: "What?"
Luke: "I need to speak to you alone."
Jessica hesitated for a moment, then stood up and walked out the door, but her footsteps were a little hesitant.
Luke stood still at the corner of the stairs in the apartment building, and when she got close, he asked straightforwardly, "Do you have anything to say about what happened just now?"
Jessica bit her lip: "What do you mean?"
Luke no longer had a smile on his face at this moment, and his expression was very indifferent: "I agreed with your point of view before and thought it was a good choice to let Molly's family leave, but it turns out that I was wrong and you were wrong. Escape cannot solve the problem , will only produce a greater tragedy. Therefore, I must ask you once formally: Miss Jones, what clues do you have to tell me about that Kilgrave."
Jessica's lips trembled, and her hands unconsciously surrounded herself, as if she was a little cold.
Luke watched this young and beautiful woman quietly.
She has long black hair, slightly curly, fair skin, red lips, and exquisite facial features. She is a beauty that meets most people's aesthetics.
Her upper body is a black sweater with a black short leather jacket, a large gray scarf, and a pair of gray blue skinny jeans on her lower body, covering her small but tight buttocks. She is lazy and decadent with a touch of sensuality.
Coupled with her trembling all over at this moment, she is even more pitiful, and it is easy to arouse a man's desire to protect.
Luke didn't feel anything at the moment.
He has seen a lot of beautiful women, from radiant stars like Jennifer Perry and Sheila, to daughters with excellent self-cultivation and temperament like Ginny and Karen Thompson, to Elizabeth and Dea's Papa. A capable and heroic female police detective like Detective Elmer is no worse than this one.
Not to mention that there is Selena at home whose overall image and temperament are constantly improving. He is very resistant to beautiful women, especially when he is working.
That what Kilgrave almost caused a family tragedy under his nose, Luke's unhappiness is rising day by day.
He would not take his anger out on the woman in front of him, she should also be one of Kilgrave's victims, but he also had to know what the change wanted to do.
Or, what has he ever done
Jessica was silent for a while.
Luke continued to attack: "Miss Jones, you have also seen the situation just now. You said before that it was for the benefit of Molly's family that you didn't know. I believed it. But now, we and them have been witnesses. Ignorance is the most dangerous thing."
Seeing Jessica's changing expression, he continued to increase: "I have no intention of forcing you to tell everything, but at least you can tell me the clues you are willing to tell, and I will never ask about other things."
Jessica lowered her head and leaned her body against the wall behind her, rubbing one toe unconsciously on the ground.
After a while, she finally spoke: "His name is Zebdia Kilgrave. He has a special ability to control others and do everything he wants them to do."
After saying this, she fell silent again.
Luke pondered for a moment, and asked, "How time-sensitive is this kind of control? Will the person under control remember what happened when they were controlled?"
Jessica's body trembled again, and some words suddenly came out of her mouth: "Main Street, Birch Street, Higgins Road, Colbert Road..."