Very soon, Molly's limbs were tied up with leather handcuffs and she was lying on the sofa.
Even so, she was still struggling to get close to the paper bag on the coffee table that held the revolver.
"Luke …" Richard couldn't help but feel sorry for his daughter, and he called out softly.
Luke raised his hand. "I can't hold her down forever to talk to you. This is all I can do for now. Also, I need to call a professional psychiatrist over to check on Molly. She's treated Molly before. Do you agree? "
Richard and his wife, Novena, looked at each other, then at their struggling daughter and the revolver on the table. After a moment of silence, Richard nodded with difficulty. "Yes. But … can she keep it a secret? "
As he said that, he couldn't help but look at the revolver again.
Luke said, "She's a psychiatrist with professional ethics. She won't divulge a patient's information."
With that, he walked out of the room and called Haley.
After briefly explaining what had happened, Haley immediately said that she would come over right away.
It wasn't that she was enthusiastic, but that Molly's behavior seemed to be a result of some advanced hypnosis.
These advanced hypnosis techniques were not something that just anyone could do.
In fact, 99.99% of psychiatrists had never seen such advanced hypnosis with their own eyes.
For these psychiatrists, they were the same as ordinary people; they were fantasies that only existed in movies and TV shows.
Haley was an outstanding woman with outstanding knowledge and appearance. She had only heard about this kind of thing from some bigwigs in the circle by chance.
At that moment, a real case had appeared in front of 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. "Haley, aren't you off today?"
As Haley straightened her clothes, she quickly said, "Margaret, I have good news for you. Do you remember Detective Luke from Los Angeles? He's a subordinate of your friend Elsa. He's looking for me. "
Margaret was stunned. "He's here on a business trip?"
Haley smiled. "No, he and his boss, Elsa, have been transferred to NYPD. Are you happy?"
Margaret asked, "What? Elsa is here too? Then … "
Haley knew what she was thinking and nodded. "You can contact them. They are trustworthy people and will keep your whereabouts a secret. When I come back tonight, we can discuss this again, okay? "
Margaret said, "That's great. I've been bored to death these past few months. It feels like I'm in prison."
Haley opened the door. "Didn't you make a new friend at school? Besides, being in prison is better than sleeping in a graveyard. At least you can see colors and not be in the dark. "
Hearing that, Margaret shuddered, as though she was frightened by the sight of lying in the coffin alone.
When she heard the sound of the door closing, she came back to her senses. "No, I can't see anything if I'm dead! However, the feeling of lying on the ground alone is really scary. "
At this point, she couldn't help but shiver again. "Don't think about that. Let's think about how to surprise Elsa."
After the call, Luke walked into the house and waved at Jessica. "Miss Jones, please come out for a moment."
JESSICA raised her head in confusion. "What?"
Luke said, "I need to talk to you in private."
After a brief hesitation, Jessica stood up and walked out the door, but her steps were a little hesitant.
Standing at the corner of the stairs, Luke waited for her to approach before he cut to the chase. "Do you have anything to say about what just happened?"
Jessica bit her lip. "What do you mean?"
Luke was no longer smiling, and his expression was indifferent. "I agreed with you before, and thought it was a good choice to let Molly and her family leave. But it turns out that I was wrong, and so were you. Running away won't solve the problem, and will only lead to greater tragedy. So, I have to ask you this formally: Miss Jones, what other clues can you tell me about Kilgrave? "
Jessica's lips trembled, and she subconsciously wrapped her arms around herself, as if she were cold.
Luke stared at the young and beautiful woman in silence.
She had long black hair that was slightly curly, fair skin, and red lips. Coupled with her exquisite facial features, she was a great beauty who met most people's standards of beauty.
She was wearing a black hoodie over a short black leather jacket and a big gray scarf. She was wearing a pair of tight grayish-blue jeans that wrapped around her small but perky butt. She looked lazy and dispirited, but also a little sensual.
Coupled with her trembling body, she looked even more pitiful, and could easily arouse a man's desire to protect her.
Luke, however, didn't feel anything at that moment.
He had seen his fair share of beautiful women, from dazzling stars like Jennifer Perry and Sheila, to cultured and elegant ladies like Jenny and Karen Thompson, to capable and heroic female detectives like Elizabeth and Agent Palmer from the DEA. None of them were inferior to this one.
Not to mention, there was Selina at home, whose overall image and temperament were constantly improving. He was very resistant to beautiful women, especially at work.
That Kilgrave had almost caused a family tragedy right under his nose, and Luke was getting more and more displeased.
He wouldn't vent his anger on the woman in front of him. She was probably one of Kilgrave's victims, but he had to know what that pervert was up to.
Or, what had he done in the past?
Jessica didn't say anything for a long time.
Luke continued. "Miss Jones, you saw what happened just now. I believed you when you said that you didn't know anything for the sake of Molly's family. But now, we've experienced it firsthand. Not knowing anything about Kilgrave is the most dangerous thing. "
Looking at Jessica's changing expression, he continued. "I have no intention of forcing you to tell me everything, but at least tell me the clues that you're willing to tell me. I won't ask anything else."
Jessica lowered her head and leaned against the wall behind her, her toes subconsciously rubbing against the ground.
A moment later, she finally said, "His name is Zebediah Kilgrave. He has a special ability that allows him to control others and make them do whatever he wants."
After saying that, she fell silent again.
Pondering for a moment, Luke asked, "How effective is this control? Will the person who is being controlled remember what happened? "
Jessica's body trembled violently again, and she suddenly recited some words. "Main Street, Birch Street, Higgins Road, Cobert Avenue …"
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