Eight Hundred and Ninety-Five Chapters Call Harley, Talk Alone

Soon, Molly was bound by several restraint tools, including leather handcuffs, and she was lying on the sofa.

Even so, she struggled hard, trying to get close to the kraft paper bag holding 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 keep talking with her, I can only do this temporarily. In addition, I need to call a professional psychiatrist to check on Molly's condition. She has done psychiatry 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: "Agree. But... can you keep her secret? ?"

When he said this, he couldn't help but look at the revolver.

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 explaining what happened just now, Harry immediately said that he would come over immediately.

It's not how enthusiastic she is, but Molly's behavior seems to be the result of some advanced hypnotism.

Not everyone can do these advanced hypnosis techniques.

In fact, 99.99% of psychiatrists have never seen such advanced hypnosis with their own eyes.

For these psychiatrists, just like ordinary people, they are fantasy products that only exist in film and television works.

Harley is a woman with outstanding knowledge and appearance. With her own advantages, she only heard of this kind of thing from some bigwigs in the circle by chance.

At this moment, a real case actually appeared in front of her eyes, how could she miss it.

Just when she put on the light blue windbreaker of her coat and took the key, a woman's voice came from behind her: "Harry, aren't you resting today?"

While sorting her clothes, Hallie said quickly, "Margaret, I have good news for you. Do you remember Detective Luke in Los Angeles? Your friend Elsa's subordinate, he has something to do with me. ."

Margaret was stunned: "He came on a business trip?"

Harry laughed: "No,

He and his boss Elsa have been transferred to NYPD, are you 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 a secret about your whereabouts. When I come back in the evening, let's discuss this 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 good new friend at school. And it's better to go to jail than to sleep in a cemetery, at least you can see the colorful colors, and your eyes are black."

When Margaret heard the words, her body shuddered, and she seemed to be frightened by the fact that she was lying in the coffin alone.

When the door was closed, she came back to her senses: "No, if you die, you won't be able to see anything! But lying on the ground alone is really scary."

Speaking of which, 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 snorted and raised her head blankly: "What?"

Luke: "I need to talk to you alone."

Jessica hesitated, then stood up and walked out the door, but her footsteps were a little hesitant.

Luke stood still at the corner of the stairs of the apartment building, and when she got close, he asked straightly, "Do you have anything to say about what happened just now?"

Jessica bit her lip: "What do you mean?"

Luke has no smile on his face at this moment, and his expression is 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 turned out that I was wrong, and you were wrong. Escape can't solve the problem. , will only lead to greater tragedy. So, I must ask you formally: Miss Jones, what else can you tell me about that Kilgrave."

Jessica's lips trembled, her hands wrapped around her unconsciously, and she seemed a little cold.

Luke watched this young and beautiful woman quietly.

She has long black hair, slightly curly, fair skin, red lips, and delicate facial features. She is a great beauty that fits most people's aesthetics.

Her upper body is a black sweater over a black short leather jacket, plus a large gray scarf, and a pair of gray-blue skinny jeans on the lower body, wrapping her small but tight buttocks, and she is lazy and decadent with a touch of sensibility.

Coupled with her trembling appearance at the moment, she is even more pitiful, and it is easy to stimulate a man's desire to protect.

Luke felt nothing at the moment.

He has seen a lot of beautiful women, from radiant stars like Jennifer Perry and Sheila, to well-bred young ladies like Ginny and Karen Thompson, to Elizabeth and DEA's Pardon. A capable and heroic female detective like Detective Ermer is no worse than this one.

Not to mention that there is still a Selena in the family 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 was rising.

He won't take anger at the woman in front of him, she should also be one of Kilgrave's victims, but he also needs to know what that change wants to do.

Or, what has he ever done?

Jessica was silent for a while.

Luke continued to attack: "Miss Jones, you have seen the situation just now. You said before that it was for the good of Molly's family, and I believed it. But now, we and they have been witnesses to Kilgrave. Ignorance is the most dangerous."

Looking at Jessica's changing expression, he continued to add: "I have no intention of forcing you to tell everything, but at least you can tell me the clues you are willing to tell me, and I will never ask about other things."

Jessica lowered her head and leaned against the wall behind her, one toe rubbing unconsciously on the ground.

After a while, she finally spoke: "His name is Zebdia Kilgrave, and he has some kind of 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 is the timeliness of this control? Will the controlled person remember what happened when they were controlled?"

The shaking of Jessica's body became stronger again, and some words suddenly came out of her mouth: "Main Street, Birch Street, Higgins Road, Colbert Road..."

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