Super Detective in the Fictional World

Soon, Molly was tied back to her limbs by several restraints, including leather handcuffs, and lay down on the couch.

Even so, she struggled hard to get close to the coffee table with a revolver bag of cowhide.

“Luke...” Richard looked at his daughter and couldn't help but scream.

Luke raised his hand: "I can't keep pressing her to talk to you, only for a while. Besides, I need a professional psychiatrist to check on Molly. She's been in therapy for Molly before. Do you agree? ”

Richard and his wife, Novina, looked at each other and looked at their struggling daughter, and the revolver on the table, and after a moment of silence, Richard nodded, "Agreed. But... can you keep it a secret? ”

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

Luke: "She's a professional psychiatrist who doesn't disclose information about patients at will. ”

After that, he walked out the door and called Harry.

Simply tell me what just happened, and Harry said he was on his way.

It's not how enthusiastic she is, it's what Molly did, like, after being subjected to some kind of advanced hypnosis.

Not everyone can do these advanced hypnosis techniques.

In fact, 99.99 per cent of psychologists have not seen such advanced hypnosis.

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

Harry, a woman with a remarkable academic appearance, had heard of this stuff from some of the big men in her circles because of her strengths and coincidences.

At this moment, there's a real case in front of her. How could she miss it?

Just as she was wearing the light blue trench coat in her jacket and grabbed the key, a woman's voice came from behind her: "Harry, aren't you resting today? ”

Harry tidied up his clothes and said quickly, "Margaret, I have good news for you. Detective Luke from Los Angeles, remember? Your friend Elsa's men, he wants to talk to me. ”

Margaret was stunned: “Is he on business? ”

Harry laughed, “No, he and his boss Elsa have been transferred to NYPD. Are you happy? ”

Margaret: “What? Elsa's here too? So..."

Harry knew what she was thinking and nodded directly: "You can get in touch with them, they're trustworthy people, and they'll keep your mouth shut. We'll talk about it when I get back tonight, okay? ”

Margaret: "Great. I've been bored for months. It feels like jail time. ”

Harry opened the door: "Didn't you make a very promising new friend at school? And jail is better than sleeping in a cemetery, at least you can see the colors, and your eyes are black. ”

Margaret heard that her body was trembling and seemed frightened by the fact that she was lying alone in a coffin.

When the door closed, she called back: "No, you can't see anything if you're dead! But it's really scary when you're lying there alone. ”

Speaking of which, she had to strike a chill again: "Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Think about how to surprise Elsa a little. ”

Luke over here made the call, walked into the house and waved to Jessica: "Miss Jones, please step outside. ”

Jessica shouted and looked up in a blur: "What? ”

Luke: “I need to talk to you alone. ”

Jessica hesitated and stood up and walked out the door, but was a little hesitant.

Luke stood at the corner of the stairs in the apartment building, and as soon as she walked closer, she went straight in and asked, "Do you have anything to say about what just happened? ”

Jessica bit her lip: "You, what do you mean? ”

Luke had no smile on his face at the moment, and his expression was apathetic: "I agreed with you earlier and thought it would be a good idea to let the Mollies go, but it turns out I was wrong, and you were wrong. Escape will not solve the problem; it will only lead to greater tragedy. So I have to ask you formally: Miss Jones, what else can you tell me about that Kilgrave? ”

Jessica's lips trembled and her hands clung to herself unconsciously, looking a little cold.

Luke watched this young and beautiful woman quietly.

Her long, dark, inky hair, slightly curly skin, pale skin, red lips and fine five officials make her a great beauty for most people.

Her short black leather jacket with black sweatshirt covers and a large grey scarf and grey blue skinny jeans underneath, wrapped in a small but tight hips, is a little more sensual in the lazy waste.

With her slightly trembling appearance at this moment, it's even more pitiful and easily inspires a man's desire for protection.

Luke doesn't feel much right now.

Beautiful woman. He sees so much, from big stars like Jennifer Perry and Sheila, to well-groomed chicks like Ginny and Karen Thompson, to talented, bright female detectives like Agents Palmer and Elizabeth and DEA.

Not to mention Selena, whose overall image is constantly improving, is highly resistant to beautiful women, especially at work.

That Kilgrave almost created a family tragedy under his nose, and Luke's heart was rising.

He's not going to piss off the woman in front of him, she should be one of Kilgrave's victims, but he also needs to know what he wants too much.

Or what did he ever do?

Jessica hasn't spoken for a while.

Luke continues to attack: "Miss Jones, you saw what just happened. You said you didn't know it was for the good of the Mollies, I believe. But now that we and they have been close to each other, knowing nothing about Kilgrave is the most dangerous. ”

Looking at Jessica's changing colors, he keeps on weighing in: “I didn't mean to force you to say everything, but at least tell me what clues you're willing to say, and I'll never ask anything else. ”

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

A moment later, she finally said, "His name is Zebdia Kilgrave, and he has a special ability to control people and do whatever he wants them to do. ”

After that, she was silent again.

Luke shrugged for a moment and asked, "How time-bound is this control? Does the person under control remember what happened when he was under control? ”

Jessica's body trembled again and suddenly read some words: "Main Street, Birch Street, Higgins Road, Cobert Road...”