American comics collection agent

Zhu Hang worked as a private detective before coming to the Marvel Universe.

Generally, nothing good will happen if a woman comes crying to a private detective.

Based on her appearance, the blonde girl should be around 20 years old.

The girl was wearing a simple plaid shirt and jeans, a worthless glass necklace, and a large suitcase at her feet.

Zhu Hang estimated that the girl was not a native New Yorker.

"Excuse me"

Seeing that the blond girl had not introduced herself, Zhu Hang asked.

"Sorry about that."

The girl suddenly understood and recovered from her fugue state.

"My name is Kara and I'm from River Tree, Arkansas."

After Kara finished speaking, she shook hands with Zhu Hang.

Zhu Hang felt that Kara's skin was very smooth. It seemed that Kara had just turned 20 years old.

Are there 20-year-old girls who come from the country? Almost every day in New York, there are girls like this who come from the country to the big city to pursue their dreams.

"So, is there anything I can do for you?"

Zhu Hang estimated that it was probably related to Kara's man.

"Can I have a cup of hot water first? I feel a little cold." Kara said, tugging at the corner of her clothes.

This was Zhu Hang's impoliteness and he didn't serve hot drinks to the guests.

While Zhu Hang went to prepare hot coffee for Kara, Kara took a look at Zhu Hang's detective agency.

A lot of furniture in Zhu Hang's detective agency was used by previous tenants, so it looks very much like the 1980s.

But among this pile of furniture from the last century, there is an exhibition cabinet full of futuristic technology.

The exhibition cabinet is entirely silver-white, with the words "Produced by Collector" printed on the bottom of the cabinet.

But the display cabinets were empty, as if they were waiting to put something in.

"Do you want sugar in the coffee?" Zhu Hang asked.

"Just leave it a little bit." Carla was struck by the strong visual impact of the display cabinet and almost came to her senses.

Kara drank some sweet hot drinks and her face became visibly rosier.

"So, what do you need from me?" Zhu Hang sat behind his desk and took out paper and pen to prepare for taking notes.

Although iPads and laptops are very convenient nowadays, you can’t take these electronic products with you when you go out to handle cases, right?

Kara put down the coffee in her hand and silently took out a photo from her pocket.

This photo is a photo of a young and sunny boy with Carla.

The boy was wearing a local football team uniform and Kara was wearing a cheerleading uniform. The two of them were a perfect match.

"I want you to help me find the man in the photo." Kara looked at the photo, obviously recalling the good times.

After Zhu Hang took the photo with his mobile phone, he asked, "Can you tell me the basic situation of this boy?"

Kara nodded and began to recall happily, "His name is Bobby, and he is a member of our school's football team. We fell in love when we were in school.

After graduation, Bobby started working in New York two years ago in order to raise money for his marriage.

Long distance relationships are hard. But Bobby and I we talk on the phone every day.

But Bobby rarely called in the past two months. I was concerned about Bobby's condition and came to see him.

I didn’t expect New York to be so big. I don't know how to find it.

I went to the police, but they didn't care that Bobby was missing. He also said that if every missing person is found, no matter how many police there are, there won’t be enough.

Just when I was desperate and ready to go home, I saw your office. "

"Don't you know where Bobby works?" Zhu Hang felt something was wrong.

Kara shook her head, "He never mentioned what he was doing.

Every time I asked, he just told me not to worry and just wait for him to come back with money to get married. "

In a long-distance relationship, the number of phone calls becomes less and less. Zhu Hang is becoming more and more familiar with this script.

Zhu Hang has been a private detective for so many years and has encountered a lot of this kind of thing. The eight CDs are about the person who came to the metropolis and got lost in New York and forgot his first love.

"Do you have Bobby's Social Security number?" Zhu Hang asked.

The social security number in the United States is the same as the domestic ID number. This is the only number that a person has from birth to death.

Kara quickly wrote down Bobby's Social Security number.

Zhu Hang picked up the phone and called Chip.

Although this chip looks like a fat man in his 50s on the surface, he is actually a computer master and intelligence expert. He was arranged by the collector to serve as an intelligence source for Zhu Hang.

"Hey, Chip. Look up this Social Security number for me."

"Say." Chip responded quickly.

Zhu Hang walked to the window and repeated the number written by Kara.

"Give me a few minutes." Chip was very confident.

Just when Zhu Hang was about to hang up, Chip asked hesitantly, "Hey Detective Zhu. Has that collector been to your place recently?"

"He'll show up every few days. Why, you have something to do with him?"

Zhu Hang has been in contact with chips many times during this period. Although the chip didn't say anything, Zhu Hang could still feel that the collector's process of "arranging" the chip was definitely not pleasant.

"I'll just ask if it's okay." Chip hung up the phone quickly, fearing that the collector would suddenly appear.

It was hard for Zhu Hang to imagine that a chip that was almost 50 years old would be so afraid.

After hanging up the phone, Zhu Hang sat back in his chair.

"Miss Kara, I believe you already know the price I pay for finding someone."

When Zhu Hang was on the phone before, Kara was looking at Zhu Hang's price list.

"I understand." Kara gritted her teeth and said, "I can still accept this price."

It's not cheap to hire detectives to find people in the United States. Zhu Hang could see that Kara was very determined.

"Okay. Miss Kara, I'll take your case."

Zhu Hang printed out an agreement on his computer and handed it to Kara.

"Take a look at this agreement and sign it if there's nothing wrong with it."

Kara signed the agreement without reading it carefully at all.

Not long after Zhu Hang collected the agreement, Chip sent a text message.

The content of the text message was roughly the address of the company where Bobby last worked, as well as Bobby's photo.

The person in the photo in the text message was the same as the person in the photo given by Kara.

It seemed that Kara was not lying.

Zhu Hang had to be careful. These days, it was difficult to trust clients.

"Do you have a place to live now?" Zhu Hang began to tidy up his windbreaker, put on his jazz hat, and got ready to go out.

"I originally wanted to go home today. So I have already checked out the hotel room." Kara looked a little helpless.

"You might as well stay in my office. When you're bored, you can tease the landlord's kid," Zhu Hang said.

"But this" Kara was about to say something, but Zhu Hang had already gone downstairs.