The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

The girl nodded and wiped a handful of tears: "But won't this bother you too much..." Obviously

, her heart was moved, and the exhaustion of the whole day made her want to find a quiet place to rest.

"It's okay, just raise your hand, it's late now, let's go."

After saying this, Lance patted her head again, got up and walked towards the house, and the man had disappeared by this time, and Lance was not in the mood to go to his trouble again.

Tom Cat also jumped down at this time, stood in front of the little girl and meowed a few times, selling cute and coquettish.

The little girl wiped away her tears, showed a warm smile, crouched down to pick Tom up, and followed Lance towards the house.

And didn't go long.

The road came to the end, turned a corner to his house, opened the door, Lance walked in first, turned on the light, put things on the coffee table and said, "Have you eaten?" If not, let's have some food?

The little girl nodded: "Hmm!

"What's your name?" Why are you still alone outside so late? Lance asked curiously as she looked at the little girl.

She hesitated for a moment before saying, "My name is Max George Black." "

Oh?"

Lance looked at the sweet-looking girl and asked, "That's a nice name, what about your parents?"

Black lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, and after a long while, she slowly spoke, "Dead..."

Lance fell silent when he heard her words, he didn't know what to say, but he was sure it was a sad story.

Both parents died, and a little girl who was helpless was wandering outside.

"Okay, okay, let's not mention that, come over for dinner quickly." Lance said in a changing subject.

"Okay..." replied Black, sitting on the couch, she kept her head down, refusing to look at Lance squarely, silently eating the food in front of her.

Lance looked at the little girl who looked down and said nothing, he couldn't help but sigh, then picked up his own bowl and chopsticks and began to eat.

He didn't know what to say or how to comfort a child who had been hurt.

They are all the same people.

After dinner, Lance went upstairs to clean up the room, the second bedroom was originally for Tom, but he refused to sleep with a cat, so he had to be with Lance, so the second bedroom was left unused.

After packing up, Lance took a few more old washed clothes and put them in the room, after all, he didn't have any women's clothes in the house for a boy, so he could only wear them.

After doing all this, he came downstairs and looked at the time, it was already one o'clock in the morning, and Blake was already asleep on the couch.

She curled up on the couch, like a poor kitten, her body clinging to the throw pillow.

Lance shook her head, picked her up and placed her on the bed in the second bedroom, covered the quilt and left.

Black, who had been asleep, opened his eyes at this time and looked at the ceiling, his eyes flashing with a complex light.

Lance, who had been tired all day, was lying in bed after washing up at noon, and Tom would not be there, and he went out to find something to eat, because there was one more person for dinner, so Tom had some not enough to eat.

Close your eyes and get ready for bed, there's still a lot to do tomorrow.

I don't know how long it took, Lance suddenly felt a weight in his chest, and the feeling of a foreign object pressing down on his body hit.

But he didn't bother to open his eyes, reached out and threw the jumping Tom cat to the end of the bed, turned over and continued to sleep, ignoring that it kept rubbing its head there.

Time flew by after falling asleep, and the next morning, as the sun shone into the house, Lance rubbed his eyes and stretched.

Looking at the time, it was already eight o'clock in the morning, and after washing, I came to the living room refreshed.

Blake had changed into his old clothes at this time and was playing there with Tom in his arms, and the two little ones were having a lot of fun.

"Early, Black!" Lance greeted.

"Early." Blake raised his head and smiled slightly, his eyes seemed to be filled with hope again.

"Ding-dong!"

The doorbell rang, and Black obediently went to open it.

"Hello, are you Mr. Lance?" A woman stood in the doorway, wearing a black trench coat and sunglasses that obscured her face.

"Yes, may I ask you?" Lance looked at the strange woman in front of him.

"I'm sorry to come here without an appointment, I need you to find someone." The woman took off her sunglasses, and her tone was a little anxious.

"Would you like to go buy something to eat first?" I'll take you to the police station later. Lance did not reply directly to the customer who came to the door, but instead took out a hundred dollars and handed it to Black.

"Okay." Black knew the weight, took the money and immediately ran outside, and Tom Cat also ran out with a cigarette.

Yes, this will have to pour its own water, Lance shook his head as he looked at their distant backs.

"Who are you looking for?"

"My sister disappeared, and then I didn't know what to do, they said you were a good guy..."

Lance shrugged, yes, too many people would say he was a good person, but in fact it was better to add some money.

But since this is the case, then he reluctantly helps.

"Come with me."

After pouring her a glass of water, the two sat down at their desks, and Lance said, "Let's go, tell me what you know."

The woman adjusted her sitting posture, looked more dignified, picked up the water cup and took a sip before saying: "My sister, her name is Miranda, eh... To say that we have always had a good relationship would be a lie, both of us... We used to joke that one of us must be a wild species, and I mean we are two people who are diametrically opposed.

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with that, you know what I mean?"

"But the problem we had before was that I was older than her, and in school, I was always a little bit better than her."

"I've always been a role model that he has to follow, and we've talked about it a lot, but what she did... To put it mildly, I'm always a little confused, you know, there will always be people who get lost on the wrong path in life..."

"She had a miscarriage, and that thing really... The family did not give her much support in that matter, and it was probably for this reason that she became addicted to drugs. "

All in all, she's really picked up lately and really trying to get her life back on track... Then she got a good job, and at the same time she met someone... The man seemed to be a nice guy and she came to me saying she was really infatuated with the guy and really wanted to live with him.

"Then we had a big fight over this and we had a cold war for a few weeks, but it made me a little depressed, so I called her, but she didn't answer!" Later, when I contacted her again, the phone couldn't get through, saying it was an empty number.

"But now I can't find her... Whether it was where she worked, or her apartment, she even packed up her things and moved away... I'm worried that she'll do something stupid..." Lance

listened quietly, without interjecting, and at the end, the self-proclaimed sister's eyes moistened.

"So, you came to me to investigate this matter?" Lance raised his head and asked lightly.

"Hmm."

The sister nodded, then wiped the tears from her cheeks and continued: "But I can't find her either. It was as if she had disappeared out of thin air.

"Maybe she just wants to start a new life?" She just wants to leave and live alone.

"Things like this happen from time to time, and given your sister's experience, it's even more likely." Lance still spoke in a flat tone, and he hit the nail on the head when he said it.

"Please, I just want to make sure she's okay..."

"Okay, then I need some information, and... Of course, that's all about price.

"Of course! Whatever you want, I'll give it to you! Hearing Lance's words, the sister immediately lifted her spirits and quickly nodded in agreement.

After she left, Lance went to the side wall and pasted the picture of the Miranda she had just obtained on the wall.

As a bounty hunter and half a private investigator, you spend more time first confirming the legitimacy of your customers than actually looking for them.

Secondly, in fact, this secret should not be leaked, but forget it....

Lance once interviewed a private investigator who had been a private investigator for more than thirty years and learned from him.

In the old days when technology was not developed, they might have had to run to prison or police station a few times, bribe greedy people with some marijuana and dollars, squeeze their eyebrows, flirt, and wait with wide eyes for things to get better.

Today, however, most people, anyone can find what they are looking for online.

As long as you pay, there are a bunch of websites that will do it for your $29.95, and maybe even a monkey can find it.

Of course, you can't find anyone, some people are quite mysterious, they don't want to be found, they keep an appropriate distance from the world, and always hide in the shadows.

This situation is a headache, and customers are usually scared away by excessive prices.

But fortunately, most people are not very wise, they want to hide, they want to escape, and they leave a trail like a caterpillar.

It's easy to find, it's a simple job, but even then you have to collect money.

Because to find her, even if you use a mutually beneficial network, you still have to do some hard work yourself.

Lance went to his second-hand computer and opened Google to look up everything he could search.

Soon, he found a working clue.

"It's really good, she's still in New York..."

Retracting his thoughts, Lances closed the web page and went back to the couch to think about the time he had been out investigating.

It wasn't long before Blake returned, bringing back breakfast and change on the table, looking at Lance expectantly.

"Huh? How do you buy Chinese breakfast? "Lance opened the bag and saw that there were actually soy milk fritters?

"Hmm... Last night, I saw you eat with chopsticks, so I think you prefer to eat Chinese food, so today I specially went to the Chinese restaurant to buy it. "

Meow Meow~"

[I think she's great!] Look at her observational powers!

Lance smiled and reached out to rub Tom Cat's head: "I didn't expect your observation to be very good, in fact, I am not a particularly picky eater." The

breakfast was delicious, you didn't have to run errands to buy it better, and when it was almost finished, Lance put down the soy milk in his hand and said, "Do you have any questions you want to ask me?" "

Hmm... Yes. Blake nodded, his face a little hesitant, the child could not hide things.

"Say, what I can solve, will definitely be solved." Lance smiled, looking confident.

"Hmm..." Black hesitated for a moment, then spoke, "I don't want to go to the police station..."

Lance raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and said, "Why?"

Blake's expression was terrified, as if thinking of the abuse he had suffered: "I have become an orphan, what is the use of going to the police station?"

"Send me to some unknown relative?" In the end, they will still sell me for money! Black's face was filled with fear for the future.

"You know what? I'm only thirteen now, and when I was ten, I was tricked out of a lollipop because I hadn't eaten for a day.

"When I was eleven, my mother asked me to stay at my uncle's house, but he sold me for only five hundred dollars!"

"When I was twelve, I was kidnapped and sold twice by strangers, and it was the same group of people, and each time I almost died at the hands of those people... I don't want to be sold again! I'm scared! I don't want to go to that kind of place again, I just want to live a simple life! The

more she said it, the more frightened she became, and Blake's eyes couldn't help but shed tears, and Tom Cat jumped into her arms at this time and gently rubbed her hands.

"The men locked me in the house, locked the door, and pointed knives at me, and they said that if I dared to escape, they would kill me..." The more Blake spoke, the more frightened he became, his speech incoherent, and his eyes shining with tears.

"Did you know that person yesterday? I was sleeping on the side of the road, but he saw that I had nowhere to go and wanted to take me, I knew that he wanted to lock me up in a small house or sell me, thanks to you... "

Every time I escape, I want to go to work, but there is no formal place where a teenager is wanted, I want to leave here, no one wants to help me, I want to leave the city, but there is nothing I can do." Blake choked up as he spoke, and finally cried.

Seeing Black's sad look, Lance couldn't help sighing, and then reached out and gently patted Black's shoulder.

"Can I work in your house? I can do hygiene, I can cook, or whatever, I can learn!

"Please, I don't want to live like that again!" Blake looked up at Lance and choked up, his tone filled with longing.

Looking at the immature little face in front of him, and the longing in his eyes, Lance fell silent.