On a rainy night, I received an order to be sent to the morgue of an abandoned hospital. The delivery fee was ridiculously high.
> When the elevator opened on the negative fourth floor, the lights flickered and mortuary cabinet No. 404 Slid open automatically.
> There is no body inside, just a bloody note saying "You are next".
> When I returned, I found that the back seat of the motorcycle was piled with paper money, and the takeout box was oozing with stinking blood.
> A new message pops up on your phone: "Welcome to Yin Yang Takeaway - Today's recommendation: Beheaded Rice in a Haunted Mansion."
> The boss' eyes behind his sunglasses have no pupils: "You can't leave until you pay off your debt. Your father also gave away the last order back then."
> When I finished delivering the 99th order, a bruised hand stretched out from the crack of the door of the haunted house: "Come in... Your food is cold."
>The phone suddenly rang, and a strange voice chuckled: "For the last order, fill in the recipient name yourself."
