The crematorium order on a rainy night became a turning point in the fate of deliveryman Lin Feng.
The dialysis fee for his father's uremia was like a mountain, and the landlord's rent reminder text message was colder than the rainstorm. He clutched the 99 yuan delivery fee, thinking it was a life-saving straw in a desperate situation, but in the takeout box under the willow tree, he touched a severed finger with the word "ghost" tattooed on it.
Immediately afterwards, the strange order automatically generated by the mobile phone pointed to the old residence, the photo of the severed finger in the father's hospital room in the strange text message, and the notebook that appeared out of thin air with the word "Book of Misfortune" - At three o'clock in the morning, there is a mirror behind the door, take what belongs to you.
The man in a long gown with an abacus on the bus stop, the wicker that smelled like burning paper, the mileage that jumped backwards, the countdown of orders... When the real pressure of survival collided with the shady rules of seduction, Lin Feng discovered that the faded tattoo of the word "" on his father's hand, and the past of No. 47 Old Alley as a coffin shop, had already tied him to a "delivery" that spanned life and death.
He rode an electric bicycle that was falling apart, avoiding debt collection calls while traveling through the midnight city. What he delivers is takeout from the human world, and what he receives is the order from the underworld, and the owner of the amputated finger may be the next "customer" who needs his "delivery".
To save his father, he had to take over the task of traveling from the world to the underworld - but he didn't know whether he was delivering food or walking step by step into the destiny book that had been written long ago.
