I'll Pick up the Ghost Single at Midnight, and I Can't Get Around the Address of the Grave.

The late-night urban neon lights are the signposts for delivery workers, and there is an abyss hidden here that no one dares to peep into. I am an ordinary delivery boy, but I have been involved in a series of creepy and strange whirlpools during countless late nights of food delivery... It was an order for "Ghost House 302" with an ambiguous address. The bleeding receipt was stuck to the handlebar but could not be torn off. The woman in red in the alley always had her back to me. I turned around and saw the ghost with a ferocious face! His eyes were glowing with blue will-o'-the-wisps. I wanted to run but couldn't... "Welcome to order food" behind a broken wooden sign, a pale ghost hand stretched out from the dark crack in the door, and he grabbed my neck! From the wonton shop at three o'clock in the morning to the underground food delivery port of an abandoned hospital, every order taken is an unknown contract and the fear of death. I was dragged into an urban weird circle full of horror and weirdness by the strange stories that grew up in the darkness and the weird "meals" delivered in take-out boxes. What I was running for was not takeout, it was a one-way ticket to hell, and... Could I still make it out of this weird night alive?