In the morning of Fengchi Express, there is always a special smell mixed with cardboard boxes and tape floating in the air.
Lin Ye walked in wearing a neatly pressed blue work uniform, with his work badge pinned neatly on his chest, numbered 001.
Several young couriers were surrounding a shivering newcomer. The young man's name was Zhang Wei, and there was no color on his face.
"Brother Ye, you are here."
"Something happened, Brother Ye."
Lin Ye didn't say anything, just walked over and patted Zhang Wei on the shoulder.
His palms were steady and strong, which made Zhang Wei's trembling lessen a bit.
He scanned the crowd and finally looked at the express box placed alone in the corner.
The box was completely black, without any markings, except for a handwritten delivery note with scrawled handwriting.
In the sender information column, there was only a vague "Mr. Li" filled in.
The phone number is a bunch of gibberish.
The delivery address is a gray area that no one knows about in this city.
