Takeaway Yin Yang Eyes

I, a delivery boy, can see ghosts. I thought that as long as I pretended not to see it, I would be able to live peacefully in this life. Until that rainy night, I took an order of "braised pork, put more soup". The delivery address was a rental house that burned down seven days ago. A pale-faced woman opened the door. She handed me the crumpled cash and said with a smile, "My son loves this most." The next day I watched the news - the mother and son died in the fire a week ago. I thought it was just an accident. But since then, my late-night orders have started to get weird: At one o'clock in the morning, the note was "check to see if my wife is okay for me", and the address pointed to the scene of the car accident. At three o'clock in the morning, it was noted that "the medicine is in the second drawer" and the recipient was an old man who died alone a week ago. Can't escape, can't hide. They always find me. Until a female police officer stared at me: "The last takeout of the three 'accidental death' cases was delivered by you." I can't explain it. Should I tell her that I not only delivered meals, but also delivered last words to ghosts? What's even more frightening is that I discovered that behind these orders, there is a bigger secret - someone is using the obsession of the dead to feed evil ghosts and make huge profits. And I became their only connection with the world. --- Later I understood. They don't come to me because I can see them. Because in this city, I am the only one willing to run the last mile for them. My name is Zhang Yuan, a delivery boy. If you take orders late at night, please note "Put more green onions"