I was a night shift delivery rider, and it wasn't until I took the late-night order delivered to Room 404 that I discovered the city's secrets hidden behind the neon lights.
Every delivery address is a closed copy of the rules; every takeout order is a survival rule that must be adhered to.
[Delivery Rule 1: Never respond to conversations at the door by someone other than the person who placed the order] [Delivery Rule 2: Knock three times and no one answers, turn around and leave immediately, never stay] [Delivery Rule 3: None of the taboos in the order notes can be violated]
Others take orders to earn hard-earned money, but I take orders to make a life-and-death challenge.
Facing the layers of nested rules and traps and the ever-increasing survival restricted area, I had no way out. You can only hold on to the handlebars tightly, pay close attention to the rules, and survive one dead end after another in the late-night dungeon that no one knows about, and survive to be the only one to pass the level!
"Stories about strange rules and survival records of food delivery riders"
