At two o'clock in the morning, the old streets of Jiangcheng were blurred by heavy rain.
Chen Ping rode the second-hand battery car with a creaking chain and struggled through the stagnant water. The phone screen flashed crazily under the wash of rain: [Your order is about to time out, please deliver it as soon as possible!
"Damn it, how can there be an order in a place like this?" Chen Ping wiped the rain off his face and looked up at the gloomy building in front of him.
This is an abandoned morgue on the outskirts of Jiangcheng. It was abandoned due to an inexplicable fire five years ago, and the surrounding weeds grew taller than people.
The order notes clearly stated: [It must be delivered to the door of the morgue No. 3 On the first floor of the basement. If it takes one second, it will be a negative review.
