It rained like the sky was leaking.
I was riding that dilapidated electric bike, and the takeout box in the back seat was wrapped three layers of raincloth, and the rain was still pouring down my neck. The screen of my mobile phone showed "5 minutes until the order times out." The navigation could not find the destination, so I stopped in front of an abandoned commercial building - this was it.
There was no other way, so I locked the car next to the street light, picked up the takeout box and rushed in. The door of the commercial building had long been demolished, and it was dark inside, with only the emergency lights of the emergency passage emitting a faint green light. I turned on the flashlight on my phone and looked at the floor guide on the wall - seventh floor, Yuanye Design Studio, last order.
After running a food delivery business for three years, I have seen many scenes like this in bad ghost movies.
The elevator has long been out of service, so I can only climb the stairs. The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, and the soaked sneakers squeaked on the steps. On the seventh floor, there is indeed a lighted door at the end of the corridor with the words "Wild Design" on it.
I knocked on the door, but no one answered.
I knocked again, but there was still no one.
I called and the other party turned off his phone. I cursed and took out my cell phone to take a photo for the certificate - I didn't want to take the blame for the overtime order. At this moment, the phone screen suddenly went black.
It's not as black as when there is no power, but like a blue screen on a computer. The entire screen turns pure black, and then blood-red words seep out from the depths of the screen: "Wanjie Mall is loading... Host detected, number confirmed... Binding completed."
"What?" I subconsciously wanted to turn off the phone, but after pressing the power button for a long time, there was no response.
