At one o'clock in the morning, takeaway rider Shen Ye took an order of milk tea to be delivered to the underground parking lot of a high-end community for a high subsidy. The elevator stopped strangely between the second floor and the third floor. Outside the door was an ambiguously lit corridor, with a busy bar hidden at the end. The bartenders, the dancers, the old men in hospital gowns... All of them had pale smiles, the soles of their feet were shadowless, and their fingertips were cold. The bar owner handed over a reward of two thousand yuan. The figures on the banknotes had different expressions, and the person who gave the money was hidden on the back. Shen Ye ran away and vowed never to set foot again. The next day, five thousand yuan was transferred to the account, with the postscript "Continue tonight." He walked into the door again and met the owner Ye Wujiu with pure black eyes. It turned out that the guests here were the souls of the city who refused to leave. They ordered a hot milk tea and a box of egg tarts just to feel the warmth of the world again. High rewards cannot buy peace, but the loneliness that is needed by both worlds of yin and yang makes Shen Ye get on the electric car and drive deeper into the night.
