I missed the police academy cutoff by three points on the college entrance exam, so I became a food delivery rider in the old city.
Other people deliver food to make money. I deliver food to solve cases.
A bowl of egg fried rice covered in cilantro exposed the truth behind an elderly man’s “accidental” fall from his apartment building.
A missing female tenant led to a shocking conspiracy involving a series of kidnappings.
A delivery order with the note “Help me” tore away the glossy facade of an office building.
I ride a white electric scooter through every street and alley in the old city.
I’ve witnessed the warmest side of everyday life, and the darkest depths of human nature.
Then one day, the seemingly kind-hearted neighborhood director smiled at me and said:
“That Kuaida delivery guy on the white electric scooter? You’re next.”
