I Delivered a Takeout Order and the Customer Was a Dead Man

It rained heavily that night, so I took an order for late-night takeout, and the delivery fee was 48 yuan. The address is an abandoned apartment in the demolition area in the south of the city. The note reads: leave it at the door and don't knock. I sent him there, and there stood an old man in a blue cotton-padded jacket in the corridor, his back to me, motionless. I said "borrowed" and patted his shoulder. The hand passed through. That old man has died a long time ago. And I touched it - it's my turn now.