My name is Lin Mo, and I work in takeout delivery. Originally, this was a boring job until that night, the system updated a "Special Order" module.
From then on, my delivery scope was no longer just office buildings and communities, but also included the freezers of funeral homes, abandoned mental hospitals, dead ends at three in the morning, and coordinates that did not exist on the map at all.
The rules are simple: if you receive an order, it will be delivered, if you exceed the time limit, you will die.
I started sending cat food to the cat demon (you can't look back), shrouds to the old house (you can't look in the mirror), and confidential documents to the Bureau of Special Affairs (you can survive the female instructor's gun).
The most damning thing is that I found that in addition to the lunch box, there were some things in my delivery box that should not be there - a rusty night watch badge, a death certificate from ten years ago, and a half-amplified finger.
When I received the order to be sent to the "past", I realized that this system was not a salvation at all, but was trying to force me into a walking loophole in the rules.
Now, there are only three final orders left before I completely become "inhuman".
