My name is Chen Mo, an errand boy from Chengdu, with a monthly income of 5K.
Until that rainy night, I received the 501st order——
In the recipient column, my name is written. The person who placed the order was the woman who just jumped off the building three days ago.
There is only one line in the remarks column: "Time limit is 10 minutes. If time exceeds, the delivery person will be detained permanently."
The piece of black peach wood bone left by my grandmother on my chest turned red for the first time.
That night, I pushed away an old teahouse that had been demolished for three years by the riverside.
That night, I realized-
In this city, dead people place orders every day.
My grandmother's death three years ago, the female white-collar worker on Chunxi Road jumping off the building, the car accident of a female student on the Third Ring Road... Behind them lies the shadow of the same express company - Night Express Logistics.
Listening to the Hu people's inheritance and awakening, orders from the Yin and Yang worlds are interconnected, and riders can also change orders.
Every time I send a dead order, I have the right to add a word in the remarks column.
——One word could make District Captain Wang Hao deduct three thousand dollars on the spot.
——One word can make a person like Zhao Hongzhi bankrupt.
