Chen Ye was just an ordinary delivery rider.
Until one early morning, he received an order worth only 0.01 yuan.
The address was an abandoned building that had been empty for three years.
The recipient was an old man who had died two years earlier.
But after Chen Ye arrived, the delivery note changed by itself to two words:
"Come up."
Someone used an order to set a trap. Someone else wove a net of guilt. And someone watched the living react from behind a screen.
Deliveries to the dead, scams involving life-prolonging medicine, fake kidnappings, online confidants, people with the same name testing doors... Every case seemed absurd, but the thing keeping people trapped was never a ghost.
It was guilt, fear, the need to be needed, the dread of opening a door, or the truth they couldn't bring themselves to say.
Chen Ye had no detective System and no ability to speak with spirits.
All he could do was piece together the truth, bit by bit, from addresses, delivery notes, phone calls, orders, lies, and people's reactions.
Later, someone asked him:
"Are you a delivery rider or a solver of mysteries?"
Chen Ye looked at the strange order that had just appeared on his phone and fell silent for a moment.
"I just delivered the order everyone else was afraid to face."
