At one o'clock in the morning, takeaway rider Xu Wen received the last order tonight. The delivery address was Building 7, 404, Xingfu Community. The recipient's name was Lin Yun. There was only one note: Don't knock on the door, just leave it at the door. But after he completed the delivery, the community security guard told him that no one had lived in 404 for three years, and that the woman named Lin Yun had died in that house three years ago.
What's even weirder is that the order quickly disappeared from the platform, and the delivery records, call records, and payment information were all missing, as if they had never existed. Only Xu Wen's phone contained a special order that could not be deleted. From that day on, he continued to receive delivery tasks from the dead, missing persons and old crime scenes. Every order brings him towards a buried truth, and also brings him step by step closer to the fire that changed his destiny fifteen years ago.
He originally thought he was delivering takeout, but later he realized that what was really waiting for a signature was always the truth.
