Wang Dabao has been delivering food for three years. He has seen the city at three in the morning, but he has never seen such an order.
The second-hand mobile phone I bought for 280 yuan has a software that cannot be deleted, and it only rings after midnight.
The first order: a cake, delivered to Laolou 402. The person who opened the door was a girl holding a cake and smiling. As soon as he came downstairs, a man's voice came from behind: "Where is the cake?" The girl replied in the room: "Uncle has delivered it to me."
Order completed. The delivery fee of 976 yuan is actually received.
He glanced back at the building. The girl who collected the cake was actually long gone.
Later, the orders were even more outrageous: delivering letters, delivering relics, delivering old tickets, and delivering the deceased's way home. The money is all real and the customers are all dead.
It's just that every time he delivers an order, his address becomes a little blurry and his name becomes a little lighter.
The farther the Yin Road goes, the narrower the road home.
He wanted to save enough money to find out whose cell phone belonged to him before he was completely homeless.
