Chen Fei, twenty-two years old, is the most ordinary food delivery rider in Linjiang City. Living in a shared house in a village in the city, I run more than 50 orders a day and earn more than 200 yuan.
Until that night, he delivered his last order to Building 17, Sunshine City. The bald man who opened the door smiled at him, and Chen Fei raised his head and smiled back out of habit - and then he "saw" it. The hand sticking out from the gap in the suitcase.
He is just a food delivery boy. He could have turned away. But those images don't go away.
