A certain No. 8 Courier station in the same city, No. 17 Heping Road, Luocheng, is recruiting for night shift, with a monthly salary of 25,000, five insurances and one fund, and only the brave ones are welcome.
Chen Ye was moved. On the day I joined the company, my boss only said three things: From 2 to 4 in the morning, anyone who knocks on the door must deliver; the recipient's information is not allowed to be shared; and after signing for the goods, you are not allowed to look back.
That night, the printer spit out a form on its own—Recipient: Su Wan, address: Block 7, third row, Mangshan Cemetery.
Chen Ye didn't know that from the moment he put the package down, he became the seventh "signee", saddled with a debt and had to deliver 7,749 parcels.
None of the recipients of these express deliveries are still alive. Each one is connected to a life that does not end well. Each piece is a story that no one has ever heard.
——Can't run away. On the day the forty-ninth item is signed for, you will become the new postman.
