On a rainy night, takeaway rider Lin Xu received a special order - to deliver a bowl of hot porridge under an abandoned overpass. When it was delivered, no one signed for it, but the mobile phone said "Task Completed".
From that night on, the old mobile phone left by my father began to pop up red orders frequently. After each order is delivered, time goes back three minutes. Three minutes is very short, just enough to hold out an umbrella, hold someone who is staggering, and take back a hurtful word.
But three minutes is enough to stop a person walking towards the rooftop.
Lin Xu rode an electric bike through the folds of the city, delivering hot meals to teenagers who were bullied to the point of dropping out of school, delivering antidotes to engineers who were framed, and delivering the truth to entrepreneurs who were about to collapse. A hundred times of delivery, a hundred people standing on the edge of the cliff were pulled back to the world by him.
Little does he know that he is participating in a chess game that spans centuries.
Private detectives are tracking his trajectory in the dark, mysterious organizations are trying to intercept his orders, and the truth about his father's death is emerging inch by inch with the completion of each red order. Until the last order pops up——
Recipient: Lin Xu. Sender: Father.
Only then did he realize that what his father left him was not an old mobile phone, but a will of a city.
Someone asked him why he was still delivering food.
Lin Xu tightened the accelerator and saw thousands of lights in the rearview mirror:
"Because in this city, someone has to deliver hope to the door."
Every takeout has a signee.
Every city should have a guardian.
Takeaway rider Lin Xu received a strange "red order" - to deliver a bowl of hot porridge under an abandoned overpass. No one signed when delivered
