My Years as a Food Delivery Driver

My name is Wang Youyu. I deliver food. I owe 38,600 yuan, my sister's surgery costs 120,000, and my rating is 4.6.

Some night orders have recipients who are already dead. The old hands at the station have told me just three rules: Don't knock. Don't give your name. Don't look inside.

I've been delivering for over half a year and never broken a single one.

Until one night, on the sixth floor of Building Six, I heard my sister's voice coming from behind a door.

I glanced inside.

Only later did I learn that couriers who break the rules get marked. It's simple: from that day on, my photo appears in the recipient field of other people's orders.