"Huh? Who placed the order so early? I haven't gone to work yet? Is it still a designated order?"
Zhao Xiaodong was stunned for a moment, silently opened the system interface, and checked it carefully.
"The time is 12 o'clock in the morning? 12 scallion pancakes? The address is... the entrance to the morgue of Jiangnan Sixth People's Hospital?"
When he saw the three characters "mortuary", Zhao Xiaodong was stunned, his eyes widened, and he froze in place for a long time.
At this time, after Zhao's father had finished working for a while, he saw that the customers were starting to become sparse and there were dozens of scallion pancakes stored in the pot. Then he waved his arms and walked to Zhao Xiaodong to sit down first.
"Eh? Are all the police gone?" Zhao's father picked up the unused drink in the box and put a sip into his mouth.
It can be seen that his son is still silent, and he suddenly feels curious again, and can't help but push the table: "Xiaodong, what are you asking? Why are you so stunned?"
"Ah?" Only then did Zhao Xiaodong react and asked hurriedly: "Dad, what did you say?"
"Let me ask you, have all the police left?" Zhao's father said.
"Oh, yes." Zhao Xiaodong nodded quickly and said, "They are all gone. I asked for a treat but they didn't agree to it. I gave them as much as they should."
"It seems that these police are still polite. They know that we work hard and don't want to take advantage of us." Father Zhao was very satisfied, picked up the drink again, and started drinking.
But when he saw that his son was still in a daze, Zhao's father couldn't sit still and asked hurriedly: "Xiaodong, what's the matter with you? Why are you like this?"
Originally, I had just watched my son talking boastfully to the four policemen, in a rather brotherly manner.
You know, the Zhao family are all outsiders, and they have to be respectful when meeting urban management personnel. If you can get to know a few local police officers, you can psychologically feel that you will not be bullied.
But my son was fine. As soon as the police left, my son instantly became an idiot. No matter how you look at it, it was a bit too much.
"No...it's nothing." Zhao Xiaodong also sighed and said: "A customer placed an order in advance for our scallion pancakes and asked me to deliver it in the early morning."
"That's a good thing." Father Zhao raised his eyebrows and said, "They didn't ask you to send it over now, and you didn't go to work, so why are you sighing here?"
After a pause, Zhao's father asked again: "How much do you want? Is it enough when I see it?"
"That's not the reason." Zhao Xiaodong waved his hand and said, "The main reason is this address. What's scary is that it's in the morgue of the hospital. Dad, the morgue is where dead bodies are parked."
Saying this, Zhao Xiaodong shuddered all over and said tremblingly: "Dad, you also know that I am usually most afraid of dead people. When I was a child, I read ghost stories and I was so scared that I dared not sleep and asked me to be taken to the morgue.
, it’s still early morning.”
Shrinking his neck, Zhao Xiaodong said: "Why don't you... just not go?"
"You still choose when there is an order?" Father Zhao also said angrily: "Xiaodong, those who support the family, treat diseases, and build houses are all men. They deliver orders one after another, save money, and make a living.
There is always something to do, but you still pick orders, have you forgotten your original intention?"
"Dad, I..."
"What are you doing?" Zhao's father was also a little angry and said, "You don't want to save money to marry a wife? Why don't we go to the county to buy a house for free down payment and mortgage?"
Zhao Xiaodong didn't say anything, and he didn't know how to answer these words.
As a result, Father Zhao said again: "Like Xiao Zhu, he has to support his family and children. People in their forties work night shifts. He is the oldest at your site, right?"
Zhao Xiaodong nodded.
"So, I have a group of young men in their early twenties who are unwilling to stay up late. He takes care of them and does it himself. What reason do you young people have for not working hard? Will you die if you make more money?"
At this time, Mother Zhao also finished her work. After cleaning the platform, she also sat next to Father Zhao and said, "Xiao Zhu will never tell his family that every winter night is bitterly cold and the cold wind cuts like a knife."
Whenever someone touches his face, he will insist on going to work and will take any orders."
"Xiao Zhu is born an optimist and doesn't feel any hardship in anything he does. He is given a monthly salary of 5,500 yuan, and he sends home 5,000 yuan. His father is ill and bedridden, his mother works in Chengdu, and his younger brother is only in the third grade.
But the main breadwinner of the family, the whole family has to rely on food delivery to save money, so you still choose the order?"
"Don't forget, no matter how busy the season is, there are also off-seasons. If we don't accumulate more regular customers now, I'll see how you cry every time I place an order in the future!"
Riders are sometimes weak, and must meet all customers' requirements. If the delivery is slightly late, customers will scold them in various ways.
But many riders don’t consider themselves weaklings…
Because many of them are in debt, have lost their business, and many of them owe three to four hundred thousand yuan.
It is inconvenient for colleagues to ask questions, but they all admire them privately.
Therefore, it is difficult for many young delivery boys to understand why some older riders work so hard.
There are always ups and downs in life. When you reach the bottom, you can still be a man if you rely on your own legs to shoulder the responsibility.
Father Zhao knew this very well, so when he saw his son Xiaodong struggling, he couldn't help but say a few words to him.
"Okay, I understand." Zhao Xiaodong also said angrily: "Can't you just go and see her off? Just think of it as a courage exercise."
"That's just right." Seeing his son's correct attitude, Zhao's father said nothing more.
The sky is getting darker and darker, but the flow of people in Lujia Alley has not decreased.
The men and women were talking and laughing, enjoying the rare late-night snack time.
Zhao Xiaodong also wants to find a girlfriend, and several good brothers who are also single also want to start a family.
But work still needs to be done...
Around early morning, yellow and blue riders began to flow through the streets again, and the delivery of late-night snacks began.
After Zhao Xiaodong packed the customer's scallion pancakes, there was a "beep" sound, and the electric car just made a sound and was immediately swallowed up by the sound of traffic.
He rode farther and farther into the vast darkness.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "The Sixth People's Hospital, is it so far? It seems that I have never been to this place before."
Zhao Xiaodong kept mumbling, and soon discovered that not far away, on the lights on the top of the building, the sign of the First People's Hospital was clearly visible.
"Isn't it the Sixth People's Hospital?" After Zhao Xiaodong stopped and thought for a moment, he realized that due to some lights going out, the original "six" suddenly became "one".
Zhao Xiaodong smiled self-deprecatingly and rode to the door.
"Excuse me, where is the morgue in the hospital?" Zhao Xiaodong asked a nurse passing by.
"Go straight here, turn right, and go to the basement level."
"OK, thanks."
Zhao Xiaodong shrank his neck and followed the nurse's guidance to the outside of the morgue.
The surrounding lights are very dim. I wonder if the hospital is trying to save electricity or something? The lights in the corridor are very widely spaced, and the surrounding area is empty. There seems to be no one.
"Is it here? It should be, right?" Zhao Xiaodong stood at the intersection and thought for a long time, and then looked at the road signs on the wall for guidance.
That's right, the sign for the morgue points to the end of the passage.
"Gudong!" Zhao Xiaodong swallowed and began to take steps to walk inside.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
In the entire corridor, only Zhao Xiaodong's footsteps could be heard.
He was panicked and timid, and looked down at his watch.
The time at this moment is 11:55 pm, and there are still 5 minutes left before the customer's requested early morning delivery.
The morgue was right in front of him, but Zhao Xiaodong's legs seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Every time he took a step, he felt that the weight of his footsteps increased.
He knew this was the psychological effect of fear...
Arriving at the door of the morgue with difficulty, Zhao Xiaodong looked at the dim and ajar door, couldn't help but stop and looked around.
"It's late at night, who would order food in the early hours of the morning? Or do you have to be sent to a place like this, with a bunch of corpses, to eat enough?"
After some ideological struggle, Zhao Xiaodong shouted "scallion pancake" to the ajar door to confirm the direction.
However, in the entire passage, apart from his own echo, no movement from the second person was heard.
More often than not, darkness amplifies fear.
An order with a delivery fee of sixteen yuan started from Lujia Alley, followed the instructions on the phone, and arrived at the entrance of the morgue of the Sixth Hospital.
Zhao Xiaodong felt a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere just thinking about it.
"Damn it, have you been cheated?" Zhao Xiaodong immediately took out his mobile phone and called the number.
As the phone beeped several times, I waited, but there was no phone ringing in the corridor or in the morgue.
Zhao Xiaodong became more and more panicked. Just when he was about to hang up the phone, the other end of the phone was connected.
"Hey, you...your order has been delivered. I...I am now at the entrance of the morgue of the Sixth Hospital. You...where are you?"
Zhao Xiaodong started to stutter when he spoke...
"Send it in." The other end of the phone demanded.
"I...I don't dare." Zhao Xiaodong hesitated for a long time, not daring to take a step.
"Then just wait for me here, just a minute." The other end of the phone said again.
"Then...then hurry up." Zhao Xiaodong's legs began to tremble.
Looking around, the dark corridor was eerie.
Zhao Xiaodong was afraid that someone would suddenly appear from behind and pat him on the shoulder, so Zhao Xiaodong leaned against the wall to ensure that no one would pat him from behind.
A minute passed...
In the corridor, there was suddenly a sound of "tap, tap, tap" footsteps, getting closer and closer.
"Gulu." Zhao Xiaodong couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and silently looked at the passage in front of him.
The lights above my head flickered on and off, giving me a very uncoordinated atmosphere.
At this moment, a thin figure wearing a white coat was walking through the side passage.
Zhao Xiaodong stared straight ahead, not daring to blink for a moment.
Twenty meters.
Ten meters.
five meters.
"Sorry, I just went to the bathroom, so I'm not here." A woman in white said with a smile.
At this moment, Zhao Xiaodong's face became even more ugly.
"You... you are not, you are not that, just that." Zhao Xiaodong slapped his head hard, and then he gasped: "Aren't you the woman who placed an order to chat with me that day? You..."
Looking at the woman's dress and appearance from top to bottom, Zhao Xiaodong confirmed: "No...that's right, you are the woman who said she wanted to jump into the river that day. Oh no, don't you work at an Internet company? You...
Why are you dressed like this?"
Zhao Xiaodong once again saw the woman who was chatting with him a while ago, but this time, the woman was wearing a white coat, which made Zhao Xiaodong immediately confused.
"I'm sorry." The woman adjusted her hood and said, "Actually, I don't work in an Internet company. My true identity is actually an undertaker."
"Enter... the morgue?" Zhao Xiaodong struggled to breathe, raised his head and glanced at the three big words "Morgue" above his head, then looked at the woman in front of him, and suddenly realized what he was doing.
No wonder this woman said she wanted to find someone to talk to her. Is it because of this profession? Or is it something else?
Zhao Xiaodong felt that he had been deeply deceived.
"Haha, you are so funny. You are the only one staying in the morgue this late at night? You also chose to ask me to deliver food here in the early morning. Do you want to scare me to death and then inherit my Huabei?"
Zhao Xiaodong is not feeling well...
The woman smiled and said, "I'm sorry, the work is really heavy. I haven't completed the task tonight, so I have to work overtime, and the other delivery boys don't dare to come, so I thought of you."
"Me?" Zhao Xiaodong asked suspiciously.
"That's right." The woman nodded and continued: "You chatted with me that day, which made me feel no longer depressed. I even felt that life was still colorful."
"You made me feel that you were different from others, so I was afraid that you wouldn't come, so I used another number to register an account, and then asked you to bring the scallion pancakes here for me based on the address you told me last time.
"
"Originally I thought you might not be on time, so I went to the toilet first, but I didn't expect you to arrive early."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Haha." Zhao Xiaodong couldn't help laughing.
He was extremely nervous at the moment. He didn't want the woman to know that his legs would have been shaking so much if he hadn't tried his best to suppress them.
He didn't want to embarrass himself in front of the woman, so he quickly handed over the order and said, "The midnight snack you want."
"Why don't you come in and sit down?" the woman asked after taking Zhao Xiaodong's supper.
"Ah?" Zhao Xiaodong was also stunned and quickly asked: "Are...are there all corpses in there?"
The woman suddenly covered her mouth and chuckled: "Your question is very interesting. Are there other things in the morgue?"
"Oh." Zhao Xiaodong nodded quickly and said with a forced smile: "I...I have other orders. It's okay. I...I'll leave first."
"Are you really not going to come in and sit for a while?" The woman seemed to want to insist.
As a result, Zhao Xiaodong ran away.
Well, I didn’t just run away, because Zhao Xiaodong couldn’t run anymore and his legs and feet were already weak.
I was invited to sit in the morgue by a female customer late at night? Is she probably sick?
Back on the ground, the crowd in the hospital gradually receded.
Zhao Xiaodong, who was so frightened just now, his face became clear at this moment.
There is a McDonald's not far away, and this place is usually where the delivery boys rest during the night shift.
And this is a McDonald's that stays open almost 8,640 hours a year.
After midnight...
Students studying on their own, couples whispering, and late-night diners are gradually leaving, homeless people are sleeping on the chairs everywhere, and only the delivery boys and shop assistants are active all night long.
After accessing Furong's night shift delivery service, the business here has been deserted in the early morning, with an average of 60 takeout orders issued every night.
Here, the takeaway guys can wait for the order, deliver it, return it, and wait for the order again...
Zhao Xiaodong breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking of the difficulties of delivery, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Moments:
[In the dead of night, there are still so many people running for life on the road. This is Jiangnan City, a place that you can both love and hate. 】
Soon, a co-worker of a delivery boy who also worked in a delivery company replied under Zhao Xiaodong’s circle of friends:
[Have you ever been blinded by water droplets splashed by a large car on a road that has been sprinkled with water in the middle of the night? 】
Not long after, another rider also left a message below:
【I hope all hardworking people will be treated well.】
Zhao Xiaodong was stunned and then smiled.
So everyone is waiting for orders?
…
…
The next morning.
8 am.
Furong Branch Criminal Investigation Group Three Office.
Lu Weiwei was recalling the scallion pancake last night.
She sat on her desk, balled up the note paper, and threw it at He Junchao in the form of a parabola.
"He Junchao, our group ate at the scallion pancake you recommended last night."
"Oh?" He Junchao also picked up the waste paper thrown by Lu Weiwei, threw it into the trash can and said, "How does it taste? Does it suit your taste?"
"It fits so well." Lu Weiwei smiled and said: "If you encounter this kind of delicacy in the future, please remember to notify me as soon as possible."
"Of course, Junior Sister Lu likes food, I remember that." Seeing that Lu Weiwei was in a good mood, He Junchao was quite satisfied and said, "Then when will you call me too?"
"It depends." Lu Weiwei also waved her hand and continued: "Tomorrow is Friday. Junior Brother Gu ranked first again in the selfie popularity ranking of Feifan Catering today. It feels like everyone else is just a foil and can't be found.
When I saw a decent opponent, I thought they would run something like that, but in the end, there was nothing."
"That is to say, at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, if Gu Chen is still number one on the popularity list, he might be the champion, right?" Officer Ding was also worried about the 80,000 yuan spent on the dinner party.
Lu Weiwei nodded: "That's more or less the truth. Junior Brother Gu's total popularity is already number one. As long as he keeps it up, we will have dinner as a group of three in the future, and everyone will have a share."
"That's great!"
When Lu Weiwei's name was mentioned, many new and old comrades in the third group felt as if they had won the lottery, and they were so happy that they couldn't give up.
Yuan Shasha, who had always said little, saw everyone cheering and cheering, as if it was a sure thing that Gu Chen was the champion, but she still said weakly:
"Senior Sister Lu, after all, it's not tomorrow yet. What will happen tomorrow? No one can say for sure about this kind of thing. Maybe the other party will swipe the votes? So let's keep a low profile. I always feel that Senior Brother Gu is the most popular all the way.
It's been smooth sailing here, doesn't it feel a little too smooth?"
Lu Weiwei smiled, immediately walked up to Yuan Shasha, patted her on the shoulder and said, "That's why Junior Brother Gu is different. Anyone who dares to compete with Junior Brother Gu for popularity is probably not even born yet."
"Haha, Senior Sister Lu is so funny." Seeing Lu Weiwei looking determined to win, Yuan Shasha couldn't say anything else.
But just when everyone was excited about the 80,000 yuan for the dinner party, the landline phone in the office of the third group suddenly rang.
Lu Weiwei: "I'll pick it up."
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