I gently rang the doorbell, and there was no movement in the room.

The old residential building was designed with little lighting, and the clutter in the stairwell made the otherwise modest hallways look cramped, even in broad daylight.

I knocked lightly twice on the door.

The pitch-black wooden door, like lit charcoal, made my knuckles burn, and I was so shocked that I withdrew my hand violently.

There seemed to be a cold gust of wind behind me running through the aisle, making me shiver for no apparent reason.

It's weird.

I carefully stretched out my fingertips and tapped the wooden door gently, but the feeling was back to normal. I knocked a few more times, but there was no response at all, and I shouted softly, "Hello, I'm delivering food." Is there anyone at home? The takeout you ordered has arrived! ”

I had just shouted when I suddenly heard the sound of a door opening the door at the corner of the corridor in the distance.

I followed the prestige, and the door was not wide open, but it opened a crack just big enough to poke out my head. It seemed that inside the door was a thin old man, looking towards me, but it was too far away for me to be sure.

I thought to myself: Could it be that I read the wrong house number? Which is the address for takeaways?

"Is that the takeout you ordered?" I shouted over there to ask.

The door remained open, and the figure in the door stared at me unresponsively.

The scene was very eerie.

I hurriedly checked the address on the takeout order again, and it was indeed 2-04, which was exactly the same as the door number in front of me.

At this time, the mobile phone in my trouser pocket suddenly vibrate, and when I took it out, I saw that the sender was a series of phone numbers similar to garbled characters, and eighty percent of the content forwarded by the platform's number. The content details read: "Hang on the door. ”

I thought to myself, eighty percent of the time someone in the house heard me knocking on the door, and it might be inconvenient to open the door now. I neatly hung the plastic bag in my hand on the door, and shouted again: "Then I'll help you hang the takeaway on the door, you come out and get it as soon as possible!" ”

"Okay." The phone shook, and this time it was an instant answer.

I suddenly felt that this trip was strange, and as I walked back, I tucked my phone back into my trouser pocket, and as soon as I looked up at the staircase, I found that a thin old man appeared in front of me like a ghost.

The old man was wearing a common white hurdle vest, his torso was thin, and his old skin was covered with age spots, and when I looked at his face carefully, I saw that his sparse white hair was unkempt, and a pair of cloudy old eyes were bloodshot.

I was almost so frightened that I rolled down the stairs, and quickly turned sideways, trying to get past the old man.

On this side, I saw a door next to me that had opened a crack and understood, oh, it turned out to be an old man who peeked at himself from the crack in the door just now?

I just don't know why he suddenly stood around this corner, just to scare me to death?

Alas, I'm afraid this old man is not particularly mentally normal. I thought to myself that more things are better than less, and I hurriedly wanted to go downstairs.

I was about to leave, but suddenly I felt something grab my hand, and when I looked back, he actually grabbed my left wrist with his bony hand, like an iron hoop, when I turned around.

I was inexplicably surprised, what did this old man want to do? Why are his hands so cold? And it seems that there is a lot of strength?

I suddenly wanted to struggle, but I was afraid that if I pulled myself, I might throw this thin old man down the stairs, and then he would turn on me, which would be intelligible.

After hesitating, I saw that the old man frowned, and with his other hand made a boo, he lowered his voice and said, "The girl who rented in that family died seven days ago!" ”

"Which one?" I just think that this weird old man suddenly told me about the girl's death without a beginning and an end, which made people's scalps tingle, and I don't know what this weird and even a little nervous old man means?

"2-04, that's the one you delivered takeaways." The old man paused, let go of his hand, and said softly: "Young man, I see that you are young, and I advise you not to come next time." Hurry up and go. ”

A gust of cold wind passed behind me, and my back was numb.

After the old man finished speaking, a green light suddenly flashed in the dim stairwell, and I looked up to notice that there was an old tungsten lamp in the stairwell, probably because it had just flashed.

Seeing this, the old man secretly screamed bad luck, turned around and quickly entered the house, and slammed the door shut.

I have a nervous breakdown when he messes me like this, and there is still a light in this stairwell?

Voice-activated lights?

Why didn't he see him light up when he ran up so heavily, and the old man's voice was like a few words like a mosquito and a fly, so he called it up?

"Dingding, your order is about to time out." Hearing the system prompt on my mobile phone urging the next order to be delivered quickly, I stopped thinking about it and quickly went downstairs to run the next order.

No matter so much, it should be considered to be in disrepair.

After that, I had a very bad day.

Maybe it was because it took too much time, after I came out of an old tube building, every order I delivered later was an average of 10 minutes late, and I received seven or eight complaints in one day.

I don't believe in evil, and the last single wanted to run the red light to send it over, but fortunately I saw that there was a traffic police on duty at the intersection and gave me the opportunity to brake sharply, so I was spared from being rolled into a meatloaf under the wheels by a muck truck that broke into the forbidden area.

In the end, Uncle JC, who was on duty, also punished me for reciting traffic rules for 30 minutes on the spot, if they hadn't seen that there was indeed takeaway waiting to be delivered in my takeaway basket, and my attitude was really sincere, they didn't detain the car and let me go.

At nine o'clock in the evening, it was past the peak of dinner delivery. I finally sat down and took a breath.

"Boss Xu, don't you want to do it anymore? If you continue to be complained like this, you won't want to receive an order next time......" Lao Zhang, who was also a takeaway, came over and sat with me on the roadside flower bed and opened the coke with a pop.

Lao Zhang's name is Zhang Can, about thirty-six or seven, a southerner with a thin face. He is old and young, and his life is under a lot of pressure. Fortunately, he was born in a good time when Shenzhou rose, and with the strength of his arm in the prime of life, he could deliver an average of seven or eight thousand takeaways at noon and night, and there was an advertising company to post elevator advertisements on weekends, plus a company in the afternoon to find him to deliver meals for confinement meals, and the three jobs added up to almost 15,000 or six a month, and now he has bought a house locally.

"Maybe it's an evil spirit," I remembered what the old man said, and immediately asked Lao Zhang, "Lao Zhang, do you say that dead people can still order takeout?" ”

Hearing this, Lao Zhang's Coke almost choked out of his nose, Lao Zhang reached out and probed my forehead and said, "You have a fever?" ”

I opened his hand and said, "Don't make a fuss, I mean it." ”

"You're challenging my knowledge and professionalism as a delivery boy," he said with a nod to the slogan on the flower bed in the middle of the road, "Well, what kind of justice and rule of law is what society pays attention to in today's society, and the dead order takeout?" How can it be? ”

I sighed and told Lao Zhang exactly what happened to the tube building today. Lao Zhang drank more than half of the Coke after listening to it, he patted me on the shoulder and said, "It's okay to make up ghost stories, Boss Xu, this is ready to go back to the old business, right?" ”

I talked to him about my previous things, I was the management of an Internet technology company, I entered the industry from plot copywriting as the main planner of mobile game planning, and then I also became the mobile Internet product manager of the management team, but he didn't know why I started to run takeaway as soon as I changed my painting style. He kept calling me Boss Xu, thinking that many of me was a rich second generation, just out to experience life.

"Yarn ghost story," I shook off his hand dissatisfied, "who is playing with you." ”

Lao Zhang shook his head disdainfully and said, "Lao Tzu has been delivering takeaways for more than a year, and I haven't encountered any ghosts." It's only been less than a month since you delivered food, and you ran into it? ”

In order to enhance the affirmation of his tone, he pointed to the mouth of the open Coke bottle and said: "If the dead could order takeout, I will drink this bottle of Coke mixed with bird feces!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a click and something seemed to have fallen into the mouth of the Coke bottle he was holding.

We both looked up in unison, and saw a pitch-black bird on the branch above our heads, flapping its wings and flying.

Just happened to die, and fell into his Coke...... Is it bird poop?