"It's another day, come on!"

Zhang Junxin put on Meituan's clothes and went out to work again.

All day, Zhang Junxin spent the whole day at work, but every time he took an order, he would subconsciously sound the dream from last night.

The dream that scared him, but it haunted him.

In the evening, Zhang Junxin received orders and delivered orders as usual, and at this time, the system delivered another order for him.

"You have a new Meituan order, please deliver it in time!"

Zhang Junxin parked the electric car on the side of the road and took out his mobile phone to check the order.

"One serving of braised beef noodles at Li Ji Noodle Restaurant, address: Room 404, No. 579 Garden Avenue, next to Xin Xuan Flower Shop."

Seeing this information, Zhang Junxin's hand suddenly trembled, and his face became a little pale.

I glanced at the time on my phone, and it was exactly 18:30.

It's that time again!

The uneasiness in Zhang Junxin's heart was even stronger.

Yesterday, he paid special attention to the time of this order, which was 18:30.

"How could it be, how could it be!"

Zhang Junxin looked a little panicked.

At this time, he really wanted to give this order to others, but it happened to be a meal, and everyone was very busy during the peak period of ordering takeout, and there would be no shortage of orders.

If no one takes the order within the specified time, he may end up delaying the delivery time and not getting the bonus.

Although the monthly bonus is only three hundred, which seems to be very small, but for a person at the bottom of society like him, three hundred yuan is enough for him to add pocket money to his utility bills for a month.

After thinking about it for a while, he decided to send it.

Because he was delayed for a while, when he arrived at the noodle shop, the shop happened to pack the noodles.

When Zhang Junxin reached out to take the noodles, the boss suddenly muttered: "It's this place again!" ”

"It may be that you make it delicious, and the guests like it!" Zhang Junxin laughed dryly.

"Maybe!" The boss was noncommittal.

"Okay, I'm going to deliver food, this noodle can't be eaten after a long time." After Zhang Junxin finished speaking, he left the noodle shop.

Riding to the cemetery again, Zhang Junxin hesitated outside the gate for a while, and finally walked into the cemetery.

Familiar with the road, he came to tomb 404, remembered last night's dream, looked at the familiar environment, and a feeling of fear welled up in his heart.

Suppressing fear, Zhang Junxin put down the note. He then stared at the tombstone, and after about a minute, no hand came out of the tombstone; Turning around, there was no woman carrying noodles to block his way.

"Whew-" Zhang Junxin breathed a long sigh of relief.

Without any surprises, he finally relented and turned to leave the cemetery.

And then, at night he had that nightmare again.

On the third day, the same time, the same place, the same braised beef noodles, the same nightmare at night.

On the fourth day, everything was the same.

Day 5, Day 6, Day 7.

"How is it possible to brush me at the same time for a week?"

You must know that in addition to grabbing takeaway orders, there is also a kind of system order, but the system order is random, how can it be just him every time.

Thinking of this, Zhang Junxin's back chilled.

"No, I'm going to try!"

In the evening, Zhang Junxin parked his car in the motorcycle parking space on the side of the road, took out his mobile phone, and looked at the time, it was only 18:25.

He turned off Meituan's order, leaned on the car, and stared at the time on his phone.

18:26

18:27

18:28

Time is slowly passing.

Finally, the time on the phone beats,

18:30

Suddenly, the Meituan app automatically opened and a message popped up.

"You have a new Meituan order, please deliver it in time!"

"How so!" Zhang Junxin, who was panicked, stumbled under his feet, his center of gravity was deviated, and he hit his electric car.

Ignoring the electric car that fell to the ground, Zhang Junxin's eyes were blank, and his face was full of horror.

"How so? How so? ”

"I shut it up! I remember I was off! ”

After a long while, Zhang Junxin recovered, looked at the order on his phone, thought about it, he plucked up the courage and edited a text message and sent it over.

"Who the hell are you?"

However, after waiting for five or six minutes, he still did not receive a reply from the other party.

After thinking about it for a moment, he clicked directly on the phone number on the order to contact the buyer.

Put the phone to your ear, and it rings a beep from the mobile operator:

"Sorry, the number you made was empty!"

Putting down his mobile phone in despair, Zhang Junxin can now be completely sure that the person who buys beef noodles every day is not a person at all, but a ghost buried in the No. 404 cemetery.

At a loss, he was extremely flustered at this time, and the fear of ghosts swept over his body over and over again, even in this thirty-degree hot weather, he still felt his body cold.

didn't dare to deliver food, and was afraid of offending the unknown ghost by overtime, Zhang Junxin refused to deliver and changed the order.

However, no matter how he ordered, the order just couldn't be refused.

Suddenly, he knew that this was the ghost's method.

"What to do, what should I do?"

Just when he didn't know what to do, he suddenly received a message from the buyer.

"Hurry up and bring me noodles, I'm already hungry."

Seeing this message, he, who was already very frightened, was even more scared at the moment.

After a long time, the sky was almost completely dark, and he finally decided to send this order, and the fear of death made him dare not offend the ghost.

When he arrived at the noodle restaurant, Zhang Junxin pushed the door in, the boss glanced at it, and saw that it was Zhang Junxin, so he lowered his head again, said to his account, and complained: "Why did you come here, fortunately, another guest also ordered a braised beef noodle just now, otherwise the bowl of noodles just now would have been wasted!" ”

After the boss finished speaking, he was waiting for Zhang Junxin's explanation. However, after waiting for a while, I didn't wait, and I was a little angry in my heart.

"I said you ......" The boss looked up, at this time Zhang Junxin's face was pale, his expression was frightened, and he couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with you, are you sick?" ”

Zhang Junxin looked around left and right, stretched his head to the boss, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Boss, the one who eats braised beef noodles every day, it's not a person, it's a ghost!" ”

"What!" The boss was shocked.

Suddenly, everyone in the noodle restaurant was frightened by the boss's sudden exclamation.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?" The waiter heard the boss's voice and asked.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay! I'm sorry to disturb you, guys! The boss looked apologetically at the customers and clenched his fists at them in apology.

Then, he asked in a low voice, "Are you sure?" ”

"Sure!" Zhang Junxin nodded affirmatively.

"Proof? I can't believe what you say, I want to see the evidence. ”

"I turned off Meituan just now, but when the time came, I still received orders delivered by the system."