"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...
To be continued...