I deliver food in a bizarre world

He took a deep breath, pulled out his phone, and the screen lit up automatically.

New words in blood slowly appeared.

[Order: Midnight Delivery]

[Items: A serving of three-flavor wontons, a pot of soothing tea.]

[Pickup location: Wangchuan Snack Shop in the Old Town]

Delivery location: Jing'an Garden Cemetery in the western suburbs, in front of the seventh tombstone in the third row.

[Note: Ensure the food is still hot before delivery, and do not speak to anyone asking for directions along the way.]

[Time Limit: Available to accept after 24 hours.]

[Reward: 300 Spirit Coins, 1 Random Item]

[Punishment: Randomly deprive one of your senses (48 hours)]

【Is it accepted? 】

The task popped up, but the accept button was grayed out because the time hadn't come yet.

Chen Mo stared at the screen, his pupils slightly contracting.

This mission wasn't shrouded in mystery; everything was crystal clear, except for this location...

Wangchuan Snack Shop?

He had lived in this city for over ten years and had never heard of this shop before!

He was familiar with the winding alleys of the old town, but this was the first time he had ever heard this name.

And the River of Oblivion... isn't that the river under the Bridge of Helplessness?

Who would use "Wangchuan" (meaning "River of Oblivion") as a shop name?

He stared blankly at his phone, lost in thought.

The delivery location is a cemetery, and it's at midnight...

This distance… He frowned. If he remembered correctly, the area around Jing'an Garden in the western suburbs was almost outside the boundaries of Jinghai City…

He opened the map and searched for it, then was speechless.

His electric scooter is custom-made, and its top speed can reach about 60 kilometers per hour.

Even so, at his speed, it would take him a full 40 minutes to drive from the old town to the western suburbs cemetery.

Jinghai City is too big; this distance is ridiculously far!

The most difficult part of the whole task was that he needed to keep the food hot for 40 minutes!

I wonder if the inventory can do this...

He has to go back and try it tonight. If he can't do it, he'll have to bring some fire starter to heat it up later...

As if he had thought of something, Chen Mo's face stiffened.

What he's sending... damn it, is wontons!

If left for too long, won't it all melt away?

He immediately made a face showing signs of toothache, and for a moment his head felt like it was about to explode.

And what about those asking for directions... On the way to the cemetery at midnight, what might ask for directions...? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder.

The live stream chat was still scrolling happily, with people discussing the customers they had met that afternoon, completely unaware of the notification Chen Mo had received.

Why isn't Mo Ge moving? Is the car out of power?

Wake up! A car battery dying doesn't mean you're dying!

Are you looking at the next order?

[Suddenly frozen.JPG]

Wait a minute, what's with Mo's expression?

[Get your act together, Mo Ge! Let's get a few more orders done before it gets dark!]

Chen Mo slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, turned off his personal phone screen, and put it back in his pocket.

He looked up at the live stream camera, his lazy smile returning to his face.

"Family, I just checked, and there aren't any good orders left. That's about it for today, time to call it a day and go home!"

He ignored the comments trying to persuade him to stay and immediately ended the live stream.

He got on his electric scooter, but instead of heading home immediately, he drove straight to the old town.

The name "Wangchuan Snack Shop" kept lingering in his mind, so he decided to take advantage of the fact that it wasn't completely dark yet and go to the old town area to check it out.

The old town area wasn't close to where he lived.

Riding my electric scooter through the streets and alleys, the further I went in, the older the surrounding buildings appeared.

The walls are mottled, the utility poles are crooked, and the aroma of food mixed with the damp smell of mildew occasionally drifts from the depths of the alley.

He slowed down, his eyes scanning every sign on the roadside, every corner that might hide a snack shop.

"Zhang's Braised Pork"...

"Old Wang's Wonton"...

"Sichuan-style noodle shop"...

There are all sorts of names, but none of them are "Wangchuan" (meaning "River of Oblivion").

He ventured into several narrower alleys, so narrow that even a small electric scooter could hardly pass through, and went from house to house looking around.

Some shops have been closed down long ago because of their remote location; the roller shutters are covered in a thick layer of dust and have "For Rent" signs pasted on them.

As the sun set and the sky grew increasingly dark, inquiries throughout the streets and alleys revealed that there was no such thing as a "Wangchuan Snack Shop" here!

The sky had completely darkened, and the streetlights in the old town were dim, casting dappled shadows.

Chen Mo stopped at the entrance of an alley.

Looking into the bottomless darkness inside, the uneasy feeling in my heart grew stronger and stronger.

Is this store really like the trailer said, only appearing at specific times and for specific people?

He turned the car around and left the old neighborhood shrouded in twilight.

When he got home, he went straight to his computer and searched online for related terms such as Wangchuan Snack Shop and Jinghai Old Town Snacks. He even looked into the urban legends about them.

The result was still a blank page.

He was a little irritated, leaning back in his chair and staring intently at the computer screen.

The icons for the fan groups on the background social media app are constantly changing.

He opened the chat and found the group still discussing the funny things he did delivering food that day, especially the old lady—she was the epitome of a classic case!

He hesitated for a moment, then sent a message.

Chen Heiquan: "Brothers, I have a question. Has anyone heard of a snack shop called 'Wangchuan' in the old town?"

After thinking for a moment, he added, "Or something with a similar name, like selling wontons."

The message had barely been sent out when it immediately attracted several night owls.

[Wangchuan? That name doesn't sound like a shop from the mortal world at all!]

Could they be selling Meng Po soup (a type of elixir of forgetfulness)?

[Brother Mo, what new material have you found this time?]

[Never heard of it. There are many restaurants in the old town, but I really don't recognize this one.]

[@All-night archaeology enthusiasts, it's your time to shine!]

The person tagged, a night owl who'd been digging through the night for research, quickly chimed in: "[I don't have this restaurant in my local food legend database. But judging from your question... is it one of those places that doesn't exist?]"

He was followed by a meaningful expression.

Chen Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he replied, "I was just curious; I heard about it by chance today."

Another group member with the ID "Wind and Rain" spoke up; his profile picture was a selfie of a middle-aged man.

"Brother Mo, if you want to inquire about these nameless shops, asking us online braggarts won't work. You have to ask the people running around on the streets."

Chen Mo: "For example?"

Braving wind and rain, they type very quickly: [Real estate agents know the area best; they know every shop in the area, when it opened and closed, they know it like the back of their hand.]

And then there are the area's management staff, the sanitation workers sweeping the streets, the delivery guys...

[By the way, especially delivery drivers, what nook and cranny haven't they been to? If the store you're looking for actually existed, or if there's any connection to it, they're the most likely to know. By the way, Mo Ge, haven't you joined the local delivery rider group?]

These words were like a wake-up call, and Chen Mo slapped his forehead.

Yes, he only asked online and in groups, forgetting that he had a huge intelligence network right under his nose!

This app is to blame! Does it have some kind of brain-degrading aura? He felt like he'd become stupid!

After a brief thank you, he immediately opened the rider chat group with several hundred members.

The group members come from all over the country, but they all have one thing in common: they deliver food and run errands in the JH area.

There are quite a few active riders in the old town area as well.

He organized his thoughts and sent a message.

Chen Heiquan: "Brothers, I have something to ask you."

Someone in the group immediately replied: 【Hey, Young Master Chen! What's up? What brings you here?】

Chen Heiquan: "Has anyone delivered food to the XX area of ​​the old town? Do you know a snack shop there called Wangchuan?"

Chen Heiquan: "That shop sells wontons."

After the message was sent, the group was quiet for a while.

It's a busy time, and people who ask questions usually have something on their mind. If you try to be joking around and post the question up, people who know the clues might miss it.

Not everyone reads chat logs.

A few minutes later, people started replying.

Never heard of it.

[Hey Dog Bro, where did you hear that name from?]

[XX film? I frequent this place, but I've never heard of it.]

Is it newly opened? I don't remember.

Several deliverymen who frequently travel to the old town area chimed in.

Chen Mo was a little disappointed. After waiting for a few more minutes, no valuable news came.

Just as he was about to put his phone away, a rider with a cartoon motorcycle profile picture and the ID "Old Cat" tagged him.

[Hey Dog Bro, are you asking about...Wangchuan Snack Shop?]