I deliver food in a bizarre world

Chen Mo stepped forward and gently placed the food box in front of the tombstone.

The moment the food box hit the ground, the heat seemed to find its home and quietly disappeared.

Almost simultaneously, his personal cell phone vibrated.

The app displayed a new message in blood.

[Current Status: Delivery completed, awaiting customer confirmation.]

confirm?

How can I confirm this?

Chen Mo cautiously took a few steps back and looked around.

The surroundings remained silent, the moonlight like water, spilling onto the stone tombstone, cold and desolate, bleak and tragic.

But gradually, he felt a faint gaze coming from a certain direction on the side.

He remained calm, glancing to the side out of the corner of his eye.

There, a semi-transparent, blurry figure slowly materialized.

He was a young boy, about twenty years old, tall and thin, with a hint of childishness in his eyes and brows, looking somewhat simple-minded.

He was wearing a slightly faded delivery worker's uniform, his face was an unhealthy bluish-white, and his eyes were filled with exhaustion and pain.

If it weren't for the black aura surrounding him that made him appear sinister, he would look like an honest, simple migrant worker who had just come to the city from the countryside.

He hovered silently to Chen Mo's side, his gaze shifting back and forth between Chen Mo and the food box placed in front of the grave, lost in thought.

Chen Mo's heart stirred slightly.

This image...

Could he be the deliveryman who has been missing for more than two months?

In the blink of an eye, black energy surged on the other party's pale face, the surrounding air instantly turned icy, and malice spread out as if it were a tangible substance.

He let out a silent roar, and his entire soul transformed into a blurry black shadow, carrying a gust of cold wind, and suddenly pounced on Chen Mo!

Chen Mo did not move his feet, his hand holding the small paper figure was hidden behind his back, his knuckles tightening.

This is the last paper doll he carries; if there is any danger, it will protect him once!

However, Zhao Tianyi stopped abruptly halfway through his journey.

As the black mist dissipated, Chen Mo's disheveled appearance, covered in mud and dust, vanished from his ferocious expression, replaced by a hint of struggle and pain. He clenched his fist and slammed it at a nearby tombstone, but his hand passed right through it.

What's going on?

Chen Mo frowned slightly, slowly turned his head, and looked directly at him.

Zhao Tianyi noticed that his gaze was fixed on him, and he was startled, taking a step back.

"You...you can see me?"

"Are you Zhao Tianyi?"

Chen Mo didn't know what to say. This was clearly a conscious and communicative spirit, so he could only try to confirm its identity first.

"How...how did you know?" Zhao Tianyi panicked even more, and his semi-transparent soul body began to fluctuate.

He instinctively wanted to back away, but then he remembered that he was already a ghost, and it seemed there was no need for him to be afraid of a living person...

But the black energy that had just gathered was mostly released, with only a little still churning around him.

He noticed Chen Mo's uniform, and his tone became complicated: "You're also... a food delivery driver?"

As if touched by the familiar uniform, and reminded of his past experiences, the surging black energy around him subsided somewhat.

"I've heard other riders mention you... Are you looking for a stunt double? Why don't you do it yourself?"

"I..." Zhao Tianyi opened his mouth, his pale face showing struggle.

"I...can't bring myself to do it..." His voice trailed off, filled with a weariness bordering on despair.

"I...I can't break up another family..."

"What happened?" Chen Mo took a half step forward, his voice softening slightly. "I heard that two months ago, you took a strange overnight order, delivered it here, and then never went back?"

Zhao Tianyi's figure jolted violently. He raised his head, his face filled with an overwhelming bitterness.

He let out a long sigh, his shoulders slumped slightly, as if bearing a heavy burden.

"It's...it's my fault for being useless..."

"My family needs money... Three years ago, when I was a freshman in college, my dad was diagnosed with uremia and was lying in the hospital waiting for money for surgery..."

"I had no choice but to drop out of school and work day and night delivering orders..."

"After two years of treatment, my father's condition had stabilized. All I needed was to save up enough money to afford a kidney transplant, and then he would recover..."

"At that time, I received an order... that order had an exceptionally high pay... shockingly high... I... I took it..."

He was incoherent, clutching his head in anguish as he crouched down, trembling slightly.

"That order was supposed to be delivered here... and then... and then..."

"I can't go back... I can never go back..."

Chen Mo looked at him, her heart heavy.

He could see a young man in this steel city, braving wind and rain, desperately squeezing out every last bit of his strength to pay for his father's medical treatment.

But his efforts were not rewarded, and he was eventually dragged into a desperate situation by a strange order.

A rope always breaks at its thinnest point, and misfortune only finds those with unfortunate fates...

Chen Mo sighed. What a tragic figure!

He couldn't help but think of a saying: There is only one disease in this world, and that is poverty!

"Given your current state," Chen Mo paused, "what are your plans?"

"I don't know!" Zhao Tianyi shook his head, his voice filled with helplessness.

"I don't want to... I don't want to hurt anyone... especially, especially those like you..."

"Your clothes are worn out but you can't bear to change them. Maybe your family is even worse off than mine... I can't bring myself to hurt you..."

"How could truly wealthy people deliver food...?"

Chen Mo's expression was strange.

There are benefits to falling down?

Little brother, you have no idea what rich people are thinking!

But he didn't interrupt and continued listening.

"But I can't! I can't leave here... I've tried so many times, but I just can't get out!"

He seemed to have collapsed, his voice choked with sobs.

"What will I do with my parents... I really want to go home... I just want to see them again..."

The black aura surrounding him receded like the tide, leaving only a sorrowful and helpless young soul, cowering in agony under the moonlight.

Chen Mo pursed his lips, remaining silent for a moment.

The spirit before me is not inherently bad. Moreover, because of its simplicity and attachments in life, although it harbors heavy resentment after death, it has not been completely devoured by malice and can even maintain its pure original heart.

He recalled witnessing too much hardship and struggle at the bottom of society over the past year, and decided to lend a helping hand.

It wasn't just out of sympathy for the other person's plight, but simply because he admired the other person as a person.

Some people suffer because of the injustice of the world, while others suffer because of their own actions and deserve it.

If someone could empathize with a dog they saw on the street, their family would go bankrupt in less than a day.

Chen Mo said slowly, "Perhaps... I have a way."

Zhao Tianyi raised his head, a glimmer of hope igniting in his eyes: "Is there...is there any other way?"

He took out a small, flat paper figure from his pouch, concentrated his mind, and slowly infused the paper figure with a spiritual energy.

He took out his pen and gently touched the paper figure's eyes. A soft, pure white light immediately rippled around the paper figure, making it stand out in the darkness of the cemetery.

"If you trust me," Chen Mo extended the hand holding the paper figure forward, "you can temporarily stay here; it can help you leave this place."

It was recorded in the notebook that it could be done with just one medium.

That's how he took away the obsession of the child in the villa area.

He was very glad that he had seen this passage; otherwise, the situation would have been really difficult to resolve.

"Later... or in a couple of days, I can take you to meet your family again."

Zhao Tianyi looked at the paper figure radiating a warm white light, then at Chen Mo's calm face, his eyes flashing intensely.

Can he leave this cage that has confined him for months?

Will I have another chance to see my parents?