Fang Zhiyou, who had his arms crossed, rarely showed a hint of doubt on his indifferent expression.

"..."

Everyone else wore a smile, but Fang Zhi had a serious expression on his face.

After delivering orders for the past two days, with the Phantom and the excavator on display, Yuan Qingli was no longer surprised.

Seeing that no one was speaking, Lu Xingyun smiled and picked up a few crumpled pieces of paper from the trash can, handing them to Yuan Qingli.

Yuan Qingli spread out the two sheets, both of which read "A Little Donkey". He thought to himself, "Isn't this normal?"

Only the third one says "a little donkey".

Riding a donkey!

That certainly fits the image of an assassin.

Suppressing her laughter, Yuan Qingli gestured for everyone to take out their phones and created a group chat face-to-face.

"Report the status of your order completion in the group chat, and I will keep an eye on the wall lights."

"Okay." No one else objected to this arrangement.

According to their arrangements yesterday, Bo Zijin was the first to depart.

The domineering CEO solemnly put on the pink helmet, his handsome face cold, and rode off on his little donkey that would never get stuck in traffic. His upright and sturdy figure disappeared from everyone's sight.

The others sat or leaned against something, and the room was silent.

I don't know if it was because I was tired of being awake so early in the morning, or because I was worried about the lights going out yesterday, but I was too sullen to talk.

Even Lu Xingyun, who is usually very talkative, was as quiet as a chicken today.

Yuan Qingli sat at the table and went to fill in Bo Zijin's order information in the form.

The handwriting is elegant and beautiful.

Meanwhile, Bo Zijin, who was delivering the order, arrived at her destination—No. 438, Xueye South Road.

This is a residential area, sparsely populated and eerily quiet.

Bo Zijin carried the takeout into Unit 4 and went up to the 8th floor. Fortunately, the distance indicator for this kind of order that requires going upstairs didn't beep frantically, otherwise he would have had to carry his electric scooter upstairs, which would have been insane.

Putting aside the restriction that electric vehicles cannot enter elevators, we must first complain that none of the buildings here are equipped with elevators, at least not the ones he has taken orders from. He has to rely on his two long legs to get around on his own.

As soon as she turned the corner, Bo Zijin heard several voices filled with fear, seemingly very close.

"What's going on? This dungeon is so scary! I've run out of talismans, what should I do?"

"Where is the big boss?! Damn it, he's hiding so deep..."

"Shh, quiet! Did you hear any footsteps?"

Bo Zijin vaguely realized something and pursed her lips slightly.

He strode forward, the little windmill on his pink helmet spinning slowly in the wind created by his quickened pace.

The dim light in the corridor shone through the gaps created by the fanning of the small windmill, scattering into fragments that fell to the ground.

"There's no one there, don't scare yourself!"

"No, those footsteps are clearly very close to us... Where? They're getting closer and closer..." The man deliberately lowered his voice.

"Waaaaah, I'm scared, Brother Zhang!" It sounded like the rustling of clothes.

Bo Zijin's brows furrowed, and the dim light was somewhat dispelled by the coldness in his eyes.

His heart sank, and he became wary.

He could clearly hear those people's voices, but why was the corridor completely empty except for him?

Putting her doubts aside for the moment, Bo Zijin lowered her head to confirm the order number.

8000.

Strange house number.

After walking around, he still couldn't find room 8000.

To avoid missing anything, Bo Zijing went back again and checked each door number one by one. He even checked the stairwell.

No.

No.

Still no!

Even the usually calm Bo Zijin couldn't help but feel a little flustered at this moment. The unease from yesterday's lights going out and the current sense of restlessness were churning through his body. He stopped and clenched his fists.

I called the customer, and the phone rang for a minute, but no one answered.

She dialed again, holding her breath, and vaguely heard the words "You are my little apple..." echoing in the corridor.

It was accompanied by a slight vibration on the wooden table, but the hollow echo was impossible to discern the direction of.

Frustrated, he opened a new group chat named "Errands Alliance".

Bo Zijin: I delivered the order to the address provided by the customer, but I couldn't find room number 8000. I also inexplicably heard other people's voices but couldn't see them. What's going on?

Lu Xingyun: Am I trapped in a maze?

Wen Yuning: Could it be that we've taken the wrong road?

Yuan Qingli: I second that. President, aren't you terrible with directions?

Bo Zijin: Get lost! I followed the navigation and checked it several times.

Fang Zhiyou: ...