I'm delivering food in an escape game

At the end of summer, there will always be a sudden rainstorm in the evening. The rain curtain falls majesticly and the whole city is shrouded in mist.

Fan Wan turned on her mobile phone. Few people go out in this bad weather, but there are still no orders.

He was originally a delivery man, handsome and capable, and has always had a good reputation.

In the past two years, I saved some money by delivering food. In line with the business philosophy of becoming bigger and stronger, I joined a chef from a takeaway restaurant I knew well and pooled the money to open a pork chop restaurant.

He is responsible for receiving orders, collecting money and delivering goods, and the little brother is in charge of cooking in the kitchen.

Because of insufficient funds, it was impossible to open a store in Linjie Wangpu, so I found a backstreet corner with few people and rented a store, mainly for takeaway.

At the beginning, Fan Wan also posted information on the big food delivery platform, but later found out that the original online store is to be shared by the platform, and the profit of a single business is not much, and the platform takes it all.

Therefore, in the spirit of not being afraid of the depth of the alley, he decided to send a small card to take the order and deliver the goods to the door to further save labor costs.

Sure enough, the cost was quite saved in this way. After a week, one order was not accepted.

The consumption of kitchen materials is extremely low, and the chef's daily workload is the breakfast, lunch, dinner and supper for the two of them.

There is no way to go on like this. One day, the chef brother said to Fan Wan: "Boss, why don't you try another number."

"Is there any explanation for this order number?" Fan Wan was a little puzzled.

"Your current number ends in 5174, why does it always sound like I want to eat shit?"

"...Then give me a number."

"I just bought this number yesterday, 5917, I'm going to take it, try it?"

"Why do I think there are not many bad goals? I said don't eat shit, but I still eat it."

"Change your luck." The little brother in an old-fashioned vest tilted his flip flops, lit a cigarette, and said thoughtfully with bewildered eyes and bewildered stubble on his handsome face.

The name of the little chef is Cai Dao.

As the name suggests, he has a face as cold as a blade, his eyebrows are too sharp and indifferent, and he has been in the kitchen fume environment for a long time, but his skin is fair, tall and tall, the top of his head almost goes over the range hood, and he needs to bend down from time to time.

It is such a delicate temperament, but he likes to go in a decadent and lazy style. His dressing style is basically the style of uncles in the 90s, wearing a tight vest.Occasionally, because the back kitchen is too hot, the side of the underwear is rolled up, revealing a little looming abdominal muscles.

Fan Wan didn't know why this little brother agreed to start a business with him, not only that, but he always acted like an expert in the market, giving him advice from time to time.

So let’s not talk about it, the number 5917 is really good, the small card has just been sent out for a long time, and the call comes.

"Hello..." The other party's voice was heavy, his breathing was uneven, and it looked like his eyes were dizzy from hunger.

"Hi, this is Renhe Pork Chop Rice, what would you like to order?"

"People and pigs... grilled rice?"

"Renhe...pork chop rice." Fan Wan quickly corrected.

"..." The other party was silent, it seemed that he had some doubts about the products in the store, Fan Wan felt that he had to recommend it quickly.

"Our shop owner specializes in fried pork chop rice. We also have chicken chops, beef, and sausages. Today's offer is special, and the order also comes with free Korean kimchi and sour plum soup, and the second order is half price..."

Before the words were finished, the other party screamed suddenly: "Come and save us!!"

Fan Wan was startled, but she didn't expect that the other party was so hungry that she was about to die.

"Okay, okay, then I will order a set meal for you directly, how many of you?"

"Five, five... no... one is already dead..."

Unexpectedly, I had already waited for takeaway until I passed out from hunger.

"Okay, okay, then I'll send five copies over, and that one will be counted as a gift from us. May I ask your address..."

"No. 173, Heping Street..." As she spoke, the phone was cut off abruptly.

Fan Wan was extremely excited, and shouted to the back kitchen: "Brother, it's open, five sets of pork chops!"

A few minutes later, Fan Wan took the newly cooked pork chop rice, stepped on the small electric donkey, and went straight to the destination.

No. 173 Heping Street is an old alley built before liberation, covered in an untended courtyard where weeds grow wildly.

Fan Wan yelled twice at the door, but no one answered, so she pushed open the courtyard door and went straight to the front of the room.He knocked on the door violently, but there was still no answer. He simply grabbed the doorknob and pushed it, but the door was unlocked.

When Fan Wan entered the room, it was pitch black. Just as he was about to shout, the door slammed shut behind him.

In the blink of an eye, the house lights came on.

In front of me is a small western-style building like that seen on TV before liberation, with Western-style decoration, crystal chandeliers, and antique furniture, which is quite luxurious, and from the entrance of the lobby, you can see a flamboyant spiral staircase leading to the second floor.

"What the hell is this? It's a crazy house. It scared me." Fan Wan curled her lips and shouted, "Who ordered five servings of pork chop rice!"

A few seconds later, hurried footsteps came from the second floor of the house.

A bald uncle, disheveled and wearing a blue shirt with half-torn sleeves, hurried down from the second floor, looked at Fan Wan in surprise, then rushed behind him and twisted the doorknob violently, but that The door didn't move at all, showing no sign of being able to open it.

Instead, he grabbed Fan Wan's hand and asked, "How did you get in?"

"Me?" Fan Wan was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "I saw that the door was unlocked, did you push the door in?"

The uncle asked again with a frightened expression, "Little brother, are you... the one on the phone just now?"

Fan Wan nodded quickly, handed the lunch box to the other party, and said, "Sorry to keep you waiting, five sets of pork chop rice set, new store discount, only charge four sets, one set is 25, which is exactly one hundred Yuan."

"Oh my god!" the uncle exclaimed, "What time is it! You are still thinking about some takeaway. Since this call can call you, it must be useful. Come and take a look!"

After speaking, he quickly dragged Fan Wan upstairs.

"Wait, wait! If you're hungry and panicked, you can take the food up and eat it, why drag me!"

Fan Wan exclaimed while shouting: "This is a takeaway call. Although the small card on the order says 'serve with heart, satisfy your hunger and thirst', it's not that kind of satisfaction, don't misunderstand!"

Ignoring his refusal, Fan Wan was dragged to a room on the second floor by the ragged bald man.

At this moment, I saw several people already sitting inside, and it was obvious that all of them were frightened, and they also seemed to be disheveled.

Fan Wan swallowed nervously: "I said, uncle, the theme of your party...is it beggar style?"

As he spoke, he quickly pulled the collar that had been pulled to his shoulders.

"What kind of party? This is a place where people die!" The bald man pointed to a body lying beside the bed, and said, "Look, one person is already dead!"

Fan Wan was stunned for a long time, swallowed another mouthful of saliva, and tremblingly said: "This...so you said you were dead on the phone, it didn't mean that you were starving to death, but...really dead?"

Then he looked at these people, and said, "Brothers and sisters, don't scare me, I just deliver food, is this a horror party, a detective film, or a real-life crime solving game?"

At this time, a man wearing glasses sitting on the chair by the side stood up, adjusted his glasses, walked to Fan Wan, held his shoulders, and said softly: "It seems that I need to explain to you. one time."

Fan Wan was startled by the ambiguous action of the man with glasses, and quickly patted his hand: "Wait, explain that I have a request before."

Fan Wan pointed to the takeaway bag and said, "Which one of you will settle the money first."

"What kind of money?" asked the man with glasses.

"Takeaway, pork chop rice."

When the people in the room heard the word "pork chop rice", their eyes seemed to be a little bit wrong.

It can be seen that this is the look of hunger and panic.

"How about..." Fan Wanchong looked at everyone and said, "How about eating first?"

"It's not... this..." A girl who looked like a high school student sitting in another corner suddenly asked nervously, "Isn't it a bit... unlucky to receive a box lunch at this time?"

As soon as she said this, the expressions of several people in the room became serious again.

"Why is it unlucky?" Fan Wan was a little surprised.

"Speaking of which, you may be a little confused, let me explain to you..." The man with glasses organized his thoughts again and said.

Fan Wan turned her head away, and urged the female high school student who spoke just now: "Whether you eat or not is up to you, but you have to pay for it."

"Then I'll give you the money first." Standing at the door at this time, a young woman who looked like a female employee said in a soft voice. , and handed it to Fan Wan.

Fan Wan took the money and touched the hundred yuan, almost crying.

It has been in business for so long, and it is the first time to make money. I almost want to cry.

"Okay, since the money has been collected, let me..."

The man with glasses wanted to talk again, Fan Wan immediately clasped his hands together, bowed to everyone, and shouted: "Everyone, heroes, thank you for your patronage, remember the five-star praise! I won't get involved in this matter, I wish you all a good time joy."

After speaking, he quickly oiled the soles of his feet, twisted his buttocks, and ran out of the room.

He rushed all the way from the second floor to the gate, turned the handle vigorously, only to find that the door was locked.

Several people upstairs also came out of the room and followed him downstairs.

"Don't work in vain, you can't get out of this house." The man with glasses sighed and said, "Let me explain to you..."

"Brothers and sisters, don't scare me!" Fan Wan interrupted the glasses man's speech in horror, and shouted, "I just deliver food, no house, no car, no savings, selling meals without selling myself, what happened here I don't know anything, I don't know who you are, I haven't seen what you did! Please let me out!"

Fan Wan let out a cry with a strong desire to survive, which made everyone stunned for a while.

"This is a survival and escape game!" The man with glasses suddenly roared, pinching Fan Wan's shoulders with both hands, and roared, "Just a few minutes! Just give me a few minutes to explain! Can you listen to me first without interrupting me?" finish!"

"Okay, tell me." Fan Wan immediately withdrew his frightened expression and replied.

"Very good..." The man with glasses closed his bellows-like voice and said hoarsely, "This is an escape game. We have been trapped here for two days, and one player has already died."

"Who organized it? This is an illegal gathering." Fan Wan interrupted.