The door opened was a chubby young man in his twenties.

It is also commonly known as the fat man.

He looked Bu Fang up and down, because even if he climbed nineteen floors, he shouldn't be so tired.

After all, he didn't know that it was impossible for Bu Fang to actually come all the way to deliver food.

"Nineteen yuan." Bu Fang repeated it again.

While saying that, the sweat on his face was flowing down.

Seeing Bu Fang like this, he was really scared of the dead home.

He muttered, "What should I do if I didn't bring my change?"

Bu Fang is very skilled in this regard.

He took out his cell phone, showed the receipt code, and completed it in one go without any pause.

After all, everyone has practiced this action countless times.

The fat man did not dare to neglect at all, and quickly scanned the code. When he heard the receipt notice, Bu handed him the other party's takeaway.

Then he turned around and took a step.

The whole person fell to the ground in an instant.

The fat guy was stunned.

He looked around.

There was no one else in the corridor.

It was quiet, only a slight breeze drifted by.

So he decisively closed the door.

It doesn’t matter to yourself, and you’re hanging up. In this world, the most annoying thing for everyone is trouble.

Only Bu Fang was left alone lying there quietly.

And after a moment, the door opened again.

The fat man looked at Bu Fang who was falling down and walked forward and touched his neck. After confirming that he had touched the pulse, he breathed a little relieved. He clamped the creaking nest of the starting square with his hand, and then slowly dragged him into the room.

...

...

Bu Fang woke up slowly.

In fact, when you are sure that you will not die, you will have no psychological burden when you do many things.

Because most things in this world dare not do, to put it bluntly, they are afraid of death.

Bu Fang felt that his resurrection speed was accelerating, and even said that he had resurrected just now, whether he was just a simple coma, Bu Fang could not accurately judge.

After all, Bu Fang is one of the few people in this world who can't tell the difference between fainting and death.

For him, fainting is death.

Death means fainting.

Then he saw the fat man playing games aside.

He sat up from the sofa.

The fat man turned around and saw Bu Fang, so he paused the game and handed Bu Fang a bottle of drink: "Brother, it has nothing to do with me."

"You dragged me in?" Bu Fang looked around and asked tentatively.

"Who else can it be? It can't be a ghost." The young man from the Death House said self-deprecatingly: "I just checked you, otherwise I wouldn't want people dead in the house."

"What if I die?" Bu Fang asked.

"Of course I'll call the police." The young man from the dead house said without hesitation.

"What a good idea." Bu Fang nodded and praised, feeling that he had even found a resonance with the other party.

"I thought you were not a good person." Bu Fang said.

Of course, the person who ordered takeout because he didn't want to go downstairs and asked the delivery guy to climb the 19th floor of the stairs would not be a good person.

"Don't you know you're also fierce?" The young man from Death House retorted: "I gave you money at that time because I was afraid that I wouldn't give you, so you threw the takeaway in my face."

"I won't." Bu Fang said sure.

Because wasting food is not suitable.

"And I am not a good person at all. I have received enough good person cards in my life." The young man from Death House looked at Bu Fang and said, "I am just an ordinary person. Look at me, I stay at home and play games every day, and I know that I am not a promising person, and I am even a little bad."

"But seeing someone fainting at my door, I still can't close the door and wait for him to die. At least I can move in and let you blow the cold wind and drink something."

"Thank you." Bu Fang stood up.

What the other party said makes sense.

It's also very real.

There is no difference between purely good people and bad people in this world.

Good people can do bad things, and bad people can do good things.

"Let's leave now?" The young man from Death House was a little curious.

"Yeah." Bu Fang nodded, and pointed to his clothes: "I still have to deliver takeaway."

"Wait." The young man from the dead house said quickly.

Bu Fang looked at him.

He watched him take out his cell phone and get out the payment code: "You don't have to give the air conditioner money."

"Beverage costs three dollars per bottle."

...

...

Bu Fang happily gave the money and exchanged it for the same price, but he was actually very satisfied.

Judging from the time, he actually fainted for less than ten minutes, and the iced drink had been thrown away.

It is not because it is not delicious or wasteful, but because it is learned from the past. Ice drinks will soon become warm and even become hot when they are sunny.

So it's better to drink it quickly. After all, it's wise.

After drinking ice drinks and continuing to run on the street, Bu Fang suddenly discovered something magical, that is, he began to run less and less tired.

Although it is essentially an exercise behavior, Bu Fang has realized such immediate exercise for the first time.

Before, he would have been out of breath due to running, his heartbeats faster, sweating continuously, and exhausted all over.

But now he feels more and more that running is just running.

You can run non-stop.

Run at the highest speed.

Run under the scorching sun.

If there is really something wrong with it, it is that Bu Fang is not running very fast.

Even if he is basically running at a 100-meter sprint now.

But if your 100-meter sprint is not very fast, it will be really embarrassing.

But at least - delivery of takeaway is really much faster.

Although Bu Fang was waiting for the traffic light, he did not need to stop and pick up food, did not need to take out his cell phone to make a phone call, or switch to go upstairs.

He just needs to run all the way.

So the order volume also began to increase.

And at this moment, he received a new order.

"A portion of roasted pork ribs, a portion of roasted lamb chops, a whole roasted chicken, and a portion of big steak!" It was all meat, and it was very large and expensive.

However, the deliveryman’s task is to deliver the orders on time.

Bu Fang didn't think much about it either.

And at this moment, his cell phone rang again.

He picked it up.

Opposite is Siri: "Did you receive a new order?"

"Are you not by my side this time?" Bu Fang asked.

"I can't clone it." Siri said simply: "It's too hot to run."

It's really a perfect reason. Almost a guy like Siri will feel hot.

Bu Fang even felt some sense of superiority in an instant.

"Why?" Bu Fang asked.

"Guess?" Siri said with a calm smile.

"Lucky?" Bu Fang asked involuntarily.

"Congratulations on your answer correctly, but there is no reward." Siri said on the other end of the phone: "The other party is a somewhat dangerous lucky person, and he has a lot of involvement. It is not recommended that you go to this muddy water."

Bu Fang was silent for a moment, then asked: "So far, I don't seem to have heard a few of your suggestions yet, right?"

Siri smiled helplessly: "Okay, then you go."
Chapter completed!