Hellish Delivery on a Typhoon Day

Typhoon 'Qiangwang' made a strong landfall in Taiwan, causing Tainan to suspend work and school. Outside, fierce winds and torrential rain raged, branches flew wildly, and not a soul could be seen on the streets. Xiao Jie was alone in his rented room, listening to the 'whoosh' of the wind outside, his stomach growling with hunger. He opened the delivery app with a 'what if' attitude, and to his surprise, a Salted Crispy Chicken stall was still open! He excitedly placed an order and wrote in the remarks: 'Thank you for your hard work on this typhoon day! Please leave it at the door, and I'll pick it up myself.' In less than twenty minutes, a 'knock knock knock' echoed from his doorstep. Xiao Jie was overjoyed and quickly opened the door a crack. He saw a delivery person in a raincoat standing outside, drenched from head to toe, dripping water, their face hidden low. The strangest thing was, there were no puddles around their feet, and… no footprints either. The delivery person slowly raised their head, revealing a pale, bloodless face, their voice dry as if from the depths of the earth: 'Sir… your salted crispy chicken has arrived… The wind and rain were so strong on this typhoon day… it was so hard for me to get here…' Xiao Jie gasped, instantly realizing – this was no living person, but a vengeful spirit wandering out on a typhoon day! Just as Xiao Jie's heart was about to leap out of his chest and he was preparing to scream and run, the female ghost slowly added: '...Also, the city government clearly announced a typhoon holiday today, and delivery platforms are universally banned from dispatching orders. I was a delivery driver in life, and even in death, I'm being forcefully dragged out by the platform's algorithm to take orders across realms… What kind of sweatshop hell is this?!'