老王把快递放下，签收人签的是个小姑娘，叫林晓。 Task on the app said to leave the package by the door, but there was no door. Just an old wooden crate, tilted to the side like it could fall over any second. The package inside was well-wrapped, but something about the whole setup felt off. Too quiet. The小区 was usually bustling, especially around this corner near the small grocery store, but today it was weirdly still.

老王皱了皱眉，正想往前挪几步，确保东西放稳了才走，背后突然传来一个声音：“王师傅？”

他吓得一哆嗦，回头看去。是个头发花白的老头儿，背有点驼，正倚着墙根抽烟。老头儿穿着件洗得发白的蓝色工装褂子，手里还夹着根烟，烟头亮亮的，在灰蒙蒙的光线下挺刺眼。

“哎，老头儿，您是……？”老王有点懵。

“我刚搬来。”老头儿吐了个烟圈，慢悠悠地说，“听门口保安喊王师傅，我就过来看看是哪个送快递的。我姓马，刚从南方搬过来住几天。”

“哦哦，马师傅是吧。”老王心里嘀咕，这小区不是新搬来的人多吗？怎么又冒出个老马？他没多想，收拾起心思，推着车准备走。

“嘿，王师傅。”马师傅又叫住他，突然压低了声音，“你说……刚才林晓那姑娘，你见着了吗？”

老王心里咯噔一下。林晓？那个签收的小姑娘？他赶紧点头：“哟，见到了啊。怎么，她东西出了什么问题？”

马师傅摆摆手，眼神有点闪烁，凑近了些，像是在分享什么秘密：“不是，不是。就是问问。你这天天送，总能碰到她吧？她人呢？这都四点了，还没影儿。”

老王有点不耐烦了，这老头儿是哪儿来的神神叨叨的毛病？