If there really are ghosts in the world, then March 14 is the fourth "seven". She waited for the day to come.

It was another rainy day, and the wheels and rails of the subway made a rhythmic "click......" sound.

Xiao Ai held the pull tab and looked at the opposite window. Through it, you can vaguely see the city that is both familiar and unfamiliar......

As the subway started, her shadow was reflected in the window. The shadows coincide with the night scene outside the window, sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.

Suddenly, the face of the terrible bloody woman gradually appeared on the car window. Strands of blood oozed from his forehead, onto his face, collar, and even his trouser legs...... Xiao Ai shuddered.

A sudden braking, the carriage went dark, and the subway went black. That sense of foreboding, horror, and the unknown hung over her. She didn't dare to move, and only used her sense of hearing to spy on her surroundings.

As the mood became more and more tense, the chest rose and fell more and more.

Suddenly, the backup power was activated, and the carriage was back to light. The subway is moving slowly again. She wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, let out a long breath, and her whole body suddenly softened, as if it had fallen apart. She felt a little tired, too tired. Once again, make sure that nothing unusual is happening on the windows. I decided to get off the train one stop early, relax and walk home with an umbrella.

The streets are dim, and the dense rain splashes relentlessly on every corner of the city. Drops of rain rolled from the corners of the umbrella onto the hem of her skirt.

The sound of Tito's heel hitting the road echoed through the darkness. Maybe with the company of this voice, walking at night will not be lonely.

"Huh......" A taxi drove by, splashing water, Xiao Ai couldn't dodge, and his leather shoes were soaked. When she was frustrated, the red light at the intersection turned on, and she could only hold an umbrella and wait patiently at the traffic light on the opposite side.

She watched the jump in the traffic light numbers and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Slowly, fear and anxiety came to my face. Her head ached, as if she had been here before.

It was also a rainy night, the same intersection, the same traffic lights, the speeding car, the woman who was hit, the blood oozing from her forehead, she was weak, lying straight on the road. The woman who had been hit stretched out her right hand with difficulty, trying to crawl over and pick up the piece of chocolate that had been knocked away...... However, her whole body was stiff, and she could only look directly at the piece of chocolate soaked in the rain......