At 3:17 in the morning, the phone lit up.
Caller ID: Fan Nanqing.
But she died three years ago.
Fan Xuanxuan answered the phone tremblingly, and his sister's familiar voice came from the receiver: "Brother, I'm at home, please open the door."
At the same time, there was a knock on the bedroom door.
Fully synchronized.
He opened the door and found the hallway empty. But there was a series of wet footprints on the ground, extending from under the curtains and stopping next to his bed.
It was as if something was standing next to him and watching him.
New writing appeared on the diary, which was the last sentence written by my sister three years ago: "The woman in the red raincoat will appear every time it rains."
It started to rain outside the window.
Across the road, a red figure looked up at his window.
She's back.
With the secret of the car accident three years ago.
And Fan Xuanxuan will soon discover——
My sister's death was not an accident.
The woman in the red raincoat is never alone.
