The asphalt pavement at the Qinghuai Road bus stop glowed with a strange oily sheen, and the red taillights of the No. 302 Bus were smeared into a blood mist in the heavy rain. Lin Xiaoyu clutched the soaked backpack straps and stared at the constantly beating 23:59 on the screen of her mobile phone. The voice rang in her ears again: "It won't come until 07:35."
Does hell really exist? How can a person who died in vain calm down his hatred? There will always be someone who opens the door for the innocent soul to move forward...
Concept: horror, reincarnation, yin and yang exchange