Global Erosion: Non-Human Claims to Be My Mr.

What a strong wind!

Putting down his arm that was blocking the wind, Qin Mo pushed open the half-open door and walked quickly to the place where the bracelet disappeared.

I always feel something is wrong, so I'd better go back quickly after getting the bracelet.

Qin Mo pursed his lips and bent over in front of the desk where he had sat.

The silver bracelet lies quietly on the narrow table, waiting for its owner to take it home.

Qin Mo took out the bracelet quickly, and the crystal light flashed on the bracelet like twinkling stars.

The stagnant breath began to flow slowly again after confirming that the bracelet had really returned.

The heavy weight on my heart seemed to be lightened by half and I felt lighter.

Feeling that it would be more reassuring if the bracelet stayed on him all the time, Qin Mo put the bracelet on his fingertips as he walked.

Qin Mo lifted up his sleeve that was in the way and his eyes narrowed suddenly.

At some point his sleeves were cut, and a diagonal vertical scratch destroyed the overall harmony of the smooth blue stripes on his white casual shirt, leaving four scratches of varying lengths, revealing his snow-white skin.

I suddenly felt a dull pain in my arm as if it was being pierced by needles.

Three unhealed scratches oozed blood under Qin Mo's astonished gaze, like blood plums spreading freely in the snow, quietly blooming on the snow-white skin.

What kind of sharp weapon could cut his sleeve silently and make him feel no pain?

Dark light kept floating in his bright eyes. Qin Mo straightened his sleeves expressionlessly to cover the glowing silver bracelet on his wrist.

He walked slowly and calmly back towards the open door, and nothing out of the ordinary happened until he locked the door.

Maintaining a calm expression, every step Qin Mo took seemed to be measured and perfect.

It feels like you are leisurely strolling in your own courtyard, admiring the moon.

Only faint breathing sounds could be heard in the corridor. Qin Mo was happy that he only liked to wear soft-soled casual sneakers and that he had always had good behavior habits.

It is really a good habit to walk lightly and only make heavy footsteps when necessary.

It might even be able to save lives when necessary.

He was not sure what was going on. The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt, as if a mysterious force was pulling at his sanity.

Qin Mo's peripheral vision slightly tilted and he suddenly discovered that he could clearly see the bright red number 378 on the classroom door which was gradually moving away from him.

Something is getting wrong around me...

How could a normal human being see everything in the darkness with just their eyes?

As time passed, Qin Mo paced in the teaching building with a wry smile.

No matter how many excuses he made, they seemed weak and powerless in the face of facts.

The entire teaching building gradually revealed its daylight glory, and Qin Mo could already clearly see the patterns on the floor.

It was like a killer hiding in the darkness finally revealed his sharp, cold blade and stabbed fiercely at his prey.

The pitch-black night that emerged from the patio of the teaching building protected Qin Mo's precarious sanity. For a moment, Qin Mo really thought it was daytime.

Except for the starry sky above, the surrounding area seems to be in daytime where everything is visible.

The 3 at the stairs became 1. Under normal circumstances, he should have left the teaching building and was on his way to his soft bed.

The reality was that he once again stood silently at the stairs on the third floor. The bright red numbers on the wall between the floors became more and more shocking, as if they were mocking Qin Mo's wasted efforts.

No matter how uneasy he felt in his heart, Qin Mo maintained a calm expression.

His experiences since childhood have taught him that panic and fear are the prey of bad people, whether it is for humans or unknown creatures.

All emotions were hidden in his deep dark eyes. Qin Mo slowly raised his foot without any hesitation, maintaining his own pace and walking down the stairs step by step.

The cycle repeated again and again. As the temperature around him continued to drop, Qin Mo's movements became stiffer and his brain, which was spinning rapidly to maintain his rationality, seemed to be frozen.

Just when he thought that he might have to spend the night in a constant cycle of stairs, something changed.

Suddenly, the sound of another person's footsteps was heard on the stairs above his head, like a heavy hammer that awakened Qin Mo's dormant mind.

One sound after another.

Qin Mo seemed to be able to see a pair of feet, the toes first lightly touching the ground and then the heels hitting the ground heavily with a heavy sound, and each step was solid.

It's like a leader wearing leather shoes and deliberately making crisp sounds on the floor, attracting the attention of passers-by and serving as a warning.

Sounds that are commonplace during the day have a distinctly strange feeling in the quiet night, so harsh and terrifying that they are hard to ignore.

If someone else were here, they would probably be scared to death.

Qin Mo couldn't help but sigh at how brave he was for still having the mood to daydream.

Dong~dong~dong~dong~

Each step coincided with Qin Mo's footsteps, echoing heavily in each stairwell.

It seemed as if it was afraid that Qin Mo would not be able to discover its existence.

Qin Mo's mouth twitched. He ignored the increasingly loud sound above his head and the sound of footsteps approaching, and continued to walk on his own path.

Time moved forward another step, and Qin Mo could hear various emotions such as impatience from the orderly footsteps.

It's like a warning bell before class.

Qin Mo bit the tip of his tongue and became alert.

The next second, his raised footsteps encountered a layer of resistance, and were delayed for one second before falling.

A black line as thin as a hair quickly disappeared into the corner.

The apparent peace was broken.

For the first time, the two footsteps changed, one heavy and one light, sounding one after another.

Following Qin Mo's footsteps, I didn't expect that Qin Mo, who had always been calm, would actually make a mistake.

Two or three footsteps sounded quickly, as if accusing something but also carrying some joy.

Qin Mo felt a chill down his spine, and with a palpitating heart he looked up, trying to see through the hard steel and concrete to see the predator hiding behind him.

The footsteps above his head disappeared the moment he stopped.

Qin Mo's face was pale, as if the blood in his body was frozen drop by drop, but a hint of doubt flashed across his eyes.

The entire stairwell was as quiet as before, returning to a state where he was the only living being there.

The sound of slow and gentle breathing was heard on the empty corner platform, but the violent storm that I had imagined in my mind did not come.

Qin Mo's eyes moved slightly, and he took a few tentative steps down.

as predicted.

Just as he started walking again, the sound of orderly footsteps rang out again.

Like a babbling child, imitating the actions of adults.

Deliberately...

Then a thought appeared in Qin Mo's mind.

It's teasing me...

Qin Mo felt a chill in his heart, and suddenly the ghost story Hua Chi told him flashed through his mind.

Smart ghosts will imitate humans' every move in the dark until their behaviors completely overlap, and then the two will switch places.

Ghosts will replace humans and come out of the darkness, and humans will replace ghosts and live in darkness from now on.

At that time, Qin Mo felt that Hua Chi was indeed a fan of the supernatural, and even the ghost stories he told were particularly real.

It's so terrifying to hear it, and it makes people imagine a series of scenes.

If he could get out safely, Qin Mo thought his ghost story would be even better next time.

After several cycles, the numbers around me kept changing from 3 to 1.

At the corner from 3 to 2, Qin Mo was about to take the next step when he suddenly noticed a pair of black leather shoes neatly placed on the stairs three or four steps behind him.

The toes of the shoes were still shining with the white light of icicles.