I'm the author of this novel, but why am I in my own work?

The series of strange events happening in front of my eyes forced me to recognize the fact that from the moment I saw that strange person on the bus, someone could be guiding me into this game.

I took out my bookmark, and that's when I realized that the curly runes were already all over the surface of the bookmark. Are bookmarks a prop to enter this world? What about runes?

My first instinct was Shiraishi, but now I don't even know how to get out, and I ran into a murder. As the author of this book, I am well aware of my situation, and the two people I have just witnessed fighting each other are not very clean, especially the man who kills with a knife, he is a traitor, a demon who will not hesitate to lose everything for the sake of profit.

I witnessed the whole process of his murder, and if I let him know, my short life of ten years would probably come to an end. You have to get out of here quickly, or at least hide in a place where he won't be discovered.

It's ironic that the characters in the book turn their hands on the author. The character is a mirror that reflects the author's own heart, can it be regarded as killing himself?

I created this city, and it stands to reason that I should be familiar with every street, but the reality is that when the fake scene really appears in front of me, I become overwhelmed. I stumbled into a dark alley, the mossy stone path seemed to suggest that the alley had been abandoned for a long time, and that the man wouldn't have found it in such a remote place.

Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, the man in black standing at the end of the alley made my hair stand on end! What kind of "good luck" do I have to be able to bump into a murderer face to face!

The man noticed me too, his red eyes slashing at me like sharp knives, the bloody aura in his eyes chilled, the air seemed to drop to zero due to his presence, and the thin ice moved rapidly along the walls on both sides, gradually closing the entrance and exit of the alley.

Ice wasn't an illusion he imposed on me, it was his ability, and if memory serves, he had another ability.

I saw ice picks coming straight up and down like bamboo shoots from the ground, approaching me at a very fast speed, and he had only one purpose, to seal the mouth.

I watched as the icicles came straight at me, two meters, one meter, fifty centimeters, thirty centimeters! No, I can't just die, and I'm ready to fight him to the death.

Icicles can only appear alone, and the time for the next icicle to appear will gradually increase with the time when the previous icicle appears, and I can probably dodge the width between the two icicles.

"It's now!" I calculated the time for the ice pick to appear in the next second, and the distance at which each ice pick appeared was about a fixed one, and looking at the distance between the two ice picks in front of me, I quickly ran towards the empty area, and sure enough, I dodged the one that hit me.

"That's good, you can actually dodge, so look at you in the next second, can you still dodge as you wish?" The man's strongest desires were revealed between the lines, and he looked at me struggling like an ant, and laughed almost madly.

There was a "click" sound on the ground beneath my feet, and no, he was so hard that even the ground was frozen with a layer of ice, and he was about to climb up my legs.

"You can only be blamed for being so unlucky, farewell, stupid poor man"

I saw the knife he was holding, and there was still dried blood.

"Don't you think, murder demon!"

I've never hated the characters I've created so much, what kind of people can I create like him?

Isn't the murderous demon just scolding himself?

"Oh, you see, in that case, you can't live in this world for a second!"

"Say I'm a murderous demon? Heh, what about you? What about you? Don't look for those high-sounding reasons, every one of you is a murderer! It's just that you never remember! You guys, and that guy who pretended to be garlic when he was dying, should be damned! ”

The man's emotions suddenly went out of control, and black runes appeared on his distorted face, deeply imprinted on his face.

Right now, my mind goes blank, and I can't think of anything about him.

"It hurts!" I slipped and fell on my heels, and the slender icicles that appeared in all directions at the same time rose from the ground, and I couldn't react at all, and I closed my eyes in despair, I really deserved it.

"What is this?"

I heard the sound of an ice pick shattering and the man's screams of surprise, what happened? I plucked up the courage to open my eyes, a bookmark was floating in mid-air, was it the role of the bookmark?

"I'm sorry, please forgive me for my offense" The man's expression changed as if his personality had changed, and he looked at me in horror, and the madness he had shown before was gone.

I raised my hand, and the bookmark moved with my movements, and the moment I stretched my hand forward, the bookmark followed my movements and flew straight towards the person.

"Don't!" He stuck his knife into the ground, and a circle of purple light appeared on the ground, his presence giving himself a chance to buffer, and the bookmark's movement slowed down, but did not stop it.

When the bookmark passed through the purple light, the man also took the opportunity to flee.

Seeing this, the bookmark came back and landed in my hands. I knew that if it could make murderers so cowardly, it would be able to get me out of here.

After this thrilling fight, my psychological defense has long since collapsed, and my hands are clutching the bookmark tightly, like a drowning person seeing a life-saving straw.

"Please, let me get out of here!"

The bookmark heard my words and immediately worked, and anomalous runes resurfaced on the surface, and white light flashed before my eyes, and I fell into a coma again.

After regaining consciousness again, I opened my eyes, and I was still standing in place, is this coming back? I still have memories of what I experienced in that world, and I glanced at my arm, and the marks of the previous scratches from the icicle were intact, and there was no pain at all. I was even more skeptical that I was hallucinating, but I clearly remembered the scene when I was scratched, and if it was a brain illusion, it would be too real.

That's right, that bookmark! Bookmarks helped me get out of that world, and the existence of something like a medium would prove that none of this was a hallucination. I pulled into my pocket, and it was empty.

But that bookmark was in my pocket before I fell unconscious, and since I could even have a false sense of touch, what could I believe? That's right, it must be fake, it must be an illusion, or a particularly real hallucination.