I Became the Protagonist of a Crime Novel Chapter 5

I'd done everything I could. Should I be safe now? I didn't know, but I'd tried my best.

There's a saying: when in doubt, seek help from the mystical.

I used to be a firm materialist too, until I transmigrated into this cursed novel...

Who knows if this crazy author might just throw a non-human killer at me and pull some terrible ending.

So I quickly contacted ten temples, monasteries, and churches, asking their abbots, Taoist priests, and pastors to draw talismans and pray for me. I obtained a thousand talismans, a hundred consecrated artifacts, and fifty crosses.

Whether it was an Eastern ghost or a Western ghost, I'd be prepared.

I stuck talismans and placed blessed artifacts at the front door, kitchen, loft, living room, ceiling, toilet, mirrors, and everywhere else that ghosts loved to appear in horror movies.

Except in the bedroom... I only stuck a few talismans outside the bedroom door.

All preparations were finally completed on the afternoon of the seventh day. I took a good nap to rest up.

As soon as it got dark, the killer would come...