A Dramatic Transmigration

After winning 30 million in the lottery, I forcefully concluded the novel I was writing. The female lead died of her own beauty while looking in the mirror. The male lead slipped on a banana peel while walking and died. The villain’s house had a gas leak, and he was blown up while smoking. I wrote frantically: “Die! All of you, just die!” …That night, I transmigrated into the book, and I had to fix the ridiculous plot to return to the real world. But I was a step too late. When I got to the female lead’s house, she had already died of her own beauty. And at the scene, I became the only suspect. “She died of her own beauty! Died of her beauty! Why won’t you believe it!?” The police c...