God Finds a Way Out of My Novel

My name is Hu Wang. I am a novelist, and I have always been good at writing novels. The popularity is half dead, but just now I discovered that my novels seem to be alive! Right! Literally alive! At three o'clock in the morning, there was a knock on my door. I looked out through the peephole, and saw a man in a bright red courier suit standing there, holding a box in his hand, and said in a weird voice that sounded like his vocal cords were stained with dust: "Your final chapter has arrived, please sign for it." "You're crazy, what kind of express delivery is there in the middle of the night!" I cursed and pulled back my head, thinking that the industry recession has already turned into this, and there is no need to be so dedicated during the Ghost Festival theme month, right? Returning to the computer desk, I drank half a glass of cold water to calm down my shock. My anger was gone, but my mind couldn't help but start to automatically replay the clips just now - red clothes, delivery, midnight, the final chapter... Wait a minute... "Red", "Recipient", "Complete"... Why do these keywords become more familiar the more you think about them? "No! Damn it!" I jumped up from the chair, my scalp numbing. "Isn't this plot the same as "The Recipient in Red" I wrote before?!" I suddenly turned my head to the cold-lit screen, which was displaying the latest chapter I had just typed: [It was born from the darkness and is currently lying under your bed. When you read this sentence, it has already seen you. Crack! Now I really want to say goodbye! Is there any solution? Waiting online, quite urgent. . .