All living beings in hell

Chapter 43 - The Death of the Writer
The sapphire pen was burning on my chest, and a sharp pain came along with the burning sensation.

I opened my mouth and couldn't speak, I took a few steps back and hit the bookshelf behind me, and I fell to the ground.The right hand is still firmly grasping the body of the sapphire pen.Just when I was about to pull the sapphire pen out of my chest, I raised my left hand again, pressing against the pen tip.With a force from the left palm, with a puff, the sapphire pierced straight into the chest.A hot feeling poured out of my throat, and my mouth was full of blood.

"I said, I will leave you one day, writing. But I didn't expect this day to come so soon." The voice of the eyes came from between my shoulder blades.

My body was shaking uncontrollably, a large amount of blood overflowed from the chest of the official uniform, and the front of the clothes was already soaked in blood.His right hand lost strength and was limp on the side.The left hand moved away from the wound on the chest, and more blood flowed out, like the cork of an overturned red wine bottle being pulled out.

"Why, you want to kill me?"

"You won't let me kill others, I can only kill you."

"You're not me. Who the hell are you..."

My vision has started to blur.

A queuing number plate numbered 86 floated down in front of me, and my eyes continued to say: "You wrote the wrong pen. I said, I am you, but I am not you. Who said that you can't kill yourself?"

"I... I don't understand."

"You're nothing without me."

My chest no longer oozes blood, yet my body cools down.Suddenly a sharp pain came from every inch of the muscle, as if the muscles and bones were peeled from the muscles.I bit my lip, but still cried out in pain.

"The separation process is very painful, just like cutting conjoined twins alive. You hurt, so do I."

Eyes roared in a low voice, and there was a crisp sound between the shoulder blades, I don't know if any bone was broken.My whole body convulsed into a ball, and I couldn't tell which part of my body was in pain.

cold, so cold.

Vision blurred, I watched my legs twitch and tremble on the ground.There was another low growl from my eyes, and my body jumped forward like a broken puppet with broken strings, and fell to the ground on the left side of my face.The sapphire pen hit the ground, directly penetrated the chest cavity, and poked out from the back.

The spider-like long legs stepped on my body and slowly crawled to my face. In the center of the spider's body was the blood-red eye.Its insect-like feet are the traction lines connecting the veins of my body.

I fell to the ground and watched the spider's long legs walk around in front of my eyes, struggling with every breath.

"Writing, let's stop here, thank you for your company all the time, now I'm leaving."

I couldn't speak anymore, and looked at it with my eyes open, hoping that after it left my body, I could still hear my inner voice: "Why did you kill me?" I asked silently in my heart.

"This universe is so big. There are many mes in the parallel universe, us. If you kill one self, there will be many other selves. I am very curious about your 'me'. So you died, but you didn't die, because I will live on."

Eyes lifted my chin with one tentacled foot: "But it's a pity to be so young."

The pain in the body has gradually disappeared, only the burning part of the sapphire pen on the chest is still twitching.

I feel my body getting colder and colder...

He stared at me for a while, then gently closed my eyelids.

"Goodbye writing, death is not the end, you know it."

(End of this chapter)