The Red and Black Personalities Are Also Fighting Today

[Copywriting and writing are two different things] [The copywriter is a liar, I cannot say that the text is exactly the same as the copywriting, I can only say that it has nothing to do with it. The copywriting looks like a plot flow, but the main text is full of emotional entanglements (I haven't changed it yet because I can't think of a new one)] [I, Takei, am a little sick and like Gin. Click to see the relationship history of Gin and I falling in love and killing each other, losing our memories and misunderstandings, and breaking up and getting back together. (This sentence is the real copywriting) In my brain, there are two personalities, including me, there are three. One is the older brother, who has his heart set on the red side. He thinks about how to break away from the organization every day, or become a first-rate undercover agent. He also wants to save the police academy team, even at the expense of himself. One is the younger brother, who loves black. Every day he thinks about how to kill Rum and become the second-in-command of the organization, and how to get rid of all the undercover agents. He always wants to get rid of the little detective Death in advance. I'm the one in the middle, the sweet little one. I am very Buddhist every day, and I do whatever they ask me to do. Probably because I am the only one who can control this body for a long time, so although they quarrel every day, they never involve me. But one day they quarreled so much that they almost got into a fight. I felt like my head was going to explode, I couldn't breathe, and I felt dizzy. An honest person will explode one day, and I became angry! I slapped the table and announced that you are noisy and you can do whatever you want. Anyway, I quit, I'm on strike. So I left the organization, became anonymous, and started living my own life. The third child was unhappy because I had left the organization and was not black enough. The boss is not happy either, because I am making money from various people in a gray area and am not popular enough. I don't care what they think, I live my own life. However, why are all the people who have helped and cheated me come forward one after another! "Are you Sosuke Takei?" A black-haired woman in her twenties knocked on the door of the black clinic with her sister. Takei Sosuke is the boss, not me. So I answered, "I'm not." But she didn't believe it. She rented the house next door and visited every day, bringing delicious food and drinks, saying she was grateful for my help. "Are you Takei Yuma?" The blond and dark-skinned man kicked the door open aggressively. Takei Yu is the third child, not me. So I answered, "I'm not." He didn't seem to believe it, so he swung his fist and gritted his teeth, wishing to cut me into pieces. After them, came the policeman in sunglasses and his little tame, the man in black with long silver hair and his little brother, and the narrow eyes who claimed to be a graduate student... Please, I just want to live a peaceful life! [CpGIN, main recipient] [Third person in the text] [Marked for comprehensive comics, but only a little comprehensive] [Both the protagonist and CP are not normal people, they are both sick] Intention: Stick to yourself and don't follow the crowd