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At the commendation meeting, a fat man with his police uniform stretched tight stood on stage speaking passionately. Below the stage. “Master, I heard you used to work with him. What kind of person do you think he is?” “When he wears the police uniform, he is the loveliest person; when he takes it off, he is not a person.” “How can you say that? He is a hero. I think you are jealous.” “Jealous?” The veteran detective’s mouth twitched: “Have you ever seen an old man carry an old woman across the road?”