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?”