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I have a photo studio, but my customers are not people. "Master, what exactly do you do?" Someone asked in the dilapidated and gray photo. "Ask the soul of the world, do you dare to do unjust things? To plead grievances for the victims and protect ordinary people. Tell me, what services do you need? " After Han Xiu finished speaking, he leaned on the rocking chair. His face could not be seen clearly in the darkness. "Well, I'd better take the ID photo." The man replied. "If you can't take a picture, go out and turn left." "Is your photo studio serious?"