A fascinating dialogue between a philosophy PhD and an anti-prostitution police officer

This was the most memorable interrogation I experienced during my brief time at the XX City police station.

That noon, the "Yellow Submarine" (my code name for the anti-prostitution team) brought back another truckload of clients and prostitutes.

This would normally be an extremely routine occurrence.

But what was unusual was that one client reportedly refused to pay the fine.

Fines from clients and prostitutes are the economic lifeline of local public security agencies in our country, and the harm caused by refusing to pay fines is extremely serious. If all clients

and prostitutes followed suit, how could our police station function, and who would maintain public order in XX City? "

Who is he? So powerful, even the Eight Great Vajras couldn't handle him?" I asked.

"A PhD student from XX University, isn't that impressive?"

"Damn, impressive..." I suddenly thought of the Sun Zhigang incident a while ago, and my throat went dry. "Yes, after all, XX University

is still very prestigious in China."

This piqued my interest. Coincidentally, the station chief was urgently recruiting me for the ice storm operation, after all, I graduated from XX Public Security University.

That guy didn't really look like a PhD; he had fair, slender skin and a thin build. He looked a bit like Wang Lei, but more handsome.

What were you and the woman next door doing in room 1132 of the XX Hotel? (The presiding judge deliberately emphasized the word "doing")

Nothing.

Nothing? You two were naked, lying on the same bed, and you say you weren't doing anything.

What do you think we were doing?

You—(The presiding judge leaned in, staring intently) were engaged in illegal sex work!

So you admit to having legal sex work?

Just say it, you're soliciting prostitution. (The presiding judge's voice suddenly rose, making my ears ring)

How do you know I was soliciting prostitution?

We caught you in the act, you were both caught in the act, and you're still being stubborn.

Didn't you just say we were engaged in illegal sex work? Did you see "sex"?

What good could happen when you're lying naked together?

Is this what you call soliciting prostitution?

What else could it be?

If someone walks into the wrong bathroom and is seen naked by a member of the opposite sex, does that mean she slept with everyone in the bathroom, or that she was

slept with by everyone?

That's not the same thing.

But in terms of being naked, there's no difference.

You didn't do that?

That's my private matter; I don't need to tell you.

Did you know that woman before?

No.

You were lying naked in bed with a woman you didn't know, and when the police rushed in, you were on top of her. What were you doing then?

I don't need to find excuses for sleeping naked. Being on top of her is just a matter of position. My chair is low, your seats are high,

you're on top of me—what does that prove?

The presiding judge, as usual, would have started a full-blown brawl long ago, but today, due to the director's stern instructions and with me watching, he

was afraid I'd underestimate his skills and didn't dare to act rashly. He muttered a few words to the clerk behind him.

In the brief silence, the PhD sat there dejectedly, the coldness in his eyes undiminished.

A moment later, the presiding interrogator picked up a glass tube from the samples brought in by the lab technician. "

Do you recognize what's in here?"

"I can't see clearly." "

Then let me bring it closer. "

The assistant took the tube and waved it in front of his eyes. "

It looks like semen." He said casually. " You're

quite knowledgeable." "Do you know whose it is?" "

Without equipment, everyone's are the same."

"Are you pretending to be stupid, or do you have a bad memory? You forgot where you were standing in line so quickly." "

What do you want to know?

This stuff was collected from her vagina. Don't tell me you were masturbating on the balcony and she happened to be sunbathing downstairs and accidentally got wet

." "

I've never denied having sex with her."

"Isn't that enough?" "That's exactly what I wanted to hear. If you had confessed earlier, I would have been lenient with you."

"That's it? Your conclusion is that sexual intercourse equals prostitution?"

The atmosphere in the interrogation room became extremely strange.

He sat there, his expression unchanged. But we all felt the presiding interrogator's conclusion was ridiculous. "

Then why did she sleep with you?"

"You should ask her that.

She said you promised her 150 yuan in the park.

That's what she said then. Were you there?

She's a repeat offender on the record here, arrested multiple times for prostitution.

So, every time she has sex, it's prostitution? What about when she masturbates? Don't you arrest her then?

Be serious!"

The presiding interrogator finally gave me a wink; it was finally my turn.

Without hesitation, I asked a question that would astound everyone: "

What do you study?

" Suddenly, a look of surprise appeared in his icy eyes. "Philosophy."

I turned and left the interrogation room.

He really got away with it.

I gained a tremendous advantage. I gave up on becoming a career police officer and decided to pursue a master's degree in philosophy, and I'm determined to get a doctorate. Even prostitution has an exemption!

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