A client who left the police helpless

A customer who leaves the police helpless (A must-read for horny guys! Recommended!)

Yesterday at noon, we received a notice to assist the police station in a midnight raid on prostitution. Not long after, the "Yellow Submarine" (my nickname for the joint raid team) brought back another truckload of prostitutes and brothels from the market. This would normally be a very routine occurrence. But what was unusual was that one customer reportedly refused to pay the fine.
Fines from prostitutes and brothels are the economic lifeline of local law enforcement agencies in our country. Refusing to pay fines is extremely dangerous. If all prostitutes and brothels followed suit, how could our police station function? Who would maintain order in this 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?" "Impressive…" I suddenly thought of the Sun Zhigang incident a while back, and my throat went dry. "Yes, after all, XX University is still very prestigious in China." This piqued my interest. Just then, the station chief urgently needed me to participate in the ice storm operation; after all, my mind is quite sharp.
That guy didn't really look like a doctor. He had fair, delicate skin and a thin build. At first glance, he looked like Wang Lei, but he was more handsome than Wang Lei.
"What were you and the woman next door doing in room 302 of the Yangtze River 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 leans in, staring intently) were engaged in illegal sex work!"
"So you admit to legal sex work then."
"Just say it, you were soliciting prostitution." (The presiding judge's voice suddenly rose, making my ears ring)
"How do you know I was soliciting prostitution?"
"Caught 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 someone of the opposite sex, does that mean she solicited everyone in the bathroom, or that she was solicited by everyone?"
"That's not the same thing."
"But there's no difference in the fact that you were naked."
"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?”
He wouldn’t admit defeat until he was faced with the truth. Normally, the presiding judge would have already started a full-blown brawl, but today, due to the director’s stern instructions and my presence, he was afraid I would underestimate his listening skills, so he didn’t 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 unwavering. After a while, the presiding judge picked up a glass tube from the samples brought by the lab technician.
“Do you recognize what’s in here?”
“Too far away, 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 calmly.
"You're really knowledgeable! Do you even know whose this is?"
"Without equipment, everyone's are the same."
"Are you playing dumb, 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 taken 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."
"That settles it, isn't it? 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 thought the presiding interrogator's conclusion was ridiculous.
"Then why did she get into your bed?"
"You should ask her that."
"She said you promised her 150 yuan in the park."
"That's what she said. 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 judge finally gave me a look; it was finally my turn. Without saying a word, I asked a question that shocked everyone: "What do you study?
" Suddenly, a look of surprise appeared in his icy eyes. "Philosophy."
I didn't ask any more questions, because I knew it was all in vain. Later, he was indeed acquitted.
I decided to give up my glorious job as a police auxiliary officer, switch to studying philosophy, and definitely get a PhD in philosophy...

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