Naquele dia, a central de emergências recebeu uma ligação: “Se eu levar para casa o manual de fabricação da mais nova máquina de litografia do País dos Moinhos de Vento, isso é crime?” O atendente pen
“Hello, this is the Public Security Bureau’s emergency call center. How can I assist you?”
“Hi, I have a question. What if I accidentally… cough cough… unintentionally brought back the detailed manufacturing manual for the photolithography machine from the Windmill Kingdom. Would that be illegal?”
“Excuse me? Sir, this is the emergency call center. Please do not joke around. If you have no other matters, we will end this call now. Please call again only in actual emergencies. Repeated prank calls constitute harassment and are against the law. Thank you for your cooperation.”
At the Public Security Bureau’s call center in the Imperial Capital, Wang Xinxin rubbed her forehead, ready to hang up on what was obviously a prank call.
She didn’t know how many such calls she received daily. They wasted public resources and severely tested one’s patience.
Usually, unless the prank was particularly malicious, first-time offenders wouldn’t be summoned—just a verbal warning.
But as she moved to hang up, the voice on the other end suddenly grew urgent: “No, please don’t hang up. I’m not joking. I really want to know—would this be illegal?”
Wang Xinxin was speechless. “Sir, I’m warning you again. You’re already harassing emergency services. If you continue with such nonsense, I will have the technical department trace your location and send officers to educate you in person!”
“No, I really don’t mean to harass. I’m just very anxious. Just tell me if it’s illegal, and I’ll hang up immediately!”
“...” Wang Xinxin cursed silently, then