Text: Li Pingfa Columnist of Reading History (dushi818).
When you enter a detention center, you go to prison, and the nature of detention centers and prisons is the same, they are both places where criminals are held, the only difference is that the suspects held in detention centers are held in prisons.
"You have sinned because of all kinds of greed, some greedy for money, some greedy, some greedy, some greedy for fame, some greedy for reputation, some greedy for position, and some admiring power... I hope that through the education of the correctional cadres and your own hard work, you will calm down your hearts, let your anxious hearts calm down, conscientiously study China's legal knowledge, abide by the rules of supervision and discipline, abandon the criminal mentality, and take the first step of reform and self-rehabilitation in the detention center! These are a few words that any criminal suspect in custody can see at the gate of the prison room in Jianli County, Hubei Province, and the huge bold characters are written on the wall of the prison.
Without rules, there is no square circle, which refers to the survival of all things and the benign development of things in social life, which must be followed and conformed to some laws and guidelines.
From the time I remembered to go to school, parents and teachers taught us to be children who understood the rules, observed discipline and were educated, and at that time I had the concept of "rules" in my mind. Later, in the process of growing up, the word "rules" blurred my life, resulting in me becoming a prisoner of the order.
The so-called "rules" in the detention center number are not the rules that must be followed in the place of supervision, nor are they the rules formulated by the prison police, let alone the guidelines and policies of the national prison. Those "rules" were set up by some "old prisoners" who were bored after violating the criminal law earlier, and because they did not study and felt empty, they used all kinds of "rules" to punish the "later" people, like me. "This kind of action is a typical cell boss operation, and once the accident is exposed, it is an act that will be cracked down and punished by our country's laws." I didn't understand this at the time, but I knew I had to protect myself from being hurt for no reason.
In July 1990, members of our criminal gang came to the case one after another and were detained in the Detention Center of Jianli County, Hubei Province.
Detention centers are the dictatorship organs of the People's Republic of China and are places for the detention of criminals, and the law enforcement police in detention centers shoulder the task of guarding security and explaining the law to criminals. During the period of detention in the detention center, criminals are required not to fight, not to harm themselves, not to extort property from other offenders, not to bully other criminals, and so on.
On July 12, the main backbone members of our criminal gang, all eighteen people, were arrested by criminal detention and then put into detention center, in order to avoid the reversal of confessions, the detention center correctional cadres achieved decentralized detention of our criminal gang members, I was put in the thirteenth ward of the county detention center, and the co-defendants were detained in other prison numbers in the detention center.
The thirteenth cell may be just thirteen square meters, and the police guarding this cell is Zhou Cadre, called Zhou Zishu, a man in his fifties. I vividly remember the day I was put in the detention center, it was raining heavily in the sky, and my clothes were wet.
After searching my belongings, cadre Zhou took off my belt again and said to me: "After entering the prison number, I must abide by the rules, study and recite the "Code of Conduct for Detainees" of the People's Republic of China and the "Supervision Rules" on the wall of the cell, and must not take trouble, fight and fight, and so on..." After I was put in the thirteenth cell, there was a "bang" sound behind my back, and it was the Zhou cadre who slammed the iron door of the prison number.
I stood on the stone steps down the cell and looked blankly at the bald-headed arhats who had come in before me, and I didn't have any sense of fear at that time, because the bald heads I faced were all the same as me, and we all had a common name - the suspect. I counted carefully in my mind, and there were 12 people in this prison number (including me), and all ten of them were sitting neatly on the wooden board called Kang. In the corner of the cell wall, I saw a prisoner kneeling on the toilet lid, receiving so-called "rules" punishment (they later told me that all new criminals must accept these corporal punishments when they come in).
They were all shirtless, looking very white and fierce, and they were all wearing uniform blue prison pants, slightly longer than shorts. After seeing the Zhou cadres leave, they suddenly showed their fierce faces, and several of them clenched their fists and pointed them at me. The "trumpet commander" named Li Jibing got up from the bunk bed, walked unhurriedly in front of me, and as he walked, he was still saying to the person who was kneeling: You get up, make room, kneel for him!
After speaking, Li Jibing's right finger came to my eyes: "You! Go to the kneeling toilet! Looking at Li Jibing, whose eyes were angry and fierce, I felt "sick" in my heart at that time, there are still such "rules" in this world. But I immediately asked very firmly: Why should I kneel? Who are you? Why should I kneel? "Yo drink! Dare to resist? Lao Tzu is the chief of The Thirteenth Cell, and if you want to kneel, you must kneel for Lao Tzu! "Li Jibing finished speaking, a punch came at me, I immediately flashed, he punched the wall, Li Jibing may have felt unbearable pain at that time, he kept rubbing that hand, while blowing at this painful fist, a look of pain...
At this moment, everyone else in the prison number walked toward me and surrounded me, and it was only then that my heart began to panic, and the suspect named Zhang Xiangqi said to me: "You! Go to your knees. "I remained motionless, silently resisting. Seeing that I didn't have any reaction, a bald head named Xiang Biao came from behind Zhang Xiangqi, and they both said to me fiercely in one voice: "Kneel or not kneel?" "Don't kneel!" I lifted my head upwards, took off my shirt, pulled open the frame, clenched my fists with both hands, and prepared to fight back.
Just at this moment, a series of sharp bells of the "drip bell" rang out in the corridor of the prison number, and the two bald-headed suspects who wanted to beat me and the other "Luohans" in the prison number all stopped their hands at this moment, put away the shelf style, and took up the wash water used in the prison number, lined up to prepare for the wind, and at the moment when they stepped out of the prison door, Zhang Xiangqi also glared at me viciously, and the commander Li Jibing fiddled with the towel he was going to clean in his hand with his bare hands, and sneered at me with "hum" twice. I took an empty basin in the prison number in my hand, walked out of the prison door to let the wind and water catch water, and thought in my heart, after releasing the wind and returning to the prison number, would they come back to rectify me? "Resign yourself to fate!" I let out a long breath and stopped thinking about it.
After we poured out the dirty water brought out of the cell number, connected with clean water, washed the clothes, and washed the toilet, the twenty-minute wind release time was over, and all the "masters" of our thirteenth cell each took the items in their hands and lined up on the way back to the prison number, all the way without a word.
After entering the cell, the detention center still had ten minutes to open the door of the prison, and twelve of us sat in a line on a wooden kang more than a foot above the ground, each holding the books and newspapers distributed by the detention center to each cell.
The time was not fast and slow to go through ten minutes, the Zhou cadre who managed the thirteenth cell closed the large airtight iron door again, and clearly heard the "click" of the cadre outside the door, which was the sound of the "iron general" locking the door he was holding, I looked through the small door on the big iron door (this small door is the window for the suspects of each cell number to receive meals), the Zhou cadre had turned and left the door of the thirteenth cell, and we sitting in the cell began to sort out our clothes and stack the bedding, suddenly, The suspect xiang Biao leng sneaked up on me from behind and punched me in the back. He punched not lightly or heavily, nor did it make me feel particularly painful, I stood up and twisted my head, my hands stretched forward, grabbed Xiang Biao's right hand, and was preparing to fight back against him, when the prison door was suddenly opened, and Zhou Cadre stood at the door and said to me: "Li Zheng, what are you doing?" Come out and get your stuff. "What?" Who sent it to me? I asked with some doubt.
"It was your girlfriend who sent you clothes, quilts, and some daily necessities, and she went back and put the things she gave you in the detention center guard room, and I will take you to bring them back," Zhou Cadre said after wuzi stood outside the prison door waiting for me.
After taking back the items that have been strictly inspected by the police in the detention center, and finally receiving a letter written to me by the first love from the hands of the police on duty, although I and my first love cannot meet, but from her few words, I feel her love in my heart, I walk back to the prison step by step, and my heart is like overturning the five-flavor bottle.
"Put all the things you have brought back on the bunk bed and give them to the captain to check!" Just after entering the prison number, Zhang Xiangqi said to me in a commanding tone.
"The cadres of the detention center have already inspected what I have received, so why should they check on you?" I didn't say anything to him angrily, so I sat down on the wooden kang.
"It's the rule! The commander has the right to inspect the substances of all the owners of this cell! You'd better get to know each other! Zhang Xiangqi roared at me again.
"It is an indisputable fact that I have violated the law, but I have violated the law of the land, not the private law of your family, and you have no right to inspect the items I have received from the cadres of the detention center!" I continued to argue with them.
At this time, Li Jibing and Xiang Biao got up together, and Captain Li Jibing took a few pairs of bamboo chopsticks that he had sharpened on the floor, and as he walked over to me, he said to me: "Today Lao Tzu has to give you some color!" When he finished, he grabbed my neck with one hand and slammed it against my throat with the sharpened bamboo chopsticks in his hand.
I had to slowly retreat, until my back was against the wall, I felt that there was no way back, I plucked up the courage to take a big step forward despite the pain in my throat, Li Jibing, who saw this situation, took a step back in panic, at this time I finally knew that they just wanted to see if I had the courage and courage to "step forward" after being sharpened chopsticks against my throat. What I didn't expect was that Xiang Biao suddenly jumped up and punched at me, saying that it was late and fast, I cleverly dodged the sharp chopsticks in his hand, and hit him with a heavy fist in the chest, I quickly ran to the side of the toilet, picked up the toilet lid and slammed it down on Biao's head, "boom" a sound, Xiang Biao fell to the ground before he could dodge, the blood on his head was direct, comatose, personnel did not wake up, and The thirteenth cell was instantly quiet...
" Report Week Cadres! " Report Week Cadres! Cell 13 has killed people! A moment later, a suspect named Min Guizhong in the prison number took the lead in putting his face against the small window of the prison number and kept shouting desperately outside the door.
In less than three minutes, Zhou Cadre entered The Thirteenth Cell, and five minutes later, the criminal doctor of the detention center also came to our cell with a medicine box, and after examining Xiang Biao for a while, he only heard the criminal doctor say to Zhou Cadre: "It is quite serious, and we must immediately send it to the county people's hospital for disinfection, stitches, medicine, and rescue treatment." Without further ado, Cadre Zhou hurriedly sent Xiang Biao to the county people's hospital for treatment in the police car of the detention center.
Afterwards, Cadre Zhou told me: "You went down with this lid and stitched eleven stitches on Biao's head..." I couldn't wait and asked Cadre Zhou with some surprise: "How can there be such a serious thing?" "That's because you didn't know that there were four nails on the back of this toilet lid that didn't have a back foot, and Xiang Biao's head was pierced by these four nails, which would be so serious."
After Xiang Biao was thrown to the ground, I did not have time to explain anything for myself and excuse anything, so I was tied up by the armed police guard and locked up in the detention center confinement room without saying a word.
At that time, I was not yet 17 years old, in fact, I was not clumsier than others, just because I was so strong, I chose this wrong way, and gained the respect of others, but I was really wrong, on the road of life, I was wrong again and again...
At ten o'clock in the morning of the next day, the Detention Center in Jianli County, Hubei Province, held a meeting on the education and punishment of all detainees, and I was escorted to the scene of the detention center meeting by armed police fighters in the confinement room, and the director of the institute, Park Bangyu, announced the decision to punish me: Strictly manage for one hundred and twenty hours, use equipment to punish, and observe the after-effects. As soon as Director Park's voice fell, the guarding police brought an iron chair covered with green mustard ash, (I know, this is because no one had ever sat on such a chair in the years of the detention center, and it was moldy for too long) The armed police pressed me down, and then put me in handcuffs and iron shackles, I sat motionless and waited for five days (120 hours) to pass quickly, and the anxious mood at that time I can still experience the truth, pain, helplessness and unbearableness...
In the summer confinement room, mosquitoes are piled up and moldy. At twelve o'clock in the afternoon, when it was lunch time at the detention center, the lunch that day was three or two rice per person, and the dish was potato pieces (lumps) without peeling. I couldn't eat because I was shackled and unable to move, and I had to be fed on the iron chair. I didn't want to eat at all those days, I didn't feel hungry, I was just in a very irritable mood. In the confinement room at night, the body is covered with mosquitoes, the itch is incomparable and the pain is unbearable, the detention center is locked up, there is no strong will and tenacious spirit, it is difficult to live through this long 120 hours, I continue to encourage and motivate myself in my heart, I must stand up, and I must not fall! At six o'clock in the evening, all the detainees had finished dinner, and the Zhou cadre who managed the thirteenth cell opened the small door of the confinement room, and he asked a "foreign worker" prisoner who was cooking in the detention center to bring me a bowl of rice and enter the confinement room to feed me...
The sky sprinkled a silver light like water into this dark corner of the world, and also illuminated a soul that sinfully did not follow the "rules".
120 hours of handcuffs and shackles confinement life, in my infinite expectations passed three days, it is the hot summer, the heat is difficult, I have a lot of sores, different sizes, both painful and itchy, filled with thick, and began to fester in a large area, the prison doctor examined my body to know that it was infected by the "mold" on the iron chair I sat on, the medical term is called "mustard sores", it is a very difficult to cure the root and infectious skin disease, I feel very painful and helpless and desperate.
On July 19, 1990, the day after I was released from confinement, my parents visited me at the watchman's house and brought me some daily necessities. Although I could not meet my parents, after my father learned of my illness, he rushed to the leader of the detention center, hoping to send me to the county people's hospital for treatment, and proposed that the cost of medical treatment should be borne by himself. The leaders of the detention center and the criminal doctor checked my condition many times, thinking that with the medical facilities and conditions of the detention center, it is impossible to cure my skin disease, out of humanitarianism and the goal of "treating the disease and saving people", in the evening of the same day, the detention center arranged a special car to transfer me from the infirmary to the people's hospital for treatment, in this process did not give me handcuffs and shackles and other equipment, the dermatologist of the county people's hospital did not disdain treatment because I was a criminal suspect, gave me injections, medication, all ten professional, Attentive, attentive and meticulous.
After more than a month of good treatment at the county people's hospital, my festering skin gradually improved. In order to strengthen the detention, management and reform of criminal suspects, the leaders of the detention center promptly handled the discharge procedures for me from the hospital and prison, and decided to let me return to the prison room to continue the rehabilitation treatment in the later stage.
The detention center cell is a place to purify the mind and sublimate the soul. This time, I went back to the thirteenth cell of the detention center for detention, and the Zhou cadre transferred Xiang Biao to another prison number, and there was a quiet room in the thirteenth cell that had never been seen before...
About author:Li Pingfa, male, born in 1973. At the age of 16, he was sentenced to 15 years in prison for collaborating with others to commit injury and robbery. During the period of serving prison reform, I worked hard to study and actively submitted articles to social publications, and more than a hundred manuscripts have been published in various publications, as a result, I have also received four rewards for commutation of sentences for a total of five years, and I have been released early.
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