War criminals reform their lives, go to the light, get drunk (4) and quarrel with the interrogators

In 1953, the Ministry of Public Security in the southwest built a regular prison in Songlinpo, and we all moved into a new house, which is far away from the martyr's tomb, and the masses hold a commemorative meeting in front of the martyr's tomb every Qingming and November 27, shouting slogans, etc., we can't hear clearly. It's much better than worrying twice a year in the past, and will there be a change in thinking along with it? In 1953, when the work of cleaning up bandits and hidden spies in various places was basically over, the trial of detainees was concentrated, and a group of students who had just graduated from the public security school came to the prison for internships, and I naturally became their intern object.

To tell the truth, I didn't want to hide my crime from the beginning, but I was willing to confess, I think one thing is enough to sentence me to death, ten, a hundred is also just a death, there is no need to dodge, dare to do it in the past, dare to speak and write today, so as not to ask for trouble, it is better to figure it out at once and save trouble, you can kill early, and you can live easily if you don't kill. Unexpectedly, some interns always think that I still have any major problems that I have not honestly explained, sometimes I ask them over and over again for a day, sometimes I ask about one thing dozens of times, and I don't believe what I say.

I'm a little annoyed, thinking that I don't trust people so much, and toss people so much, it's better to have a shot. One day one of the interrogators was entangled with me on a question that I had already explained, and I was so angry that he slapped the table, and I went up and slapped the table, and at the same time unbuttoned my shirt, pointed to my chest, and shouted at him, "If you have the ability, shoot at me, if I blink an eye, I will not be a human!" After thinking about it for a while, he probably remembered that the instructor who taught him had told him that if he was injured by a prisoner during the interrogation, he could make meritorious service. He put his head in front of me, and said angrily, "If you have the ability, hit me on the head."

I knew very well that if I hit the interrogator, even if I wasn't shot immediately, I would have to be shackled, and I knew that using words to ridicule him would be at most a criticism, and would not constitute an ongoing crime. I tilted my head and looked at him with slanted eyes: "You also come to learn from the prisoners? I want you to shoot me, you want me to beat you, you want to make meritorious service and take the right path, young man, your motives are too unfair, not like a Communist Party member but like a Kuomintang member......

As soon as he heard that I was calling him a Kuomintang, he was so angry that his face changed, so he put the file in front of the door and shouted: "Come on!" After a while, four or five people arrived, and he first said that I would scold him for being a Kuomintang. When he finished speaking, I said why I scolded him for the Kuomintang, and at the same time continued to ask them to shoot me immediately, and I would never accept this kind of interrogation again. The little good changes in the past have all been thrown away by this time, and I have completely moved out of my old set.

Of course, they won't shoot me, but they won't let me continue to make trouble like that, and they also understand that when a person dies, they don't care when they die, and using hard methods will not work, so they only criticize me for my bad attitude, and ask me to go back and think about it and write a review. I was living in the same room with Song Xilian at that time, and after he learned about this situation, he persuaded me very sincerely, saying that he and I were both young people who had achieved great ambition and had not encountered any setbacks, and that the situation had changed today, and that we should adapt to the situation......

His reassuring words have left me with no words to this day. At that time, I did not pay much attention to the question of how the central government should study the reform of education and reform us, but when I thought of the time when he said that he would be reunited with his family in the future, the hope of life swirled in my heart, and I was determined not to give up on myself and not to go to a dead end. Why didn't I commit suicide at that time, I know that there are many ways to commit suicide, and I want to shoot me, because there is a very insidious purpose.

I was forced to revolt, and although the local authorities in Yunnan did not give an account to the PLA, when I was forced to broadcast for three days, Taiwan had already heard it, because when Zheng Shixun, who was sent by Taiwan to work in Yunnan, was arrested and imprisoned in the detention center, I met him, and he was a graduate of the Linli special training class of the military commander, and I used to be his instructor.

He told me that my radio had been heard in Taiwan, so I wanted to be shot publicly, so that the Taiwanese spies would be more resolute in their opposition to the Communists, because the spies would be shot even if they revolted, and that my family members in Taiwan and Hong Kong would receive a generous pension, and that if I committed suicide quietly, no one would know. That's why I quarreled so much with the interrogator because of this thought.

Although I only wrote a brief review after the quarrel, the Southwest Ministry of Public Security attached great importance to this matter and immediately sent a section chief to talk to me, saying that you have also been in charge of prisons and interrogated people in the past, and if someone makes such a noise as you, what will you do? When I heard this, I thought that I was going to punish me, so I kept silent and waited for him to announce how to treat me. When he saw that I didn't speak, he asked me why I didn't reply, and I casually replied "uncomfortable", which was actually resistance.

He continued to enlighten me, saying that I had taught students how to interrogate people in the past, and that students were always inexperienced and even eager to seek credit, which was not clear, and that it was worth taking it so seriously that it had developed into a big quarrel, which was too much to say...... He patiently educated me for more than an hour, and before leaving, the doctor had to examine me, and the director of the detention center asked someone to cook me a sick meal.

Later, when an older interrogator approached me, my attitude changed. After finally getting over the confession and everything was back to normal, I still woke up in the morning and went to the yard to take a cold shower and do an hour of exercise. Soon, Song Xilian left, but it was estimated that he might go to Beijing, and we also made preparations to go.

At that time, we could read the newspaper every day, and we learned from the newspaper that a county magistrate in a certain county in Guizhou had been expelled from the party and removed from his post for investigation because he abandoned his ex-wife and lived with a female cadre of the tax bureau. I was so excited that I read and read this report carefully and talked with Wang Lingji for a long time, and we all thought that no one in the Kuomintang would care about this kind of thing, but the Communist Party would handle it so seriously. This incident inspired me a lot, and I began to have a feeling of reverence for the Communist Party. Since then, I have been interested in newspapers, and I used to read them in a mixed time, but since then, I have become less suspicious of what the newspapers say.

I just changed my mind a little bit, and I went back again. When the newspapers announced that the Ministry of Public Security in the Southwest had been changed to the Southwest Public Security Bureau, we only thought that it had been downgraded by one level and had little to do with us. As expected, several of us, who had always been treated preferentially, were transferred to Shibanpo City Prison in Chongqing Municipality to continue their incarceration. Although the director and others explained to us that it would be converted into a labor camp, some of us were old and some were not in good health, so in order to take care of us, they were sent to the city prison, and the living treatment remained unchanged. However, in the first few days after being sent, we did not eat and sleep well, although it was more spacious than the place where ordinary prisoners lived, and the food was the same, but after all, it was a prison under the jurisdiction of Chongqing Municipality, and this was not to keep us here for the rest of our lives.

When I took a bus from Songlinpo Prison to the Municipal Prison, I saw a new atmosphere, new buildings, and wide roads in Chongqing along the way, which were much better than the tattered roads before the liberation, but none of these seemed to have anything to do with us, so when we had a discussion in Shibanpo Prison for the first time, Xu Yuanju and I both said in unison: The future of the country is bright, and our future is pitch black. The leaders of the city prison repeatedly wanted us to link ourselves with the motherland, and we simply replied: All this has nothing to do with us, we are just planning to die in prison. At this time, the achievements of learning and transformation in the past few years have all been swept away, everyone is listless, and they don't want to read the newspaper, they only wait for breakfast every day, and wait for lunch after breakfast... Dinner······ Go to bed.