Three drafts from Mr. Sun Lin's autobiography "Forever Memory

Mr. Sun Lin was beaten to death by Nanjing State Security Police on November 17th. Before his death, Mr. Sun Lin focused on writing a book, "Permanent Memory," focusing on his life. Unfortunately, his draft was not passed on for safekeeping, and it is unknown where his draft is today. Fortunately, Minsheng Watch has obtained some of his writing. Given that Mr. Sun Lin has passed away, this website has decided to make his texts public in his memory.

There are three copies of Mr. Sun Lin's texts, which are:

Permanent Memory (Preface)

My Forty Days in the Discipline Inspection Commission

Those Things in Pukou Prison (Part II)

Preface to Perpetual Memory

Just don't read this as a book.

--Words from the front

It's been almost three years since I returned to the "concentration camp", and although I still live in a familiar city, I feel increasingly inhuman and strange, and sometimes I even feel like I'm still living in that dark and breathless prison. ......

Many years ago, I intended to write a book called "against the source", but also asked a famous calligrapher in Jiangsu inscription. The reason for this was how a person who was in the family of the old Red Army, I would go to the opposite path of my fathers. But after a few years, and for the second and third time for the words were convicted and imprisoned. When I was not released from prison, I thought of the title of the book, "My Life in Prison". But in organizing the information and gradually fell words on the keyboard, the heart and feel very wrong. As an old reporter, its professionalism prompted me even in detention centers or prisons, but also desperately searching for those who do not know the outside world of the real material, even if no one to help me publish a book, but also as a material to give to friends, netizens and funders. Leaving behind paper documents that could not be deleted even if I wanted to. Plus those inmates who were born with a keen sense of smell, all knew my identity in the unusually tense management attitude of the prison guards towards me, and seized every opportunity to pass on information to me. Some even went so far as to make mistakes, deductions, and confinement in order to gain access to me in order to pass on precious prison information that was not known to them. Thus, this book-length story not only contains my personal and specific prison life, but also encompasses the real things that I have seen and heard about my fellow inmates and the real things that happen in prison. So I weighed in with another title, "What Happened to Me After I Was Arrested". However, when I was writing and organizing the material, especially in order to respect the fact that I neither reduced nor enlarged the size of the book, I needed to repeatedly read the handwriting of those who were brought out of the prison through "floating bottles" and other special means with great difficulty, and the handwriting of all the inmates in various shapes and sizes, which prompted me to feel as if I were "sleeping" again. I was prompted to "sleep" again on the cold or hot bunk beds, and once again returned to the nights when my body and mind had a hard time counting the number of nights on each hand, so I simply call this long article, which is a compilation of all the nights when I was not free, "Perpetual Memory"!

Movies and novels are generally a lot of typical instances focused on a protagonist to move the audience, but I wrote out every single thing is my personal experience, so again and again from the "reverse source", "my prison life", "those things after my arrest", "1,460 nights", "under the iron hoof", and ultimately changed to the "Permanent Memory," so that mankind will permanently remember to live in the Chinese Communist Party state of the piece of bloody real cases . The real cases of ....... It is first arranged in the order of the contents of those "drift bottles" and "memories", and then the long manuscript was enriched and refined, and finally appeared in the form of a diary narrative, which is intended to let the readers take a look at it and truly realize that every night of that unfree time has a subtle and unique experience. Exquisite and unique experience ......

One's recollections of happy past events can usually make the mood pleasant, and can even make our spirit glorify the past and return to a vision of youth. On the contrary, reminding us of the sad, painful past is also bound to take us back to that painful time, to suffer again ......

In order to give the reader an understanding of prisons and that obscure place in this country where the outside world cannot get in and know, and to drive home the point of how important freedom is, I also want to use this as a way of reaching out to those groups of people who think that they are only after money and don't pay attention to politics. Not realizing that no matter if you are in a country of freedom and the rule of law, you may think you can stay out of politics, but politics is always around you, especially in dictatorships that want to "liberate all mankind", and politics is always watching you. Even if you can get some wealth in the dictatorship with a momentary "good fortune", eventually, even if you will not be "dictated" like Sun Dawu, you will be "plundered" like Ai Weiwei. "to become a "proletariat" ......

As for the many insertions in the text of what those people overseas did, it is precisely because it did happen to me! The purpose of putting it here is to make it clear to more people that the Chinese today are so selfish and egotistical as a result of being indoctrinated by these thousands of years of saucepan culture!

Tuesday, August 31, 2023 Solitary Wood (Prisoner Buddha)

My Forty Days at the Disciplinary Commission

"The prison is a place of concealment and obscurity, a suspicious place full of violence; it is a place of obscurity. Here the eyes of the citizenry cannot count the condemned, and therefore the numbers that serve as a warning are nowhere to be found." This is a passage written by Michel Foucault in Discipline and Punish. If you describe the prisons of the Chinese Communist Party as "the darkest places", I will answer in the affirmative: you have seen too little!

I have a vivid memory of the cases of torture in the CCP Discipline Inspection Commission written by my friend Shen Liangqing, and I have also seen traces of the broken fingers of the boss of the CCP Discipline Inspection Commission's "Jiangsu Yishuimei" in Pukou Prison. As for the case of Zhou Dongming, the third instructor of the Good Eight Company on the Nanjing Road, who was tortured, I have already talked about it on the Internet, so I will not repeat it here. In the following, I will talk about the things that happened when I was imprisoned in the CCP Disciplinary Committee:

On the afternoon of November 15, 2016, I received a call from my online friend Kouba saying that he planned to go to Wang Jian's court hearing tomorrow, and asked me "Are you going?" "Of course I have to go", just me alone in the basement he insisted on a month every day to bring their own food and wine to accompany my karma I have to go. So I left early the next morning. What I did not expect is to be arrested on the same day. After being locked into the Nanjing City Detention Center for a month, that is, on December 15, the guards opened the door and said to me: you out. I saw him holding the "release certificate" in his hand and said happily to his cellmates, "You're waiting for my airplane. Here need to insert a story: Nanjing City Detention Center until June 26, 2019, the upstairs 5 to 8 area incarcerated are felonies and water division, Nanjing public security division of the suspects. I was a "special agent" and also belonged to the "felons" and other suspects.

That's why I was detained here three times. At that time, even though suspects were allowed to smoke in the detention center, the guards would bring them to the office to smoke. So everyone wanted to have an extra smoke to relieve their stress. Of course, those who had the means had cigarettes in their cells. There are also rules about smoking, because you need to avoid the "dead-angle surveillance". There are many ways to get fire. Let's say: a pinch of potassium permanganate in a cotton clip to fire. The only thing missing is cigarettes, and even in the "hardest time" people use tea instead. Some also apply a little toothpaste and cool oil to improve the taste. As for the lawyers and the arraignment police when they came to give very little success to bring in, most of them were searched away by the prison guards. And there are many ways to bring in, but the bolder you are the more you will be ignored by the guards. I just often spit on the cigarette case, and then to the back of a stick head high into the number of rooms, because any hidden in the pants have long been found by the prison guards.

After the arrest, all the guards in the detention center said: there is no reason to arrest you, it is estimated to avoid the "two sessions". I promised the detainees, "If I am released, I will put four cigarettes in a bundle with two matches and use a drone to drop the cigarettes." So, when I was "released", everyone shouted happily, "Old Sun, don't forget. I was also very happy to see the "release certificate". I followed the guards downstairs without taking anything except a notepad and a transcript of my interrogation. When I arrived at the front desk on the first floor and found a group of black-clothed men standing outside the glass window, I had a feeling that I was going to have to change my place of residence. As soon as I left the house, I was pinched by black-clothed men in front of and behind me and slowly walked toward a black Santana. When I got into the car, I was escorted by one man in black on each side of me, but no one said anything, except for the police officer sitting in the passenger seat, who asked, "Do you smoke? I replied, "I'll give you one if you have one, but if you don't, don't worry about it." So I smoked a cigarette and watched the old Nanjing road pass by. ......

A long time, the car stopped in front of a large door, the cop on the passenger seat out of the car and walked to the railings and the armed police guards said a few words after the railings rose, the car drove in. Not long after a dark building door out of a person not wearing a uniform to the side of the car and said "bring out". Afterwards, two men in black escorted me out of the car. If it is not the "old man" will be this scene to be scared: the black door of the side of the two lines of black men, all big and thick as if the Zhongshan mausoleum stone man stone horse motionless towering in the dark on both sides of the ladder. I followed the man without a uniform through two corridors. On the right side of the corridor, every other section is a door with no handle. Digital door openers were inlaid along the door frames, quiet enough to give the impression of entering a morgue. The man stopped in front of the door at the end of the corridor, then pressed the door opener set in the door frame and the door opened. On the front was a toilet and washroom, and on the right was a large pass-through room. There were a total of seven surveillance heads throughout the room, including the one in the toilet. Under the window was a bunk made up of two Simmons mattresses.

The whole room seemed to be illuminated by the snow-white quilts and sheets on the bunks. Before I could stand still, the man who had brought me through the door came around and stood on the opposite side of me, and said to me gravely, pointing his finger at the ground, "The line in the center can never be crossed, but you may walk on the left side of the line upon request and with the consent of the sentry, for a period of no more than five minutes. I then turned my head to look at the man in black who was following me and asked with a half-smile, Request permission from these two? The man said in a more serious tone: "According to the instructions of the superiors, you should have been locked there ......" I followed the direction of his pointing to see two finger thick iron rings on the ground at both ends of the Simmons, and then smiled at the one. Only to see his face showed what he thought was a more ferocious gaze said "We passed the audit, sympathize with your age. So it didn't take that way." Then added "They are 'sentries', charged with guarding you exclusively. Shifts change every two hours." Followed by "They won't say a word more to you. Remember! This is the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection! Don't think of it as a detention center! ...... "After a short pause, he added, "If you need anything, just tell them." Said the head without looking back seems like the completion of some major task away.

"Here is 7:30 to watch the news, 9:00 on time to sleep. Take a shower once a week. Say what you want to eat that day and understand that you will be given ...... the next day" I looked at the sentry who had spoken to me. Then he said, "You can choose to go to bed now". I had the feeling that the serious words could not hide the young face. So, I asked to go to the toilet and wash up first, and then they pointed to the toilet with their fingers. After washing up, they undressed on the "double Simmons", put two beds of snow-white fluffy as if duck down quilt, to my feeling, simply than the five-star hotel presidential suite and cunt. Just covered the quilt heard "here are not allowed to put their hands on the quilt, must be two hands on the outside of the quilt. This is not the same as the detention center, the rules of the detention center is "not allowed to sleep with their heads covered" here is "hands must be placed outside". This requirement was fine with me because I like to sleep with my arms crossed and under my head, so nothing happened. Just as I closed my eyes, I realized that two dark shadows were shifting outside my eyelids. When I opened my eyes, the two stood a mere meter away from me in front of the bed. Before I could say anything, the sentry said politely, "This is our rule, don't worry about it". The words do not painfully make me feel a little strange ......

A long time muffled a sound, I tilted my head to see, the door opened in two people came to the bed. The original two people then walked out. I understand, this is "shift change"!

Early the next morning, after washing up, the door opened again. A sentry was carrying two lunch boxes and a plastic bag. One lunchbox contained rice, the other contained an egg and two small steamed buns, and the plastic bag contained a doughnut. I was so happy, this was something I couldn't eat in the detention center. The two sentries stood at the table and watched me devour my food, then called out "finished" on the intercom. Then one of them came in and took the lunch box and the plastic bag, and closed the door without saying a word. When I asked for a cigarette, the sentry called out over the intercom, "Please bring in the cigarettes". The door opened shortly afterward. Another sentry gave me cigarettes and helped me light them up before leaving. I said, "One cigarette is definitely not enough," and said, "That's all the superiors have positioned, so if you want more, you'll have to apply for it with your superiors," and then tried to leave the room. I quickly followed and said, "Every time I go out in the detention center, I have at least two. You shouted to the superior that I need, otherwise ......" not waiting for me to finish my sentence "here there is no part of your speech! Remember! Here is the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection! The "Discipline Committee and I have a dick relationship ah? ......", "Civilized speech! I'll tell you again, this is not a detention center, it's the Discipline Inspection Commission." And then he was about to leave again. Perhaps my movements seem to be strictly trained sentries noticed I was about to stand up.

Only to see the two sentries who had been watching me instantly stand behind me and simultaneously hold down my right and left shoulders with their hands. "What is this for?" My voice seemed loud. Suddenly the door opened and in came the policeman from last night who looked like an officer but was not in uniform. "Cigarettes can be given to you for one more, but you must not treat our sentries with such an attitude." It gave me the impression as if he had been waiting at the door for a long time, just waiting for this moment. He took the sentry's cigarettes and then took out another one and said, "This is what I gave you, and in the future you will have to ask for it from the state security. As for how much they promise to give you every day, we will give you as much as we can", and then he left with a slight smile on his face as he had done last night, as if he had accomplished a great task and was excited.

Even though it was daytime, the whole room here was nothing but footsteps and panting. I kept walking to move around, but they said, "There are rules about moving around, so if you sit for two hours, you can walk for five minutes". I ignored it and kept walking. So they called out over the intercom, "'Subject' won't sit down" (they call the person being watched "subject"), and there was no answer over the intercom. But when I walked to the door again two or three meters away from the place, suddenly "poof" sound at the same time issued a flash of light, instantly I realized that two meters away from the door inlaid with a hidden camera. I thought, I keep moving like this should have "superior" to manage, right? But no one came. So I continued to walk, I walked forward one step, a sentry in the back followed, another in front of me backward step. The one in front and the one behind were always a meter away from me. At first I didn't understand trying to go around them, but then the one in front of me blocked and didn't speak. But as my pace quickened so did the ones in front and behind me. When I slowed down they also slowed down. So I laughed and said, "What is this for? Can you keep a little distance? Although no one paid any attention to me, their eyes never left me and their faces were expressionless. I took a closer look and the sentry in front of me had his arms crossed tightly over the small of his back, seemingly ready to fight at any moment. Turning my head to look again the sentry behind me did the same. I thought to myself, I'll go to the toilet and try again, so I offered. But to my surprise, one stood at the door of the toilet and the other stood in front of me still maintaining a distance of one meter. I said, "I'm embarrassed! They still no one cared about me. When I got angry, I struggled so hard that even my farts came out, along with everything that should have come out. Then I said, "Don't you guys stink?" Answer - no sound!

Many people have described George Orwell's "1984" as "prophetic," and others have said, "Now we are living in a country where surveillance is omnipresent. But those who have never been imprisoned in the Discipline Inspection Commission of the Communist Party of China (CPC) will never know that, in addition to the dead-end surveillance watching you, even those sentries in the shower are only one meter away from you, and even if you ask them to stay away for fear that they will get wet, the answer is: that's also our "duty". Even more unbelievable is the fact that the toilets and washbasins and sinks are rubberized, as if to warn people that they have been forced to respond in a suicidal way by hitting the walls and sinks here before.

Soon the door opened and in came two people, one tall, one short, one fat and one thin. I asked with a smile: to say comedy ah? Two people ignored. A moving table, a chair. After half a day's work to put the position of the sentry said, "Give him a chair," and then asked me to sit at their table. The tall man said, "My name is Xu, the leader's name is Yan, Yan Xishan's Yan homophonic, but the center is three crosses". I laughed and said "I thought it was Yan of Yan?" "Well! If I were Yan, I would have sentenced you to death as an anti-party element", the fat man said. I laughed and said "If I am, then you must be hanged ......" not waiting for me to finish my sentence "Shut up! Here do not have the right to speak ...... ", although I did not pick up again, but the more I look at this person's mind the more appeared in the "Little Soldier Zhang Ga" in the translation, can not help but put a smile on his face. The tall man saw my inexplicable smile, but also could not help but reveal a smile, "you are not laughing at the leader like "Little Soldier Zhang Ga" in the translation?" At once, I laughed out loud and said, "You're too talented," and then, the atmosphere seemed to ease a lot. The tall man said again, "We also have people in the Department so called him ......" "Stop being boring, talk about serious it" The Yan director with the sound of laughter slowly sank down.

"Your style is not small ah" Yan director snapped, "here are the hall of the Ministry of detention, you count what level?" I said "adults, this you have to ask the state security", he went on to say "in Jiangsu in addition to that Changzhou is the number of you", in fact, this out of the mouth I know in talking about my friend Zhang Jianping. Although I did not plead, but also unforgiving answer "2007 you are not an old director ......" My words have not finished Yan Hong said "you are talking about handling the case of Chen Liangyu Ren Xiaoming ah? How can I compare with him? He is a big director of the hall, what do I count ......" Suddenly the words came to an abrupt end, turned the tide back to my case on the ......

The subject of the long talk was about my releasing the Republican flag and shouting Down with the Communists in front of the neighborhood committee. Whenever I answered a question, I would proudly squint at the dynamics of the sentry standing beside me: "The drones don't fly as high as the Mausoleum of the Peoples Republic of China, and the flag isn't as big as the Republic of China flag placed inside the Mausoleum of the Peoples Republic of China, and if you are guilty of this you should first bulldoze the Mausoleum of the Peoples Republic of China ....... A self-proclaimed invincible and powerful party, a slogan fell, this is still powerful a dick ah!" These answers they did not object on the spot, but they were recorded one by one in the interrogation transcript. But from the face of the two sentries can be seen to have indescribable feelings. Just like this are the same every morning and afternoon uninterrupted arraignment.

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The next day, December 17, 2016, not long after breakfast, the door opened, and there came a policeman I used to know years ago. As soon as I saw him, I opened my mouth and shouted "Yo, Ge? What are you doing here?" He said, "I'm here to see you," and sat down to make small talk. I smoked him a couple of Daikanyu. Before I left, I asked, "When will you come back?" He replied, "I'll come to see you when I have time, and let me know if I have any new ideas". At the end of the day, I asked him to throw down the rest of the cigarettes, and asked him to meet my daily cigarette and bathing needs. Since that day, the cigarettes have been around ten per day and the baths can be taken every two days. As for the cigarettes, although not enough, but I freely allocated into many times to smoke, exactly to say that the addiction is just.

In fact, I have a history with this "small Ge": I remember in the spring of 1997, I opened a clothing, shoes and hats and restaurants. Belongs to the "small-scale taxpayers", because I and my ex-wife He Fang on the annual tax accounting headache, so the accountant and cashier. One day suddenly lock gold village police station to take me to investigate a matter, so I went. When I arrived at the police station, I saw Wei Zhengliang, deputy instructor, said to me, "You and Ge immediately go to check the body. I was familiar with Wei Zhengliang. Back in 1985, he was the police officer in charge of our community. I don't know what happened to his family, but he borrowed 5,000 yuan from me and didn't return it until this meeting. I asked confidently, "I'm not sick, why should I go for a checkup?" I said, "That's it! Let's go and talk about it," he said. I got into the car of this Ge and set off. When I arrived, I found out that it was an STD institute. I asked in a puzzled state of mind, "What are you doing here? I don't have any STDs!" I asked, "You check first, I'll tell you later". We went up to the second floor together. I wondered at a female doctor with disgusted eyes frowning at me, not a moment with a cotton swab .......

About a few minutes later, I heard the female doctor say, "People are fine, you have nothing to do!" Then Ge took the test sheet called me downstairs back to the police station and told me to go upstairs and wait. Until the afternoon did not reply, I was unhappy angry. Asked that lent me money Wei Zhengliang deputy instructor "nothing I'm going home", "No. There are things to find you "! There are still things to find you ......" but the words are not yet finished, Ge snapped "since for this to find him, people are not sick, how to still detain people?" I saw Xiao Ge's attitude is extremely hard. From this heart can not help but like this person: it seems that this person is quite upright, so it has a good feeling about it. Afterwards, I know, my cashier because of misbehavior, and outside men fooling around with syphilis, to its husband can not explain. So she wanted to find a rich and a bit of reputation as a scapegoat. But she looked for a reasonable and unforgiving person - wrong! But as for me, Wei Zhengliang still didn't release me. I guess its cause is the implication of that 5000 yuan! ......

In the afternoon, Yan Hong and Xu Hao came again. A door open to say "you do not know the sky is thick, talk to our leaders do not distinguish between big and small" "I did not see you what 'leadership' ah?" "We see him called the same thing," he said. "We see him called 'Ge Zhi', you are good, dare to call him 'small Ge'", "Ha ha ha ... ... ..., a small police officer became the chief of a police station, and then transformed into a detachment chief? This quickly make people impressive ah ...... "Although my mouth said so, but in my heart: no wonder the day of January 24, 2015 he was so atmospheric openly gave me 800 yuan to do red packets? And also ordered the policeman who robbed Wang Chuanying's cell phone to return it to Wang Chuanying!

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June 18, 2016 at noon when I opened the lunch box found to be dried plum and vegetables buckle meat, a flood of tears in my mind ......

Fuzzy memory remembers that it was 1959 ....... I loved to rub my grandmother's earrings when she held me. I often asked her, "Where's my father? Why don't you come home? One day, after I came home from the daycare center of Jiangnan Cement Factory, my grandmother called me "eat meat". I saw red meat in a bowl on the table. When I was about to eat it, my grandmother said, "Your father just left, so this is from him. At once I went out and ran toward the end of the road ....... In addition to leaving a few wheel marks on the bleak crossroads, my father's silhouette was no longer there. I cried and walked home ....... Grandma let me eat meat, I do not know whether it is the age of young or not eat meat for a long time. In one breath, I ate all the meat in one bowl, but soon vomited it all out. Since then, the sight of meat makes me nauseous, even in prison in 1974 did not eat meat ......

There were three faint "da-da-da-da-da-da" sounds, which sounded like a walkie-talkie. It was very small, but it was the most common and familiar sound in my experience. Then the door opened and in came the still non-uniformed leader with a roll of paper in his hand "What's wrong? Are you regretting it?" . I yanked a piece of paper and wiped my eyes while saying "I accidentally splashed vegetable soup in my eyes." He didn't say anything else, and I didn't dare to see their faces for fear that they would realize that I was crying. After a few bites of food it was straight to nap. I put the quilt over my head, and it seemed to be a little uncontrollable and miserable ......

The arraignment of Yan Hong and Xu Hao in the afternoon thus made no progress ......

Some people like to pour out the pain to others, some people prefer to put in the heart also do not want to let others see the pain in their hearts! I belong to the latter bar!

June 19, 2016 early in the morning, the door opened, see the small Ge hand holding two apples, I did a Qing Dynasty please action while shouting "small to Ge Zhi please," "Do not fool around, here is the Commission for Discipline Inspection, to the leadership to see the bad", "You are not the Nanjing State Security Bureau. "You are not the highest leader in the Nanjing State Security? Is there anyone higher than you?" I reached out for cigarettes while using language to hold it. "Any regrets?" "What regrets?" I answered. "If you want to say something, we can help you record ......" I saw that he had something in his words so I stared at him, as if to tell him, "You want to have any request you just say it." . Mutual staring and stopped for a long time, he finally opened his mouth, "You know the propaganda section of the provincial hall? That is the original Li Xiaoning that section ......" I answered "I know". Then it has to say "and the provincial radio that" legal system column "I also answered" know, when I was there. At that time, Lu Qun, Zhu Yaodong is the host, Li Liang and Hu Zulin is the director and editor ...... "," if you want, I will call them in "Now I understand, due to yesterday's sadness and led to this conclusion. I was in deep thought ......

Yes! What am I doing this for? Other people petition for the sake of being demolished, overseas pro-democracy movement for the sake of freedom to organize anti-communist, I have food and drink business, although not as good as Ma Yun, Sun Dawu. But I also have a car and a house, a loving wife and a loving daughter, as long as happy wherever you want to go! Now, his wife was robbed; the child was cheated away; the family property was taken away! Now I am purely on no piece of tile, under no cone, overseas and was marginalized, sincere help people but was cheated! A person hiding in the basement every meal rely on the Kangshifu life, why bitter? What's more, like some of the group of people who say "freedom or death", not every one of them in the calamity on the shit crying father and mother to confess and repent, why can not I? ....... I was contemplating how to face the TV station to interview, ears suddenly heard Ge Changqing said "we repeatedly want to pull you, you just do not listen, but also against us. Even a marriage also made us to use the whole Nanjing police. In addition to you, and Guo Quan, Wang Jian, Qin Hu Hui to our Nanjing mess, so I had to order to arrest you ......" When I heard this can not hear the end of his words, anger from my bottom of the feet rose to the top of the head. If I had a gun on the spot, I would have shot him! Then calm down, two eyes cold look at it for a long time ....... Lost control of the moment to face the roof of the head ha ha ha ......, laughing for a while after the anger said "Do not dream! There is a saying that I always say, 'I would rather die than give in, I would rather break than bend'......" This laugh also seems to have interrupted its very sure thinking - it froze! After that, though, it never came back. But discovered a thing that is incomprehensible, and even the judge has not given a statement to this day ......

The most agonizing moment for a normal thinking person is to be isolated in a completely enclosed space, especially a news person!

As I repeat to the sentry after each shift, "There are two good journalists in China, one died with a camera in his hand after being stabbed more than ten times for exposing gutter oil. The other one is the one who helped others and went to jail himself, that's me!" The other one is the one who has helped others to go to jail, and that is me!" To my surprise, the sentries have a WeChat group, and surprisingly, one of the sentries found my handheld microphone on the Internet which reads, "You have the barrel of a gun, and I have the barrel of a pen. You have prison handcuffs, I have a keyboard and mouse. You have millions of bandits, I have hundreds of millions of netizens" business card and forwarded to their WeChat group. Now although the sentries all know my identity as a journalist, but there is still a great distance that can not be overcome. I was always on the lookout for opportunities to close this "distance".

Late one night, I vaguely heard two sentries with the lowest voice chatting about meeting his girlfriend: ...... This gave me an "entry point". So the next day on the "self-talk" said: "Dream of Red Mansions" the maid handed Jia Baoyu a piece of paper for him to see, which reads "Cardamom blossom March 3, a small insect to drill", words just fell tone heard "regulations do not allow Speaking," a sentry snaps. I replied, "Oh! But I heard your leadership rules are 'they will not talk to you more than a word', I just talk to myself did not talk to you ah? Whether you listen to me or not is your business, I say my business is my business". The sentry not only didn't listen but on the contrary tried to stop it, but it didn't affect my continuation. Maybe it's a cultural thing. So the second paragraph: I respect Mao Zedong's poems, especially the "twilight look at the strong pine, chaotic clouds flying over still calm. Born in an immortal's cave, the infinite scenery is on the dangerous peak." This time the sentries didn't stop me, and I squinted and noticed that there seemed to be some strange movement on their faces. So next I said: a long time ago my wife and I drove to Suzhou to play, in the highway service area to go to the toilet, boredom, so I put a pen on the toilet door and wrote down "on the two peaks of the White Jade, under the water lily a hole. If you want to know how to enjoy it, you have to go over the mountains and drill a hole." Just after I finished, I heard a "pfft" of laughter. It's true that you can do anything you set your mind to! Now that I've taken a bite, I'm sure there's more to come. So, with a tired mouth and a broken brain, I am trying to think of something that will make the young people happy! As for where I have played and where the officials and my relationship one by one. When I talked about helping Pizhou foreign trade to the General Counsel to ask for money for garlic, I found that one of the sentries is Pizhou people.

Although he did not reply, but I can see from his face that he not only knew that the original Pi County governor was promoted to Xuzhou as the mayor, but also knew that the mayor was "corrupted". Not only that, but I also helped the sentry read hands and faces in the name of palmistry and face reading. I had no idea where the inspiration came from, and the kids couldn't imagine and admired that I was so accurate in reading palms and faces. In particular, one of the sentries, who never paid any attention to me, came in one day and I said, "You've been working very hard lately, don't be too tired! Don't get too tired! Take care of your young mind." He looked at me with contempt and replied "I just woke up, I'm not tired at all ......" Before he could finish his sentence I snatched "Is everything okay at home?" His face suddenly changed! I'm not sure if you're a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm a good person. There was never a sentry who didn't talk to me! Even the sentry's squad leader said, "Every one of the twenty-seven of us here has been captured by you." From then on, it was as if they had switched from monitoring me to a hotel, and they were just serving me. Even bathing and going to the toilet were not "one meter" like before. Apples and bananas are sent to me every day. As for the food, it was buffet-like and sentinel-like, and even the official came to me and said, "Why do you need to help those who were demolished? It's better to live well than anything else! Tell the sentry what you want to eat, and I'll change it for you every day", and even turned around and shook my hand on his way out the door. As for the future I was bored playing with rolled paper made of "bullet" playing rolled paper holes they do not care, and often laugh to help me "hit hard accurate ......" to encourage me to spend time. What made me feel happiest was that I told a paragraph of my essay, "After I'm Dead". As soon as the sentries took over I was asked to continue ......

A few days later, I began to notice that my legs felt heavy when I was moving around, and when I pressed my hands on my calves deep deflated sockets appeared. I then told the sentry and waited for the officer to give me the answer "We don't care about your health here, we're only responsible for your safety", "My safety?", "Yes! "My safety?", "Yes! Your health belongs to the Nanjing Detention Center". Now I understand that they are not trying to put me to death, is because they are not responsible for my medical expenses here, and leave here or to go back to the detention center to wait for the sentence! So I insisted on seeing a doctor every day! One afternoon, Dr. Han from the Nanjing Detention Center came with a small nurse. And drew blood! I thought that I should have an answer the next day, but no reply was given until today, when I was released.

Being incarnate and under an evil system with no faith, very few people are able to show their conscience to others. Even if they do, it is because of the public good that the beneficiary has done in return!