Getting Out of Police Station With Firm Belief and Righteous Thoughts

When I returned home around 2 P.M. on February 18, 2004, there were many policemen at my house. They showed me a search warrant and told me that I was involved in a Falun Gong case. They ransacked my home and confiscated many Dafa and truth-clarification materials. Then, they forcefully took me to a Police Station in Qinhuangdao City, Hebei Province.

Once inside the police station, they immediately handcuffed me to a chair. The police chief, Wang Jianfeng, and a few policemen took turns interrogating me. They asked, "Does your husband practise Falun Gong?" I replied, "People around the world practise Falun Gong." Then they asked, "Does your child practise Falun Gong?" I again replied, "People around the world practise Falun Gong." They asked, "Do you know why you are here?" I said, "I don't know." They continued, "What did you do?" I responded, "I did not do anything wrong."

They informed me, "Someone turned you in; otherwise, we would not have known about you. The person took us to your home and we know what you did beforehand." I told them that we did not do anything wrong. Later on, whatever they said, I did not listen. When they would ask me questions, I did not answer them. They could not get any information from me. Many policemen read the flyers, which included news about Jiang Zemin being sued worldwide, Falun Dafa events around the world, retribution cases of people who persecute practitioners, and cultivation stories. Other materials that they confiscated were copies of Teacher's articles weekly news, lists of wrongdoers from the police stations and the public safety stations, a letter to the police chief, truth-clarifying VCDs and other items.

After they read the flyers, they said, "Hey, our names are on the list of bad people who persecute practitioners. They say we are bad." Then they turned to me and asked, "Why did you write the letter?" I responded, "It's for your own good. Pay attention and read; you will see that we don't have bad intentions."

Around 6 pm, police sergeant Wang Jianmin asked the officers about the interrogation status. They replied, "She hasn't said much." He got angry and scolded me, telling me to wait and see. Then he left.

In the evening, they started to show their real nature. They pulled my hair and slapped my face. Around midnight, Wang Jianmin returned to the police station, and they ate again. After they were finished eating, Wang instructed the officers, "It's time. Take out the rope." An officer gave him a piece of thin, green plastic rope. He put it in front me and said, "This rope is covered with many practitioners' blood."

I became alert then. I knew that if I followed their demands, I was betraying Teacher and fellow practitioners. I told them, "No matter how many times you ask me, my response will be the same." Wang said, "Many others were tougher than you. Even six feet tall men gave in under my rope. If you don't tell us the information, I will give you a hard time." I said in my mind, "Teacher, Teacher, they are going to do bad things." Meanwhile, one officer took off my handcuffs and demanded that I stand up straight. I knew that I should not follow their instructions, so I yelled "no" and sat on the ground. They pulled my hair and used a rope to tie my arms behind my back. Then, I heard someone yell out that his hands hurt. Another person yelled out the same thing. One policeman called out for someone to get gloves. Later they complained amongst each other, arguing that the rope was not tight enough. At that time, I was hung up in the air, so I used my feet to kick the bed. They inhumanly kicked me until their shoes broke or tore. When I was in extreme pain, the rope broke in half. Without any remorse, they said that the rope was about to break anyway. Wang Jianmin then instructed, "Go get the linen rope. It's by the window. We used it yesterday." Two officers went to look for the rope and could not find it.

However, Wang Jianmin did not give up. He said, "Just continue to use this rope." Although I was in pain, I did not follow their demands and tried to sit on the ground. They were very tired, and after much effort were finally able to tie my arms behind my back. I felt I was at the edge of breaking down from the horrendous pain. All of a sudden, a miraculous event happened. I felt very comfortable. I was no longer in pain. When I opened my eyes, I saw that the rope was off my arms, and my arms were in front of my chest again. I was also standing on the ground. The policemen were shocked, and wondered what had happened. They took the rope out of my hands, and tried to comprehend how I got out of it. In the end, they could not find any explanations. They could only say, "She knows gymnastics. Her body is flexible." Later, the policemen gave up for the night as they were very tired. I did not reveal any names of fellow practitioners like the policemen wanted me to.

The next day, because there were many people in the police station, they did not torture me. Around 5 pm, Wang asked me again, "Where did those materials come from?" I gave him the same reply as yesterday, "I picked them up somewhere. I do not know anyone." Then he asked, "What did you say when we were tying you up last night? My arms hurt. It felt like bugs were crawling inside and it was very itchy." I said, "That's because you beat people. You will be fine if you don't beat people again."

When it got dark outside, Wang Jianmin told me "Go! Go inside the room." A few people had already gone inside the room. I knew they wanted to torture me again. Standing by the door, I thought I should not move. I asked, "Are you going to kill me?" They said, "Go quickly." I immediately thought, "Heavy. Heavy. Heavy." The policemen started to breathe heavily, and then I fell onto the ground. The policemen had to carry me into the room, which took them a long time to do as it was 10 meters (32 feet) away.

Tired and sweating, the policemen asked where the materials were from. I gave them the same response, "I picked them up somewhere." They were mad. They found a linen rope, and said that the rope can tie very tightly. When they tried to tighten the rope, it broke. They found another one and that broke too. I heard Wang Jianmin say, "Get a thicker rope!" They found a thick and long rope, which Wang used to tie my arms together tightly. He said, "You, Jesus Christ." Immediately, the picture of Jesus nailed on the cross appeared in front of me. I became alert again and realized that I should not acknowledge the persecution at all. After they tied me up, they forced me to stand by a wall. Two policemen constantly hit my arms.

Meanwhile, fellow practitioners' faces appeared in front of me. I sincerely told them in my mind, "Don't worry. I won't turn you in. I will do well." I knew that they have been persecuted many times, and felt sorry for them. Wang Jianmin said, "I want to see how long you can endure. You will sweat soon." I felt my face get hot. At this time, Wang Jianmin yelled, "I'll give you one more chance, tell me where you got the materials!" I opened my eyes and replied, "I picked them up somewhere. I don't know anyone." I saw him standing in front of me sweating. The other policemen stood aside and stopped hitting me. I heard Wang called out, "Release her." He gave me a thumbs-up and said, "I admire your endurance." He showed me some articles that I gave to other practitioners and said, "Actually, the person already turned you in. But you still don't say anything." Then he left. Wang Jianfeng interrogated me again and asked, "Where are those materials from?" I said, "I picked them up somewhere."

On the evening of February 19, I was sent to the Shanhaiguan Detention Centre. That night, fellow practitioners saw that my arms were red, but they were fine and not swollen the next day.

I was finally released on March 3.

Chinese version available at http://minghui.org/mh/articles/2004/5/26/75573.html