My Days with Death Row Inmates ( 7 )

When this question was asked, Mr. Yang couldn't answer it.

Then I told Ta a lot of reasoning and encouraged him to seize the last glimmer of hope.

In the process of my conversation with Mr. Yang, no one interjected, but I still looked at everyone's expressions, especially the boss, who pretended to be indifferent, as if he was saying to me, don't talk about it.

I don't care what the boss's expression is, I just want to do what I should do, it doesn't matter if it has an effect, maybe Yang Dayuan will take the initiative to make meritorious service and atone for his sins according to my guidance, isn't that a life picked up? At the same time, by the way, in addition to a bunch of scourges for the people, did it also erase the sorrow of Yang Dayuan's wife and daughter for Yang Dayuan's deceased?

After I finished talking to Mr. Yang, I really wanted someone to help me, and if I added some people to persuade Mr. Yang at this time, it would have a very good effect.

I got this kind of impetus when I talked to Mr. Yang the next day. Two people joined me in the lead, one was the boss and the other couldn't remember.

After listening to my conversation, Mr. Yang fell asleep early, and I didn't expect much from the results.

On the morning of the third day, Mr. Yang woke up in good spirits, which he did not have after being reviewed by the High Court. After breakfast, Mr. Yang called my name:

"Teacher He, I'll bring you a pen and paper, please help me write."

The timing of this change of thinking was something I did not expect, and it seems that my persuasion work was very successful.

After hearing Yang Daren's shouting, I was a little excited, what was it that excited me? In fact, being selfish and saving his life is the second purpose of my work, and the real first purpose is for me to establish an opportunity for myself to make meritorious service and reduce my sentence. Although my case has not yet begun to be tried, I know that once the meritorious service is established, whether before the trial or after the verdict is received, I will reduce the sentence I should have given, which can shorten the life I have spent in prison, and I will establish an opportunity for meritorious service for myself before I am in prison, how can I not be excited.

After I was excited, I approached Mr. Yang and helped him with paper and pen in the cement cabinet. I took the paper and pen I found in my hand, and Yang began to drive people to the wind farm, of course, the boss didn't need to rush, he went to the wind farm by himself, and there were only two people left in the prison number, me and Yang Dayuan.

After Mr. Yang finished rushing people, he was busy preparing a table for me, the so-called table, and a neat quilt was placed on the ground, and a magazine was placed on the quilt. There is a stool, that is, to sit on the ground.

We sat facing each other at opposite ends of the table. I put the paper on the magazine, held the pen, and waited for Mr. Yang to speak.

Mr. Yang moistened his brain for a while, and after finishing his brain, he finally spoke.

As soon as Yang Dayuan opened his mouth, his mouth was like a river, although there was a pause, but after the pause, he could recall the "story" created by him and his group more smoothly, Yang Dayuan was very engaged, and he could see that the horsepower of the engine in his head was fully opened. He vigorously searched for and supplemented those cases and people who had a significant impact but had not yet been solved. In the course of his narration, he also said that if what he had confessed was confirmed, many others would go with him to Hades to report.

When Mr. Yang's memories were exhausted, I had already made a record of twenty-four cases, and I clearly wrote down the time, place, person, and method on paper. After finishing the twenty-fourth stroke, Mr. Yang said:

"Also, I can't think of it for a while, just order something to keep them (the police) busy for a while."

While I was sorting out the records, Mr. Yang was still sitting across from me. His mood was relaxed and relieved, and he watched me write, his eyes radiating hope.

I have compiled a record very fairly, and I will give it to Mr. Yang.

On the morning of the same day, Senior Yang made a report and asked to see the cadres.

After seeing the cadres come back, Yang Dayuan's face was a little flushed. From this blush, it can be seen that he has been praised by the cadres, and he has also received many encouraging words from the cadres.

After coming back, Mr. Yang was in a good mood. Seeing that he was in such a good mood, everyone took him to adjust the pipe.

Someone said: "Master Yang, I am sure that you will be interrogated in the next two days, you know, you have to pretend to be dumb when you go out, you have no good cigarettes, you don't bring anything to eat, you must not speak, this is the opportunity, when they beg you." ”

Another person said: "Find a way to get some in, and you can't just eat a little during the arraignment." ”

Another person said: "Ask him first, if he can change the sentence, if he can't change the sentence and tell them a **." ”

In short, it was a lively day, and everyone gave Yang Dayuan ideas to make the already excited Yang even more excited.

I've never seen such efficiency. At about 10 o'clock that night, Mr. Yang was arraigned.

The people in the prison were very concerned about Mr. Yang's affairs, and they all wanted to know the results of his interrogation, and they all wanted to know if the things he provided had attracted attention. In short, I want to watch a suspense movie, waiting for how Yang Dayuan's fate will take a turn. Therefore, everyone fell asleep when Yang was interrogated, but after Yang was brought out, everyone couldn't sleep, everyone lay on the bed and talked nonsense, some people were very sleepy, but they also held on, waiting for Yang to come back.

About two hours later, Mr. Yang was sent back.

As soon as Mr. Yang returned to the prison, the prison number became lively, and everyone asked questions, and all kinds of questions were waiting for Mr. Yang to answer. Yang Dayuan's emotions were excited, and the excitement carried a kind of self-suppressed stability.

It can be seen from his emotions that today's arraignment has some things that make him happy and some things that make him not very satisfied. In response to everyone's questions, Mr. Yang basically refused to answer, and his mind was still in the interrogation.

After Mr. Yang went to bed and lay down for a while,

I asked him, "Who is arraignment today?" ”

Senior Yang said that there were six or seven people who came today, and the biggest official was the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau in charge of criminal investigation, surnamed Liu, and the head of the criminal investigation detachment. They told Mr. Yang that the things provided by Mr. Yang were very important, and for this reason, when they came, they set up a special team to handle the case, with Deputy Director Liu in charge, to comprehensively investigate the clues provided by Mr. Yang.

Mr. Yang was pleased with the attention given to him by the Public Security Bureau, but there was one thing that Mr. Yang was not happy about.

When Mr. Yang was questioned, he asked Director Liu if he could keep his brain by taking the initiative to make meritorious contributions, and Director Liu told him that he didn't know. This sentence made Mr. Yang think badly. Therefore, Mr. Yang's mood after coming back was both happy and disappointed.

For Mr. Yang, this arraignment made him another happy thing, he smoked a lot of good cigarettes. I don't blame Mr. Yang for his poor taste in life, but also blame us for being really poor, supplying Mr. Yang with a pack of inferior cigarettes for two days, and sometimes it is not in place, why doesn't he owe cigarettes.

After the first interrogation of Mr. Yang, there must be a second time, and it is certain that Mr. Yang will not be able to die for the time being. So, during this period, Yang wanted to do another thing, which was funny, and he wanted to write a memoir.

Yang Dayuan thinks: his life is full of legends, everyone looks down on him, thinks he has low moral character, thinks he is a person who cannot be relied on, in fact, he is a good person, he has a good heart, he has experienced a lot of suffering, he has done a lot of good things. He thought his whole life could be written down.

Mr. Yang proposed to write a memoir, and I think he should have a purpose in writing his memoir. Or to publish books in the society, or for other purposes. So, I asked him many times why he wrote his memoirs and what purpose he wanted to accomplish in writing them. Mr. Yang was so rambling on my questions that I forgot how he answered, and I still haven't figured it out to this day.

Mr. Yang repeatedly told the boss about his desire to write a memoir. The boss doesn't care, write it, he won't be tired, but I can't, writing his memoirs will definitely fall on my head, it's a very tiring thing. There is no shining side in his life, no happy side. It can't make people happy, and this kind of memoir feels more tiring to write.

With the boss's tacit permission, he asked the cadre for paper and pen, and I began to write it, and he dictated it, and the memoirs began to be written.

After getting the paper and pen back from the cadres, I began to suffer.

Yang Dayuan's dictation began when he was born, and he didn't let go of the old sesame rotten things, and he didn't have a certain ability to express himself orally, I really didn't know how to write, no matter what he said, I would write.

After writing for a long time, he was tired of dictating, and I was tired of writing. Mr. Yang asked me to read it to him.

I took the transcript and read it to him.

After hearing this, Yang shook his head and said, "You don't write well, unlike what literati write." ”