I was stopped by Director Cao's words for a while, and I didn't know what to say to refute.

The self-esteem in my heart was gradually being buried by a complicated feeling, but at that time I said in my heart:

"If he hadn't handcuffed me to the interrogation chair, maybe none of this qiē would have happened.

I said this in a very small voice, obviously with a hard-mouthed mouth.

Director Cao sat up straight, shrugged his shoulders and said in an approachable tone:

"Boy, I'll tell you a story! I'm sure you'll have some feelings after listening to this story. Then he lit a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth, and said in a calm tone:

"It was a cold and long winter night, and our Unit 54774 was subordinate to the Jinan Military Region and received an order from the superior to participate in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam.

My comrade-in-arms Xing Zitao and I, like many soldiers, sat in a stuffy tank train car for several days and nights.

At that time, many soldiers were writing suicide notes, and even many people cried, perhaps because of the infection of sad feelings, Xing Zitao did not control his feelings and cried.

Maybe you can't understand the fear of going to war, Xing Zitao is my fellow countryman, and he is also the only soldier I brought out from my hometown.

I was a company commander in the army at the time, and because of my status, I couldn't show my feelings at will like ordinary soldiers.

When I saw Xing Zitao also lying in the corner writing a suicide note, his eyes were full of tears.

At that time, I was young and vigorous, and I couldn't rub a little sand in my eyes.

Xing Zitao is a soldier I brought out, and we must be as strict with ourselves as I am, we are soldiers who shed blood and do not shed tears.

I was so angry that I raised my hand to slap him and scolded him for being skinless. vented all his stress on him, and he didn't complain.

Later, after our regiment entered Vietnam, my company was named Assault Company, and was ordered to seize a village in the town of Tangtang, and I vividly remember that it rained very heavily that day.

Our assault company was in ambush in the woods, 1 km from the village, ready to attack at night. At this time, we suddenly found a little girl in her teens, desperately running to the village, the acuity of the battlefield made me realize that this may be the eyes of the Vietnamese army, we must have been discovered, the girl may go back to the village to report the news.

The girl was more than ten meters away from us, she was half-naked, and she was wearing a pair of shabby and patched shorts underneath, covered in mud and without even shoes.

I knew that if the boy ran back to the village, our entire company of more than 100 men would be in danger of total annihilation, and that I would be responsible for my soldiers.

I didn't have time to think about it, but I rushed over to catch up with her, pierced her in the back of the heart with a military thorn, and the child fell silently in the rain.

I carried her back into the woods, and the girl glared at me in despair, then vomited blood, and she died in agony in my arms.

Xing Zitao looked at me almost with an angry attitude, and at that moment I saw a strangeness in his eyes that I had never seen before.

Our company waited in the woods until late at night, and then began to attack the village, and a whole regiment of Vietnamese troops was scattered by us in our sleep.

And we even paid the price of only one platoon, and afterwards Xing Zitao had an opinion about me, thinking that I was a murderous demon with no humanity.

At that time, I was carried away by the highest honor, and I did not explain my original intention to him.

With the development of the war, the military headquarters asked us to attack, and my company was responsible for assisting the friendly troops to attack the city from the flank, but we did not expect that the Vietnamese army would frantically counterattack my company in order to relieve the pressure on Cao Binh.

There was a tearing roar, which I knew was the sound of Soviet-made M-30 howitzers, and I shouted: "Get down."

There was a loud bang, and a wave of heat swept in, and a figure leaped up from beside me, crushing me under me, and burying us in the splash of dirt.

The pain of the eardrum made me very sober, I knew that he had saved me, and Xing Zitao, who was lying on top of me, was unconscious.

Later, Xing Zitao was wounded and returned to the motherland, and only 23 people survived in the counterattack of the Vietnamese army.

Since then, Xing Zitao has not said a word to me, and he applied for discharge from the army after he recovered from his injury.

A few years later, I also transferred to the regimental level and was in the same unit as Xing Zitao, and he was still the same as in the army, except for work contacts, he basically maintained a superior-subordinate relationship with me.

Until he gave his life to save you, he didn't forgive me. I wonder how you feel after listening to this story?

At that moment, I was struck by an invisible force, and I suddenly felt like a villain who did all kinds of evil.

A hero who has made meritorious contributions to the country died indirectly at my hands, and I am a murderer with blood on my hands.

I paused. Director Cao lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and stared at me

"Han Bing, I can feel that you are a kind child, it is not terrible to make mistakes, but it is terrible to be unrepentant and go all the way.

You were in a coma in the intensive care unit for 14 days, and for 14 days you had nightmares every day. I want to know who is the third uncle you are shouting from?

I said with a cold war: "He is my third uncle, who has been dead for decades, and he killed my second uncle."

Director Cao obviously didn't believe it, and he raised his voice by one decibel:

"Han Bing, isn't there a word of truth in your mouth? Your third uncle has been dead for decades, have you ever seen him?

How old are you, the age on your account is 18 years old, but your real age is 17 years old, I just want to tell you that 17 and 18 years old is the tipping point between life and death.

Seeing that I was a little confused, Director Cao continued to explain:

"An 18-year-old is a fully responsible perpetrator and a criminally responsible adult, while a 17-year-old is a minor who is not criminally responsible. If you continue to be hard-mouthed, no one will be able to save you.

At this time, I clearly knew how funny, stupid and even ridiculous it was to talk to a cadre who had been educated by the party for so many years that I was taken by my third uncle and killed my second uncle.

Seeing that I wasn't talking, Director Cao looked a little excited, said:

"Han Bing, why are you so naïve, truthfully confess your crimes, our public security organs will be lenient with you, you are still young, and there is still a long way to go.

I now tell you unequivocally that if you don't say a word, we can bring you to justice. Seriously, I don't want to see that Director Xing died unexplained for a murderer, because it wasn't worth it......

Director Cao's words were like a sharp dagger, deeply piercing my fragile heart, I closed my eyes and gritted my gums and said coldly:

"I resisted, I just wanted to die quickly. Director Cao stood up and pulled his sleeves away.

In the quiet special ward, except for Officer Li, who was supervising me, the doctor who came to take my blood pressure and temperature every day, I was lying on the bed, motionless like a corpse, and I didn't know what happened to my family.

I lived in fear every day, and I was afraid that if I got well, a few policemen would come and tie me up, like Wu Guang, and take me to the people's square of the city for trial, and put me in a torture car to be executed.

I waited all day for the dawn, and in the dawn for the darkness.

On the 47th day, I finally looked forward to Director Cao, who was obviously a little haggard this time, and after entering the ward, he said straight to the point:

"I heard from the doctor that your foot injury is recovering quickly, maybe you will be discharged from the hospital in a few days, I have been thinking like this for so many days, do you have anything to say.

Listening to what Director Cao said, I was quite relieved to say:

"I killed my second uncle" The corners of Director Cao's mouth rose and he laughed:

"It's so simple, let's talk about why you killed your second uncle, Han Jianjun.

I try to calm myself:

"Because my second mother scolded my mother, I beat my second mother, my second uncle hit me with a chair, and was blocked by my mother, I saw that my mother was injured, so I went up to beat my second uncle, I couldn't beat him, so I picked up the ashtray that fell on the ground and hit him, I didn't expect to kill him, I really didn't mean to!

Director Cao held his cheeks, waved his hand, and motioned for me to stop, saying, "I don't want to hear you talk about these accounts, what do I scold you, you have to beat me!"

Which, as I know in the transcripts of the interviews of your parents and your relatives, is not the point.

I want to know, how did you get out of the interrogation chair, and what happened after you were lifted into the police car all the way to the hospital, in detail?

I thought about it: "When I saw my dad fainting, I was so anxious that I tried to break free from the lock that was locked on my feet, and I stood up.

Director Cao interrupted me again. "No way, not even an adult, and a professionally trained person, to be so clever as to pinch your ankle to the slot.

You're reminiscing about whether anyone else ever approached you at the time, who put you in the interrogation chair.

I fell into deep thought again and said, "It was the fat police officer who went out to the police at that time, and I had a deep influence on him, because he beat me in the police car and in the interrogation chair, and he seems to have the surname Cheng."