(Clearwisdom.net) On September 25, 2002, five of us Falun Gong practitioners were taken to the Ning'an Road Police Station in Shijiazhuang City, Hebei Province, where we were interrogated and forced to have our photos taken. I realized that we could not cooperate with the evil and recognize this arrangement of the old forces. After separating us, the police asked me: "Why did you refuse to have your photo taken?" I replied: "I cannot cooperate with your crime because the persecution of Falun Gong is wrong." After exhausting all their methods, the police gave up.
At the detention center, I clarified the truth to the inmates by telling them the changes that took place in me after I practiced Dafa. They all said that Dafa was good and that practitioners were great people.
From the moment that I was arrested, I reminded myself that my main consciousness needed to be clear and I should never recognize or cooperate with the evil's torture. I must completely oppose all the arrangements of the old forces. At the Luquan Detention Center, police tried to forcefully put me onto the "tiger bench" (For a detailed description of this and other forms of torture used in detention centers and forced labor camps, see http://www.geocities.com/transrefs/Torture-tr.html ) and put chains on my feet. The director, Zhang Weige, said to me: "You've been to the detention center three times now. Will you cooperate with us this time?" I answered: "No." He then said: "Your fellow practitioners are cooperating. You can go home if you can give up your belief." I said to him calmly: "No one can brainwash me. You are wrong." Other wardens all think that Dafa practitioners are truly magnificent since they can firmly persist in their faith.
The police attempted to send me to the labor camp. I started a hunger strike to protest their torture against practitioners. Meanwhile, I sent forth righteous thoughts to eliminate the interference from other dimensions. I examined every thought of mine and rectified the foundation of my thoughts. The hunger strike was not solely for the purpose of getting out of there, but rather to completely deny the arrangement of the evil old forces. If I only did it to get out, then the evil would take advantage of this loophole and that way I would be following the evil's arrangement. At the detention center, I sent forth righteous thoughts and recited Teacher's articles. I promised Teacher in my mind: "No matter what happens, my righteous faith and thought in Dafa and Teacher are unshakable at the moment of life and death."
Their attempts to interrogate me, force me to sign my name, take my photo and fingerprints all failed. In addition, they dared not touch me. On the sixth day of my hunger strike, I showed some symptoms and appeared to be in critical condition. Fearing that they would be held legally responsible for my death, the police sent me to the so-called "legislative center" (it is in fact a brainwashing center) the next day. Being afraid that I would walk out, they put me on the third floor where there was a tight monitoring system and iron rails. In addition, they assigned two security guards to watch me. They also put me on the tiger bench.
There was a sunroof in the room where I was being held. Although I was chained up, I firmly believed that I could find a way out. At night, I recited the Fa and sent forth righteous thoughts and felt a strong energy field surrounding me. I clarified the truth to the two guards and told them the principle of being a good person. After listening to me, they kept saying that Dafa was good and practitioners were great. I was happy for them, for they finally knew the truth. After eating dinner, they fell asleep on their beds. At around 1:00 am, I worked my way free from the iron chair and climbed to the sunroof. I gently moved the iron latch above and climbed out. Once I got to the roof, I slipped down the drainpipe along the west side. Under Teacher's protection and my righteous thoughts, I made it safely to the ground and walked out. At that moment, they found out that I was missing and looked for me everywhere. Those evil police would never imagine that a person who had been on a hunger strike for seven days would have enough strength to escape. Once again, I joined the current of Fa-rectification.
