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Chapter 57 Seven Confessions

"I, Pu Yi, have no conscience. The government treated me so humanely, and I concealed these things. I violated the prison rules. No, this is a violation of the national law. This thing is not mine, but the people's. I didn't understand it until today. Remembering the confession." In the director's reception room, I stood in front of the director with my head bowed.On a table by the window, the four hundred and sixty-eight pieces of jewelry emitted a regrettable brilliance.If my "voluntary confession" can save me, if leniency works for me, then let the glory be the glory.

The director stared at me for a while, nodded and said: "Sit down!" From this sound, I heard hope. "Did you go through a lot of ideological struggles for this matter?" asked the director. I avoided the note, saying I'd been upset about it.Of all the things I said, only the last sentence was true: "I dare not confess, I am afraid that if I confess, I will not be treated with leniency." "Then why?" There was a smile on the corner of the director's mouth, "Is it because you are an emperor?" I was stunned for a moment and admitted: "Yes, director."

"It's no wonder you think so," the director laughed. "You have your unique history, so you naturally have many unique ideas. I can tell you again: the policies of the Communist Party and the People's Government follow their promises, regardless of Whatever your status in the past, those who confess can be lenient, those who have been reformed can have their sentences reduced, and those who have done meritorious deeds can be rewarded. It’s all about human effort. You didn’t hand over these things at the beginning, you violated the prison rules, and hid them in the bottom of the box for more than a year. Now you Now that you have confessed yourself and admitted your mistakes, it means that you have repented, so I decided not to punish you."

After all, he ordered the watchman outside the door to find the custodian.The custodian arrived, and he ordered: "You collect those piles of things and give Pu Yi a deposit note." I was so surprised.I quickly stood up: "No, I don't want a deposit note. The government won't confiscate it, so I want to donate it." "It's better to keep it for you. You pay here." The director stood up and left, "I told you already, for us, the reformed people are more valuable." I returned to the cell with a deposit slip of 468 pieces of jewelry.The companions are having a discussion meeting, discussing the issues in the book "How China Was Reduced to a Colony and Semi-Colony" that I am studying.When they saw me back, they stopped discussing, treated me like never before, and congratulated me on my progress.

"Old Pu, I admire you!" They no longer call me Mr. Pu, but call me "Old" without discrimination.When I first heard this address, I felt more uncomfortable than hearing it as "Sir", but today I feel very comfortable being called by them. "Old Pu, this act of yours has inspired me!" "Old Pu, I didn't see that you are really brave." "Old Pu, I have your example, and I believe in leniency policy even more. I thank you ."etc. I should add one more thing here.Since my clothes have been washed and sewn, my appearance has become more miserable than before, and the respect of my companions has also lost more than half of the "Mr." City" (Harbin came from the former place where the rags were sold).The ignorance shown in their studies often arouses their unscrupulous laughter.In short, I understand who I am in their minds.Now they praised me again and again, and I suddenly felt elated.

During the rest of the day, I heard Lao Yuan, the former Manchukuo ambassador to Japan, talking about this matter to others in the courtyard.Lao Yuan has a lot of eyes. It can be said that just turning his eyes is enough for others to think for a day.This multi-minded person said something that greatly touched my heart: "Old Pu is a smart man, not stupid at all. He won the initiative and confessed those jewelry, which is absolutely right. In fact, this kind of thing cannot be concealed, and the government can easily find out. The government has our materials. We imagined more. Just think about the three-anti and five-anti cases in the newspapers. Millions of people have provided materials to the government, and even what you forgot have become materials and flown into the hands of the government. went."

According to what he said, it seems that I can't hide the lies I told in my autobiography. If I say it, will it be as safe as handing over jewels?One is a political issue, the other is an economic issue, can they be treated the same?The director didn't say anything.But it seems needless to say that a violation of the law is a violation of the law, and economic crimes are also crimes. The three evils and the five antis are severely punished, lightly punished, and frankly lenient. They should all be the same. That being said, I still can't make up my mind until things come to an end.The difference from last time is that as soon as the word "leniency" appeared in the newspaper, I wanted to find out more than before.

The Three Antis and Five Antis campaigns are coming to an end, and there are more and more cases being closed, and they are all "leniently dealt with".Old Wang worked as a "judge", and I studied the cases in the newspaper with him.Every time I research, I always connect with my own affairs in my heart and think over and over whether I can use this policy.Later, when the Institute asked us to write materials about the crimes committed by the Japanese invaders in the Northeast, I thought even more. In order to prepare for the handling of Japanese war criminals, the government began to conduct relevant investigations, calling on the puppet Manchukuo war criminals to provide materials on the crimes of the Japanese invaders in the Northeast.When the cadres of the Institute announced this matter that day, someone asked a question: "Apart from the Japanese invaders, can I write about other things?" I couldn't help but mutter: What else is he going to write?The others are of course Chinese, and the biggest criminal of the Chinese is of course me!Will people in my family write something else too?

The war criminals of the Puppet Manchukuo were very active in writing about the crimes committed by the Japanese invaders in the Northeast.Our group wrote more than ten copies on the first day.The team leader Lao Wang collected all the written materials and said with satisfaction: "Our grades are good! We will definitely be able to write so much tomorrow." Someone interjected: "If ordinary people in the Northeast write, I don't know how much we can write. Lao Wang said: "It goes without saying that the government will definitely investigate the people in the Northeast! What do you think, Lao Pu?" ?” “I don’t investigate other people, but someone will definitely write about us. The common people hate us as much as they hate the Japanese!”

When it was time for dinner, it was Da Li who came to deliver the meal.I felt that he seemed very angry. He left without waiting for me to pick up the food and put it on the ground.After he walked away, I immediately remembered that he was the one who helped me get into the carriage when I left Jingyuan. The next day, we wrote another day of material.I don't know much, and I write less.When Lao Wang received the materials, he was still very satisfied, because there were still quite a few written by others.He said: "Look, if you think about it, how many people in the Northeast will write! How many materials the government has! Those who have worked in the judiciary will know that if you have evidence, you will not be afraid to say it. In the past, the judiciary in the old society believed that The most difficult thing is the evidence, but here in the people's government, the common people all come to provide materials, so the situation is different." I heard this, and my heart skipped a beat.

"The government has the material!" This is not the first time I have heard this.I couldn't help thinking of this sentence this morning when we were discussing a newspaper article about the capture of hidden counter-revolutionaries.The newspaper reported that the executioner who killed the Red Army general Fang Zhimin in 1935 had been captured in the deep mountains of Shimen, Hunan.After the liberation of Hunan, this executioner first hid in Changde County, and later hid in the mountains of Shimen, where he continued to engage in counter-revolutionary activities, but was finally detected by the public security organs.How it was found out was not mentioned in the newspaper.I thought to myself, this probably means we have mastered the materials again. Probably the Communist Party has recorded the materials of this executioner since 1935.I learned a judicial term from Lao Wang, which is called "filing for record and checking". On the third day, when I wrote the last piece of material, I suddenly heard a voice on the stairs.I turned my head and saw a strange middle-aged man appearing near the post, followed by the director.Based on experience, I judged that this was an inspection from a higher authority.The inspector inspected each cell one by one, and listened to the chief warden report the names of the prisoners in each cell with no expression on his face.He didn't wear uniform, but I thought he looked like a soldier, not so much from his precise and well-proportioned movements and his regular figure, as from his serious countenance.He is about fifty years old. "What are you doing?" He stopped outside our cell and asked, looking at me.I didn't expect his tone to be very gentle, and he had a smile on his face. I stood up and reported that I was writing about the crimes of the Japanese invaders.He was interested in my answer: "What crimes do you know about the Japanese invaders?" I told the story of the massacre of secret construction workers that I just wrote and heard from Tong Jixu. Maybe it's my nervousness, maybe it's the truth, I think the smile on his face suddenly disappears, his eyes become very serious.I never expected the story to evoke such a strong reaction from him. "I was very excited when I heard it. I didn't expect the Japanese to be so cruel." I said anxiously. "Why don't you protest to the Japanese?" He looked into my eyes. I felt that he was angry, so I quickly lowered my head and said softly: "I can not" "You don't dare, you're afraid, are you?" He didn't want me to answer, but continued on his own, "Oh, fear, fear can turn a person into this!" The last sentence returned to a calm tone. I whispered: "This is all due to my crimes. I have to confess to the people. My death is not enough to cover them!" "Don't do this either, take everything on yourself. You can only take your own part of the responsibility. You should seek truth from facts. It's yours, you can't shirk it, it's not yours, and it won't be counted on your account." I continued to say that my sins were serious, and I was grateful for the government's treatment of me. I had recognized my sins and was determined to reform myself.I didn't know if he was listening to me, but he looked around our cell and asked a prisoner to take a mouthwash cup and have a look.When I finished speaking, he shook his head and said: "You should seek truth from facts. As long as you truly confess your guilt and show repentance, you will definitely get leniency. The Communist Party counts on what it says and pays attention to the facts. The people's government is responsible to the people. You should use facts and actions instead of words to explain your progress. Work hard .” He glanced at the pile of things I wrote, and then walked to the next cell. My heart is heavy.I picked up the pile of written materials and read it again. It seems that today I feel the seriousness of this kind of thing. From then on, those stern eyes seemed to be inseparable from me, and those few words always hit my heart: "It's yours, you can't push it away!" "You should seek truth from facts!" "Use facts and actions." Instead of using your mouth to explain your progress!" I felt that I was in the face of an irresistible momentum.Yes, this is an impulsive force that will not give up until the end.It was because of this momentum that the executioner who killed Fang Zhimin in 1935 could not escape hiding in the mountains.I think that in the face of this momentum, the crimes committed by the Japanese invaders in the Northeast will all be settled, all the traitors of Manchukuo!There is no escape from journals. It was Sunday, and I was drying the washed clothes in the yard when I suddenly saw Da Shui and Xiao Rui.Another cadre from the office came from a distance.The three of them stood near the flower platform for a while, then parted ways and walked away.Xiaorui came to the place where I hung my clothes. I wanted to say hello to him, but he didn't even look at me and walked straight past.I couldn't help being suspicious: "What's going on? Could it be—are they really heading for a dead end?" I went back to the house, found some old newspapers, and read the news and articles on the lenient handling of the three-anti and five-anti cases.After watching for a while, Pharaoh came over and said: "What are you doing? Studying the Five Antis?" "I won't study it anymore." I put down the newspaper and made up my mind, "I think of some things in the past. I didn't realize their nature before, and now they seem to be crimes. Would you like to write these into your thoughts?" "Why not? Of course it's fine!" He lowered his voice and said, "Besides, the government has a lot of materials about us, so let's talk about it first." I picked up my pen.In this learning reflection, there is a paragraph to the effect that the imperialist invasion of China is inseparable from the use of feudal and comprador forces. My experience is a typical example.Under the subjective fantasy of restoration, the feudal forces using me as a sign colluded with Japanese imperialism, and Japanese imperialism used this sign to turn the Northeast into its colony.I wrote down the details of my activities in Zhangyuan and Jingyuan in Tianjin, my group's relationship with the Japanese, and my meeting with Doihara. Two days later, the team leader Lao Wang told me that the staff saw what I wrote and thought that I had made great progress and deserved to be praised in this group. "It is more useful to produce one real physical evidence than ten thousand empty words." Lao Wang, who has worked as a "judge", said.
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