Chapter 59 Nine prosecutors are here

From the end of 1953, we studied "On Imperialism" for three consecutive months.In March 1954, after the study ended, the management office moved back to Fushun.Not long after, the working group of the procuratorate came to the management office and started the investigation of the war criminals. It was later learned that the government had made careful preparations and organized a huge force for the investigation of the crimes committed by the Japanese war criminals and the puppet Manchukuo war criminals.A large number of Japanese war criminals were transferred to Fushun.Government personnel prepared a large amount of materials several years ago.About 200 procuratorial staff gathered together and received special training in policy and business in advance.

The Japanese war criminals lived in the "Third Institute", "Fourth Institute" and "Seventh Institute". The situation there is not clear. Our war criminals from Manchukuo held a meeting at the end of March and started an investigation.The investigative work—from the prisoner's point of view, the reporting and confession—had been carried on until the end of the year, and it was basically over. At the conference, the person in charge of the working group spoke.He said, after years of study and introspection, it is time for you to plead guilty. It is necessary for the government to investigate your crimes. The crimes committed by Japanese imperialist war criminals and other traitors; whether you confess or report others, you must be honest, neither expand nor shrink; the government's final treatment of you will be based on crimes on the one hand and your attitude on the other hand The government's policy is to be lenient for confessions and strict for resistance.

At the same time, the director announced the prison regulations: no exchange of case details, no passing notes and letters with other cells, etc.From this day on, each group took turns to go to the yard during the daily rest time, and it was impossible to meet with people from other groups. After the general meeting, each group returned to their respective rooms to hold a discussion meeting. Everyone expressed that they would completely confess, report, bow their heads and plead guilty, and strive for leniency.Some people said: "I have been looking forward to this day. As long as there is a trial, there will be a deadline." There are also some people, such as Lao Xian, who said that he believed in the leniency policy, but looked disturbed, obviously not sincere.

Seeing Lao Xian's gray complexion, I didn't have any idea of ​​taking pleasure in other's misfortune, but was infected with uneasiness by him.Since I explained the key historical issues in my learning experience, I had confidence in the leniency policy at that time, but now I feel that the policy has not been fulfilled. I don’t know if it will still be as the director said, and it will not be an exception for me. .If a "Military Hospital Director" like Lao Xian is worth worrying about, what about me, the "emperor"? However, in any case, I have already explained the biggest problem.My situation may be different from that of Lao Xian. He may be considering whether to confess, but my problem can only be how to convince the prosecutors that I have already pleaded guilty.

In order to gain the trust of the prosecutors, I decided to rewrite my own history in detail and systematically, and at the same time write out the crimes of Japanese war criminals that I know as much as possible.I made such a pledge at the group meeting. It is not so easy to fully realize this guarantee. When I wrote about the end of Manchukuo, when the Soviet Union declared war on Japan, I remembered something.At that time, I was worried that the Japanese would suspect me at this tense time and kick me away, always thinking of ways to please the Kwantung Army.One night after I received the news of the Soviet army declaring war, I called Zhang Jinghui and Wubu Liuzang, the head of the General Affairs Department, without anyone's instructions, and issued a verbal "order" to them, ordering them to mobilize urgently and fully support Japan. The imperial army resisted the Soviet attack.How should I write about this matter?If you don’t write it, it’s hard to ensure that others don’t know about it. Let’s write it. This act was not ordered by the Japanese (Yoshioka said he was ill at the time and didn’t show up). Will it arouse the suspicion of the prosecutors? At the mercy of it?If the prosecutors misunderstand, the entire history I have explained will become unreliable.

I finally decided that I can't write too much, and it's nothing to write one bad thing, and let this matter be counted on the account of Yoshioka Yasunao. After finishing writing, I thought that writing too little is not good.So I wrote as much detail as I could.After writing the confession materials, I tried my best to write the report materials. The materials are all handed in.I await my arraignment from prosecutors. While waiting, I kept thinking about the scene during the interrogation.Prosecutors are not the same as the staff?Fierce or not?Is he going to be punished? In my mind, it is impossible to interrogate a prisoner without being powerful.When I dealt with negligent eunuchs and servants in the Forbidden City and the palace, I have always been inseparable from instruments of torture.

I am afraid of death, and even more afraid of being punished.Needless to say, flesh and blood suffer, even if someone slaps me like I used to treat others, it is not as good as dead.I used to think that it was impossible to live in a Communist prison without being brutally tortured.The treatment I received after entering the management office was unexpected.There is no beating or swearing here, and personality is respected.It has been like this for more than three years. Ordinarily, I shouldn’t have any doubts anymore, but when I think of interrogation, I still feel uneasy, because I think interrogation is interrogation. The prisoner cannot agree with the interrogator, and the interrogator cannot trust the prisoner. Naturally, they will freeze, and it is natural that an authoritative interrogator wants to beat someone, which is beyond reproach.

Under the torment of these thoughts, I spent more than ten days with restless sleep and food.Finally, the day came when the watchman came to inform me to talk. I was led into a room in the central passage.This room is about two feet square.There is a large desk in the middle, and there is a coffee table in front of the desk, with tea bowls, teapots and ashtrays.A middle-aged man and a young man sat behind the table.They motioned for me to sit down on a chair by the coffee table. "What's your name?" the middle-aged man asked. "Aixinjueluo Puyi." He asked age, place of origin and gender.The nib of the young man's pen was moving on the paper "cha, cha" as we talked.

"We have read the confession materials you wrote," said the middle-aged man, "and want to hear you talk in person. You can smoke." And so it started.The middle-aged prosecutor asked me about my arrest since I was a child.After I finished speaking, he nodded to me, as if he was still satisfied. "Okay, let's stop here. Interrogator Zhao may have questions for you in the future." In short, the atmosphere of this interrogation was quite unexpected.There is one less question in my mind. During the second interrogation, when I found that interrogator Zhao was the only one in the room, I couldn't help being a little disappointed.I sat in front of this interrogator, looked at his young face, and couldn't help thinking: Is he all right?Did he figure it out?Can he understand what I'm saying is true?He is just in his youth, does he have a temper?If someone reports me blindly, who does he believe? ...

"I have a question for you," he interrupted my train of thought, asking me about the procedures for promulgating edicts and imperial edicts when I was in Manchukuo.I answered according to the facts.Speaking of a decree, he asked me what I had seen a few days before it was promulgated, which I could not recall. "Probably a day or two ago, perhaps, three days, no, four days?" "You don't need to answer right away," he said. "You think about it, and when you think of it, you can talk about it. Now let's talk about another question..." On this other question, I couldn't remember again, and I froze there.I couldn't help worrying secretly: "I can't remember it again, it seems that I don't want to say it, should he be angry?" But he didn't get angry, and said the same sentence: "Let's put this aside, you can talk about it when you think about it." .”

Later, I finally completely convinced this young man. I don't remember how many times I was interrogated.He took out a report written by me, put it in front of me, and asked me: "The report material you wrote stated that under the planning of the Japanese war criminal and former deputy director of the General Affairs Office of the Puppet Manchukuo, the Japanese invaders looted 16 million tons of grain in the Northeast in one year. What is said in this matter It’s too imprecise. Is it a year? What year? How do you know the figure of 16 million tons? Tell me in detail.” How can I know?This is just what I overheard from the chat between the two pseudo-ministers in the same room. Naturally, I dare not tell this matter. I can only learn from Su Dongpo's "take it for granted" that the Japanese invaders did everything they could to the wealth of the Northeast. Search, how much food is produced and how much is needed.At this point, the interrogator stopped me: "Do you know how much grain is produced in the Northeast every year?" I was tongue-tied and speechless for a while. "What is the basis of your report?" I don't think I can get along anymore, so I had no choice but to tell the source of the information on this road. "So, do you believe in this material?" "I... have no idea." "Oh, you don't even believe it yourself!" The interrogator's eyes widened. "Then why do you still write?" I was groaning, not knowing what to say, but he put the cap on the fountain pen and tidied up the papers and books on the table—there were thick fake Manchukuo "Yearbook" and "Government Gazette", obviously My answer is no longer needed.The interrogation ended with his words: "Whether you are dealing with others or yourself, you must seek truth from facts." I looked at this person who was ten years younger than me, and said nothing.I accepted his words from the bottom of my heart.Because I am afraid that others will make up and exaggerate for me. When I walked out of the interrogation room, a question popped up in my heart: "Are all the interrogators as serious as this young man? What if one of them is not like this and happens to receive a report that falsely accuses me? " This question was quickly answered.The old man in the same room later told us the same experience.He once wrote down the figures of Japan's plundered steel from the Northeast according to estimates. The interrogator didn't believe it, so he gave him a pencil and asked him to calculate how much ore was needed to produce these steels, and how much ore each mine in the Northeast produced annually.... "He's carrying the Northeast resource file!" Lao Yuan finally said. Therefore, I also understood why the "Yearbook" and "Gazette" and other materials were placed on Interrogator Zhao's desk.However, in order to verify each piece of material, the working group used hundreds of investigators, spent more than a year, traveled all over urban and rural areas, and rummaged through tons of files. This is still my summary in the inspector I only found out when I signed the opinion letter. I had a problem with the young interrogator, pleased with his practicality and worried with my own stupidity that he thought me dishonest.So I hurriedly wrote a self-review and sent it to him. "The situation doesn't seem very serious." I handed over the self-criticism, I thought so.