Bloodstained College

The mystery surrounding the massacre at the Teachers' College on the eve of the liberation of Xincheng was accidentally revealed through an old photograph.
It was taken in the early days of the Cultural Revolution in a small mountain village in southwest China. An eighteen-year-old girl was admitted to the county hospital after suffering severe bleeding from a self-induced abortion.
A young woman becoming pregnant was already a major scandal, but even more serious was the fact that this girl was a leader of the Red Guard rebels—a disgrace to the Red Guards! Under immense pressure from her fellow Red Guards, the female leader was forced to confess to being gang-raped.
A young Red Guard gang-raped?! The Public Security Bureau immediately launched an investigation, which revealed that the perpetrators were three fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boys, just reaching puberty. The oldest was in junior high school, while the other two had dropped out of school due to poverty.
The three boys were detained and quickly confessed to the entire crime. What might have seemed like an ordinary case turned out to be unusual for seasoned police investigators.
According to the statements of the victim and the perpetrators, the police discovered that the three boys had tied the girl up with ropes before raping her. Based on the descriptions of the four men, the police found that the three boys were unusually professional in their methods of binding and raping. Through further interrogation, the three confessed that they had learned from some old photographs. The one who provided the photographs was Huang, a classmate of the ringleader.
Huang was then summoned by the police. Upon seeing the police, Huang was terrified and almost immediately confessed that he had found the photographs under a tin box in his father's house.
Based on Huang's confession, the police searched Huang's home and found the yellowed old photographs, as well as a whole box of similarly yellowed old photographs in the rusty tin box.
Huang's father, Huang Yucheng, ran a private photography studio in town. After the establishment of the People's Commune, his studio was confiscated, and he became the sole photographer for the commune's photography studio.
It's not unusual for a photographer with over a decade of experience to possess a box of old photographs, but what's truly astonishing is that the box he secretly kept contained hundreds of photographs and negatives of nude women! The women in these photos were mostly young and beautiful, and with a few exceptions, almost all were bound. Many of the photos featured close-ups of the female genitalia, with some showing a man's penis inserted into a woman's vagina. Beyond the graphic nature of the images, what shocked the police even more were the numerous photographs of death row inmates bound hand and foot, with death warrants stuck to their backs. These included photographs of naked female prisoners about to be executed, as well as photographs of already executed male and female corpses.
The police detained and interrogated Huang Yucheng, but he claimed that a friend who worked at the police station before liberation had given them to him, and that he didn't know who the prisoners were or where they had been killed. But the police refused to believe his lies. Based on the names of the victims on the signs behind the prisoners in the photographs, and after searching through records, the police quickly pinpointed the location to Xincheng, over two thousand miles away. In Xincheng, the external collaborators not only confirmed the identities of the victims but also uncovered the true identity of Huang Yucheng.
First, regarding the victims in the photographs, they were all victims of the massacre at the Kuomintang's Xincheng Education Institute when the People's Liberation Army approached the city. In that massacre, all twenty-three political prisoners held at the institute perished, including Huang Peiran, the former underground party secretary of Xincheng, and Xie Feiyun, the work committee secretary; seven of them were women. Among the photographs taken, the most numerous and taken from the most obscene angles was of a female victim named Wang Xin, who was twenty-three years old at the time of her death and, before her arrest, was the captain of the third detachment of the Xincheng guerrilla brigade; the next most numerous was Wang Jin, who was nineteen years old at the time of her death and, before her arrest, was the student council president of the Xincheng Women's Normal College.
As for Huang Yucheng, an elderly vegetable farmer who lived near the institute and had once delivered vegetables to it identified the photograph as Zhao, the secretary to the institute's dean. Consulting enemy and puppet archives revealed that Huang Yucheng's real name was Zhao Shi, and he had served as a secretary at the institute for several years after Japan's surrender and before the liberation of Xincheng.
Because the victims' bodies and the archives of the training institute were all burned, and the enemy agents from the training institute had all disappeared with the Kuomintang army, the Xincheng authorities, although aware that all the martyrs had sacrificed their lives, remained largely unaware of the details.
The confirmation of Zhao Shi and the identities of the martyrs in the photographs finally brought the details of the tragedy and the heroic scene of their sacrifice to light. The police officers in charge of the investigation were both excited and heavy-hearted.
Zhao Shi was sent back to Xincheng. Faced with his identity recorded in the enemy and puppet archives, the cunning and deceitful man finally broke down and began to confess that tragic history to the police.
"Zhao Shi, how did you get into the Training Institute as a secretary?"
"My father was originally a middle school teacher. I learned to read and write from him since I was little. The year Japan surrendered, I graduated from middle school and, through my uncle's connections, joined the army. I became a clerk for the regimental commander, Liu Kehui, and followed the receiving official into the new city. The following year, when the Training Institute was established, Liu Kehui became the director, and I became his secretary."
"What were your responsibilities at the Training Institute?"
"Handling official documents. Because Director Liu Kehui was illiterate, I also drafted various reports for him. Also, my uncle, who had been doing business abroad for many years, gave me a German Raes camera when he returned to China, so I know how to take pictures. When students enrolled, graduated, or dropped out, their files needed photos, so I also took photos for them part-time."
"What kind of students?" "
The purpose of the Training Institute is to educate and reform prisoners, to help them break away from the Communist Party and follow the government. So prisoners aren't called prisoners, they're called students, and guards aren't called guards, they're called instructors. Entering the Training Institute is called enrollment, and leaving the Training Institute is called graduation or dropping out."
"What kind of people can enter the Training Institute?"
"There were underground party members, PLA prisoners of war, guerrillas, left-wing writers, labor movement leaders, and student movement leaders who were arrested. The higher-ups said these people were all talented, but they had been brainwashed by the Communist Party and needed to be reformed and educated to be used by us.
" "So how do you graduate?"
"Cooperate with the government, publish a statement renouncing your party membership, write a confession, expose your accomplices, etc., and you'll be issued a graduation certificate and released from the training institute."
"And what about those who didn't graduate?"
"That's...that's...leaving lying down."
"What kind of 'leaving lying down'?" "
Entering the training institute is like a suspended death sentence. If you refuse to cooperate during the probation period, you'll be executed. That's the second way to leave the training institute."
"How many people graduated, and how many were killed?" "
About six or seven graduated and left. The rest were killed. I don't remember the exact number, but it was probably thirty or forty."
The police officers placed a stack of disturbing photos in front of him.
"Tell me, what's the story behind these photos?" "
This..." Upon seeing the photo, Zhao Shi's eyes revealed an imperceptible unease.
"You've read quite a few books, you should know the policies."
"I know, I know, I'll confess, I'll confess everything, but I have nothing to do with this."
(II)
In the afternoon, in Zhao Shi's cell.
As someone who had worked as a secretary in a Kuomintang prison for several years, he had never imagined that one day he would be imprisoned. However, to be honest, the conditions in the prison he was in were not only better than those in the former training institute, but even better than his current life in the commune. At least the room was large and clean, and the lighting was good. Although every meal consisted of cornbread and pickled vegetables, he could still eat his fill, and he could at least have some meat at noon every day.
To facilitate Zhao Shi's confession, he was given a single room, complete with a chair, desk, paper, and pen to write his statement.
Looking at himself in prison, Zhao Shi was filled with emotion, his thoughts drifting back to those days more than a decade ago…
…Like most prisoners designated as key trainees, Wang Xin was carried into the reformatory.
(Zhao Shi wrote this.)
…Unlike other frail female prisoners, Wang Xin was a true heroine, charging into battle with a gun. The Xincheng Guerrilla Brigade had over a thousand men. Due to years of resistance against the Japanese, they had captured a great deal from the Japanese, making them nearly as strong as a regular army. Moreover, they had withstood the siege of tens of thousands of Japanese soldiers, fighting with exceptional skill. The Kuomintang found this force extremely troublesome. Wang Xin's Third Detachment was among the strongest, having once fought the Japanese for seven days and seven nights against an overwhelming odds of two hundred against three thousand, killing and wounding dozens of Japanese soldiers without suffering any casualties themselves—a miracle of war. Wang Xin became the deputy captain of a district squad at the age of sixteen, experiencing countless battles. If she hadn't sprained her ankle while scouting down the mountain and unfortunately encountered Kuomintang troops, even a large number of Kuomintang soldiers probably wouldn't have been able to capture her.
…For such an anti-Japanese heroine, a female adversary with considerable prestige among the people, the Kuomintang both hated and feared her. Although they captured her, they dared not boast about it openly, keeping it a secret; even within the Kuomintang, only a very few people knew about it. However, they did not relax their interrogation of her, hoping to extract secrets about the guerrillas and the Communist Party from her. I don't know what kind of torture she was subjected to, but when I saw her, it was hard to connect this weak woman lying on a stretcher, her face swollen to a large size, with the stunningly beautiful woman in the photograph.
…Due to the severe facial disfigurement, her "enrollment" photo was taken a month later.
…The conditions at the reformatory were better than in ordinary prisons because it housed high-ranking criminals, either holding important positions in the local Communist Party or being social elites, or at least from well-off families. Therefore, they were treated very differently from ordinary political prisoners. It was precisely because of this that Wang Xin recovered quickly from her injuries, and coupled with her good physical condition, by the time I took her "entrance" photo, she was already a complete beauty…
(To be honest, Zhao Shi came from a relatively wealthy family and knew mostly people from high society; he had seen many beautiful women, but Wang Xin's appearance couldn't be described simply as "beautiful." She was only twenty-two when she entered prison, with an oval face, slightly thin from the severe torture, tall, slender, with a straight back, long legs, and shoulder-length hair that hadn't been cut. Her large eyes held a princess-like haughty light—a gaze and temperament that ordinary women could never possess. Zhao Shi…) He was deeply impressed. There were several young female prisoners in the reformatory, including female students and factory workers. Some of the female students were quite attractive, but Zhao Shi always felt that Wang Xin stood out among all the beautiful women, and an uncontrollable desire to possess her arose within him. Since Wang Xin entered the reformatory, Zhao Shi would occasionally run to the sentry's watchtower during the prisoners' exercise time to watch her from afar as she and several other female prisoners sunbathed, strolled, and chatted in the courtyard. (However, Zhao Shi did not include these details in his confession.)
...From the casual conversations of those so-called instructors, I learned that Wang Xin was no easy woman to deal with. She was quick-witted, and whenever an instructor went to "teach the students," she would deliberately pretend not to understand and ask questions. But while the instructors were smug about someone showing interest in their lectures, she relentlessly pressed them, forcing them to reveal their inconsistencies and contradictions, causing the other students to burst into laughter, while the instructors were utterly embarrassed and wished they could disappear into the ground. The director of academic affairs, Huang Maochang, suffered greatly from her. Every time he returned from "teaching," he would curse the woman who had embarrassed him with the most vulgar language in front of Dean Liu Kehui. I was the dean's secretary, so I was always present when Huang Maochang complained to Liu Kehui.
...In the blink of an eye, Wang Xin had been detained in the training institute for over a year. During this time, four "students" "graduated," and seven or eight "dropped out," but there was no progress in reforming her, making me feel that her day of "dropping out" was not far off.
...In my mind, Dean Liu Kehui was a rough and unrefined man, but also a very self-disciplined one, while the Director of Academic Affairs, Huang Maochang, was an extremely cunning and treacherous person with a head full of evil schemes. However, they were both kind to me at the time, so I always considered them my good superiors. But I never imagined that these two seemingly respectable and morally upright people would do such a thing.
...That day, Huang Maochang embarrassed himself in front of the "students" again. As usual, he cursed Liu Kehui, and then the two of them went into Liu Kehui's office and plotted for over an hour. Then, Liu Kehui ordered the head of the living quarters (actually the head guard) to take Wang Xin to the "White House."
...The "White House" was a separate building made of white stone, about half a mile from the teaching institute. It had two courtyards. Liu Kehui lived in the large suite in the center of the north building, Huang Maochang lived in the large room on the west side of the north building, and I and several of Liu Kehui's personal guards lived in the side rooms. There was another backyard with only two small rooms, which served as temporary detention for students about to "drop out." Sometimes, so-called "graduation" ceremonies were held here, which meant executions were carried out directly here.
...When I heard that Wang Xin was to be taken to the "White House," I knew her days were numbered. Although, based on her behavior, this was probably inevitable, I still felt very sorry for such a beautiful woman who was heading towards the end of her life in the prime of her life.
...That afternoon, Huang Kehui sent a car and asked me to go to the city to buy film, photographic paper, and developing solution. I guessed it was for taking photos for filing when Wang Xin was executed, but I didn't know why Huang Kehui wanted so much prepared.
...After work that evening, I went to the backyard to see Wang Xin. Although my position at the training institute wasn't high, all official documents passed through my hands, so there were no secrets for me. Therefore, the sentries never stopped me from going anywhere.
...I peered through the surveillance hole in the small room and saw Wang Xin combing her hair with a broken wooden comb under the dim light. Because it was a "re-education institute" with tight security, the inmates usually didn't wear shackles. However, things were different when they were sent to the "White House." Wang Xin had iron shackles on her wrists and ankles, connected by a thin iron chain. Perhaps the guards had given her four small pieces of tattered cloth to pad the shackles and prevent chafing. As she combed her long, black hair, the chain connecting the shackles made a soft clattering sound. She sat calmly on the floor like a princess, her face showing no difference from usual. It seemed that death was no different for her than a long journey. I had seen such composure on the faces of other prisoners before, but those were all men. Seeing it on a woman's face was quite unusual.
...Generally, prisoners locked up here either hang themselves from the big tree in the yard after dinner that evening, or suffocate by being drowned upside down in the large water vat in the yard, or are taken to the ditch behind the mountain and shot the next morning. But the next morning, Liu Kehui and Huang Maochang went to work as usual, as if nothing had happened. I wondered what they were up to. When we got to the office, Liu Kehui asked me when would be the best time to take pictures. I said anywhere from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. was fine.
...Liu Kehui always took his afternoon nap in bed, so every noon we went back to the "White House." This time, when we finished work at noon, he told me to take the photographic equipment I had prepared the day before. I sensed he was planning to kill someone that afternoon.
...After the afternoon nap, Liu Kehui and Huang Maochang called me to the backyard and had the four guards bring Wang Xin to the yard.
...Seeing us, she sensed something too, and a faint, cold smile appeared on her face.
"Wang Xin, do you know why we locked you up here?" Huang Maochang asked her.
"...What can you do? You've run out of tricks, you're going to kill people, aren't you?" she asked with a hint of mockery, a victor's air of pride evident in her words.
"...Death? That's too easy?" Huang Maochang said, "You ungrateful woman, you resisted reformation, slandered the president, the party and the state, and the instructors in front of the trainees. You think death will end it all?" Thinking of how she had publicly humiliated him, Huang Maochang showed barely suppressed anger.
"...Then what else do you want? Don't forget, I've experienced all your eighteen kinds of torture," she scoffed, looking at him defiantly. "Eighteen kinds of torture" referred to various forms of cruelty.
"...I'll make you expose all the ugliness of women in the world!" he roared.
"...You dare!" She stopped laughing, as if sensing something, her handcuffed hands instinctively reaching to her chest.
(III)
... "You're in our hands now, like a little bitch in a cage. I can do whatever I want with you, what's there to be afraid of?" Huang Maochang roared.
... "You bastard!" she cursed angrily, but her eyes were fixed on Liu Kehui, as if she really hoped he would stop Huang Maochang. Liu Kehui stepped forward: "Director Huang, don't get angry, calm down. Captain Wang is a young man, and it's normal for him to be stubborn. When I was a regimental commander, I liked soldiers with such strong personalities!"
... He continued, "Captain Wang, we brought you here to talk to you privately. You should understand the current situation; going against the government will not end well. We just want to advise you not to be so obstinate anymore, to cooperate with the government, and you will still have a bright future. Haven't you seen so many trainees who have graduated? They are living freely outside, isn't that great? Why make things difficult for yourself?"
... "Cooperate with you reactionaries? Don't even think about it!"
... "Then I have no other choice. Whatever Director Huang wants to do, I can only turn a blind eye."
... "You bunch of beasts! I won't let you succeed." Wang Xin understood that Liu Kehui and Huang Maochang were in cahoots and wouldn't let her off easily. Turning her head, she saw a large blue stone platform by the courtyard wall and rushed towards it.
... The four guards were prepared and immediately grabbed her, dragging her to the ground. One of the guards grabbed the iron chain connecting her handcuffs and shackles and lifted her up, so that her hands and feet were raised in the air. Although she struggled fiercely, it was to no avail.
"...Get her onto the platform. Secretary Zhao, get the camera ready," Liu Kehui said. "We'll take off Captain Wang's clothes one by one, one photo for each piece. If she doesn't cooperate, we'll keep stripping her naked. If she still doesn't cooperate, we'll publish her naked photos in the newspaper so everyone can see our Captain Wang's backside. Want to die? Not so easy. Let me tell you, if you don't cooperate, you'll die sooner or later. But before you die, I'll make sure you disgrace your family for three generations!"
...The stone platform was set up for executing prisoners in the courtyard. It had a brick base and a single slab of bluestone, about five feet long and one and a half feet wide, roughly the size of a large table. Four guards grabbed Wang Xin's hands and feet, lifted her up, and placed her face up on the platform. Wang Xin resisted desperately, refusing to be easily humiliated, but they still stripped her naked and made me take many photos of her. During this time, Wang Xin kept cursing, calling Liu Kehui and Huang Maochang inhuman…
…
In fact, Wang Xin screamed and cursed as she was carried onto the stone platform, her body curled up tightly. That was the first time Zhao Shi had heard this strong woman scream like that, and the first time he had seen fear in her eyes—the kind of fear only a chaste and virtuous woman would feel when facing the greatest humiliation. For a woman like Wang Xin, what punishment could be more terrible than being violated? But Zhao Shi knew what people wanted to hear and what they didn't want to hear, so he portrayed Wang Xin as an ethereal goddess. The more heroic and heroic Wang Xin's image was, the more vague and simple her humiliation was made to be, the easier it would be for people to accept, and the greater the possibility of a reduced sentence for him.
Zhao Shi put down his pen, stretched his wrists, took a sip of water, and then returned to his bunk to rest after writing for so long. His mind, however, remained fixed on that cruel moment.
Liu Kehui and Huang Maochang stood on either side of the stone platform, tearing at Wang Xin's shirt. Wang Xin curled herself up tightly, their hands unable to reach her chest. Suddenly, Huang Maochang moved his hand behind her curled thighs, groping her buttocks that protruded from her curled position. Wang Xin quickly straightened her legs to prevent further assault, while Huang Maochang seized the opportunity to slip his hand between her thighs from the front.
Wang Xin placed her tightly clasped hands between her legs, fiercely protecting her virginity. She used all her strength to defend herself, no longer having the energy to curse, only letting out a wild, animalistic roar. She was incredibly strong; neither Liu Kehui nor Huang Maochang could penetrate her vital parts.
"Damn it, what are you standing there for? Pull her hands off!" Liu Kehui ordered the four guards standing to one side.
The guards unlocked the thin iron chain connecting the shackles, then two grabbed her hands and two grabbed her feet, separating Wang Xin's hands and feet, leaving her lying stiffly on the stone platform, her front completely unprotected.
Wang Xin was still struggling, her slender body twisting and turning, her eyes beginning to well up with desperate tears. Zhao Shi knew that undressing such a woman for photos was more terrifying than killing her. Looking at her pitiful face, Zhao Shi felt a pang of pity, yet also a strange kind of expectation. Huang
Maochang's hand reached for Wang Xin's full breasts again, and completely defenseless, she finally let out another terrified scream.
Huang Maochang's hand suddenly stopped just millimeters away from those two round, plump mounds of flesh: "How about that? Scared now? You'd better cooperate with us."
Wang Xin stopped screaming and struggling, standing there stunned for several minutes. Whether it was me, Liu Kehui, or Huang Maochang, we all sensed she was about to give in, but she ultimately shook her head, gritted her teeth, and said, "No!" Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Huang Maochang unbuttoned the first button of Wang Xin's clothes, then the second, then the third. Wang Xin continued to struggle, sobbing softly, but no longer screaming.
The top was pulled open, revealing a small white undershirt. Seeing the patch of snow-white skin on the girl's abdomen, Zhao Shi, seeing a woman's body for the first time, felt a tightness in his lower body. He quickly took a deep breath, raised his camera, and snapped a picture.
Huang Maochang continued to unbutton the undershirt, unbuttoning it completely, leaving only one button at the fullest part of her chest. A round, soft mound of flesh was faintly visible through the ripped fabric.
"Have you thought it through?" he asked, while two fingers pinched the last button.
She didn't speak, only shook her head violently, sobbing.
Huang Maochang's fingers twirled, and the folds of sweat that tightly clung to her chest snapped open with a "snap," revealing two bright red nipples that sprang out from under her clothes.
Zhao Shi felt an uncomfortable swelling within him and struggled to control himself. His camera kept clicking. Wang Xin forcefully turned her head to the other side, not wanting her face to appear in the lens, but Huang Maochang grabbed her hair and forced her face back.
It was Liu Kehui's turn. He ordered the guards holding her lower body to remove her shoes and socks, revealing her thin feet. Then he loosened her belt, and the courtyard was filled with the heavy breathing of men. Liu Kehui slowly pulled down the girl's pants. Zhao Shi saw the girl's navel exposed, followed by the angles of her two high hip bones. Her flat abdomen extended downwards from between her hip bones, and her groin met sharply at the middle until a few coarse black hairs appeared.
The girl cried even harder, sobbing violently, her body heaving.
Liu Kehui ordered the guards holding her feet to lift her lower body off the stone platform. While pulling her pants down from under her, he continued to pressure her: "Have you thought it through? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Once that hairy part is exposed, it will be too late to regret it."
Her snow-white buttocks were completely exposed from below, but the waistband of her pants was still hanging on her private parts. She continued to shake her head violently, sobbing loudly.
Hearing the cries, Zhao Shi felt both pity for her and anger at her refusal to cooperate. At the same time, he secretly hoped she would continue to resist, because he desperately wanted to see her private parts.
"It's not that I didn't give you a chance, you asked for it!" Liu Kehui said.
Zhao Shi had followed Liu Kehui for several years. Although Liu Kehui was promiscuous, had several beautiful concubines, and maintained a respectable reputation despite his extramarital affairs, he never defiled any attractive female guerrillas or PLA soldiers he captured during battles. He would order them beaten, shot, or beheaded, but he never violated them. Therefore, although Zhao Shi knew Huang Maochang was a pure pervert, he was willing to believe that Liu Kehui hadn't actually done anything wrong, but had only acted because circumstances had forced him to.
(IV)
Liu Kehui finally pulled Wang Xin's pants down to her shackled calves. Zhao Shi saw two straight, slender legs, and a thick patch of dark hair growing from her white abdomen.
"Don't blame me for this," Liu Kehui said helplessly.
"Secretary Zhao, quick, quick!" Huang Maochang excitedly pulled Zhao Shi back to his original position. From here, they could see more clearly a tightly closed slit of flesh visible through the girl's dark hair.
Zhao Shi had already felt himself losing control. He mechanically took a bunch of pictures of the naked girl, not even knowing how he pressed the shutter.
Under Huang Maochang's orders, the guards raised Wang Xin's legs and bent them, pressing her thighs towards her chest, exposing her snow-white buttocks. Her anus was tightly contracted, forming a deep, round hollow. Huang Maochang personally grabbed the girl's knees and forcefully spread them apart, completely exposing her genitals.
Zhao Shi never imagined a woman would be photographed in such an obscene pose; even a prostitute would never agree to be photographed like this, let alone that such photos would be taken by his own hands. He just kept rolling the film, pressing the shutter, changing angles, rolling the film, pressing the shutter, changing angles… When he developed the photos that night, he even doubted whether he had actually photographed anything at all.
Director Wang of the Xincheng Public Security Bureau, who was directly in charge of Zhao Shi's case, looked at Zhao Shi's confession materials, his lips trembling slightly.
"What beasts!"
… The next morning, Liu Kehui and Huang Maochang took the photos to Wang Xin, threatening that if she didn't cooperate, they would show them to her parents and publish them in the newspaper. Wang Xin cursed them but refused to cooperate, so they raped her. Moreover, from then on, they raped her many more times until they murdered her; she never yielded.
Fearing Wang Xin might commit suicide, after taking the photos, they chained her to the bed with thin iron chains until the next morning when they continued to humiliate her. For a long time afterward, she remained chained to the bed, even having guards help her with urination and defecation.
When Wang Xin saw the photos, her face flushed red. Hearing that the photos would be given to her parents, she cried, cursing Liu Kehui and his ilk as fascists, scoundrels, beasts, and… in short, she used every vile and disgusting thing she could think of on them. But she ultimately refused to yield, saying she would rather endure all the suffering in the world than change her faith.
Liu Kehui and Huang Maochang had already conspired, so they had the guards drag Wang Xin to the courtyard again. This time, when they stripped her naked, she did not resist, but simply stared quietly at the wall (Zhao Shi did not mention that she was teary-eyed at that moment).
...Huang Maochang desperately wanted Wang Xin's virginity, but in front of his superior, he couldn't possibly take the initiative. So he strongly urged Liu Kehui to rape Wang Xin. Liu Kehui finally agreed. He ordered the guards to unlock Wang Xin's shackles and tie her to the stone platform in a "人" (human) shape with rope, then told us all to leave.
...We stood outside the courtyard gate, listening to Liu Kehui continue to persuade her to surrender, but we never heard a reply from Wang Xin. Liu Kehui's tone grew increasingly harsh and violent, until finally he fell silent.
...Huang Maochang vulgarly made a circle with his index fingers and thumbs, while simultaneously sticking his middle finger out from under the circle, laughing at me and the four guards. The four guards seemed to understand his meaning and also laughed vulgarly.
...About half an hour later, Liu Kehui came out, glanced at us, nodded slightly, and walked towards his house. I wanted to follow, but he turned back and said to me, "You go too," and went back alone.
...Back in the courtyard, Huang Maochang and the four guards took turns raping Wang Xin, and he made me film each scene of them penetrating her.
...
When Zhao Shi followed Huang Maochang back into the courtyard, Wang Xin was still crying and sobbing, but she was much calmer. Besides her original determination, her eyes held a deeper, more profound light.
Her genitals were open as they had left, but her sparsely haired labia were wet with fluid. A streak of bright red blood flowed from the back of her tightly closed labia, mixing with the fluid in her perineum, flowing between her white buttocks, and landing on the stone slab.
Huang Maochang told Zhao Shi to take pictures of her genitals, then he played with her breasts and genitals, emitting lewd laughter.
He had her legs untied, climbed onto the stone platform, knelt facing her, and pushed her knees towards her chest with one hand, spreading them apart so that her tightly closed labia would split open, revealing her labia minora and long vulva.
He had the guards hold Wang Xin's legs in this manner, while he spread her labia minora, making her vulva a round opening, and then lewdly told Zhao Shi to take pictures of her. Finally, he unzipped his pants, took out his erect penis, and, while sticking his buttocks out, thrust his penis into Wang Xin's vagina, telling Zhao Shi to take pictures of the process one by one. Of course, he didn't let Zhao Shi take pictures of his own face. After inserting
it, Huang Maochang bent down, reached between the girl's legs and pressed his hands against the stone platform on either side of her chest, took one of the girl's nipples in his mouth, and then thrust his buttocks out repeatedly, making a "slap slap" sound as Wang Xin's buttocks were hit, and her whole body trembled.
The girl gently bit her lip with her pearly teeth, letting the glistening tears stream down her face and onto the stone platform. She may have been prepared to sacrifice herself, but she never considered how tragic and shameful a woman's true sacrifice could be.
"Why did you keep these photos and negatives?" Director Wang asked, a tear glistening in his eyes as he looked at Zhao Shi's materials.
"Well... you know, I'm a photographer, and I keep a copy of every photo I take." Of course, he wouldn't reveal the real reason he kept these photos. In fact, in that era, even prostitutes would never have such explicit pornographic photos taken, so it's not surprising that he kept these photos to satisfy his own desires.
"What were these photos used for later?"
"Liu Kehui said he would give these photos to Wang Xin's parents, but it was just to scare her. Wang Xin's arrest was kept secret, and it was impossible to publish these photos in the newspapers. Otherwise, it would cause a huge uproar, and the Democrats would be furious, and the Americans would lose face. However, Huang Maochang picked out some particularly explicit and vulgar photos from me and had me print many sets. He kept one set for himself, gave one set to Liu Kehui, and distributed the rest to the guards at the correctional facility, saying they were working hard and needed some relaxation."
"What role did you play?"
"I was just taking photos under orders; I didn't do anything else!"
"Really?" Director Wang looked sternly at Zhao Shi: "You know the policy!"
"Yes, yes, I know the policy. I really didn't do anything!"
"Go back and think about it carefully. You need to explain yourself clearly. If you don't, and we find out later, you know the consequences!"
"Yes, yes, I understand, I understand."
(V)
Zhao Shi returned to his cell, picked up his pen again, stared blankly at the opposite wall, but couldn't write a single word.
That day, when Wang Xin was gang-raped, Huang Maochang had also invited Zhao Shi to participate. Although Zhao Shi desperately wanted to, and his lower body was painfully hard, he didn't agree. After all, he was a well-educated man; how could he possibly do something like that? However, he was, after all, a young man full of vigor, and the lewd scenes and sounds deeply stimulated his brain, so much so that he tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep well. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the beautiful girl's naked body. He didn't know how many times he ejaculated that night.
Wang Xin had completely calmed down by the next morning and hadn't shed a single tear since.
Every few days, Huang Maochang would lead the guards to the backyard to gang-rape Wang Xin, and almost every time he would have Zhao Shi take pictures. Wang Xin stopped resisting and shouting, simply letting her body tremble like a wooden doll. Seeing that she seemed indifferent, the guards relaxed their guard, no longer binding her to the bed at night, but keeping her handcuffed day and night. It was summer, so for convenience, they simply stopped giving her clothes, leaving her completely naked 24 hours a day, wearing only cloth slippers. Later, to reward the guards in the compound, Huang Maochang arranged shifts for them to take turns coming to the "White House" to "enjoy the feast." Day after day,
Zhao Shi, unable to bear the stimulation any longer, began to casually peek into the backyard, glancing at Wang Xin, naked and out for exercise. Later, he used the excuse that Director Huang wanted photos to get the guards to open the gate so he could go in and take pictures of Wang Xin while she was out for exercise. Wang Xin's most intimate parts had been photographed countless times, many of them taken during her rape. She was already used to being naked in front of the camera lens, strolling around as if Zhao Shi didn't exist. Her
white body walked past Zhao Shi again and again, her swaying waist, her round, pert buttocks, her flowing curves, her trembling breasts, and the repeated provocations from the two guards on duty beside him constantly assaulting Zhao Shi's senses.
"This… is it alright?" he finally couldn't help but ask the guards beside him.
"What's wrong with it? The director and the head of the department have both done it; you're probably the only virgin left in the whole hospital. What, you really want to save your first time for your new wife? Let me tell you, practice here, and when you marry your new wife, she'll be thinking of you every night." The two guards encouraged him with smiles.
Zhao Shi finally took his first sinful step. He handed the camera to the guard and stopped Wang Xin, who had just approached.
Wang Xin seemed to have anticipated the outcome, so she showed no surprise whatsoever. She simply stopped calmly, staring at the courtyard wall ahead, offering no response.
Zhao Shi reached out and, for the first time in his life, grasped a young woman's breast. They were two firm, full, and heavy breasts, smooth, white, and soft—a softness that took Zhao Shi's breath away.
He felt his desire rising, his breathing becoming rapid, and he gradually began to lose himself.
Zhao Shi ran his hand through the tuft of black hair below Wang Xin's abdomen, then couldn't help but pull her into his arms. Wang Xin's hands were cuffed behind her back. She couldn't resist, nor did she need to. What she had to lose was lost, and what she shouldn't lose, no one could take away.
Zhao Shi slipped his hands under her cuffed arms, holding her slender waist, sliding them up and down, caressing the woman's smooth buttocks. He pressed his hands against her full, rounded muscles and pulled her body tightly into his arms. He felt her soft, faintly fragrant flesh pressed against him, the small mound of her lower abdomen pressing firmly against his hard penis. He rubbed against her body forcefully, feeling himself going mad.
He pushed her onto the stone platform, spreading her legs like a frog. He carefully examined her genitals for a while, then pulled her lower body forward and thrust himself inside. She didn't react at all; even her breathing was calm and even. Apart from the warmth he could feel from her narrow vagina, she was like a dead woman. Zhao Shi was experiencing this for the first time and couldn't understand the sense of defeat that comes with a woman's lack of response. He just kept thrusting and thrusting, indulging in his bestial desires.
From then on, Zhao Shi, like the other guards, frequently went to the backyard to vent his sexual desires. What Zhao Shi was most interested in about Wang Xin were her two straight, long legs, soft, jade-like feet, and beautiful curves of her buttocks. Every time he raped her, he would take turns holding her legs in front of him, licking from her toes to her buttocks.
Wang Xin always treated these beasts with the same indifference; she didn't even bother to curse them.
Zhao Shi was a sensible man; he understood everything, not only the policies but also the feelings people had for a heroine like Wang Xin.
Zhao Shi hadn't personally beaten or killed anyone in the correctional facility, nor could he directly order the punishment of any prisoner. Therefore, he could recount all the atrocities committed in the correctional facility in detail, except for one thing he could never admit to: rape. In the minds of the Chinese people, rape was a serious crime, almost as serious as murder, and participating in the rape of a female martyr as well-known in Xincheng was enough to get him punished severely.
Zhao Shi spent an entire night in his cell thinking, and finally decided to keep his rape a secret and never confess. The police of the new China were not the Kuomintang puppet police; they couldn't use torture to extract confessions, and if he didn't confess, they wouldn't find any other evidence.
"And what about the other female comrades?" Although he remained suspicious, Director Wang still couldn't get Zhao Shi to admit his crime. However, the entire training institute's humiliation of this female martyr wouldn't change because of the actions of a minor figure, so he continued to press him.
"That was about two months after Wang Xin started being gang-raped. During that time, she was treated like a prostitute, being raped almost every day. Because there were dozens of guards in the correctional facility, even if four or five people went together every day, it would take a long time for them to take turns. Everyone was getting impatient, so Huang Maochang thought of Wang Jin again.
"Wang Jin's father was a city councilor. She was secretly arrested while leading the student movement. Although she never confessed, we all knew that she had close ties with the Communist Party, and she might even be a Communist herself. She arrived more than half a year later than Wang Xin and also suffered extremely severe torture. I heard that it was Kuomintang agents who were in charge of the interrogation. They stripped her naked and whipped her genitals with a rattan cane there, but she refused to confess. The Kuomintang couldn't get evidence to prosecute her, and they couldn't release her either, so they had no choice but to send her to the correctional facility."
"Huang Maochang originally intended to first use soft tactics to win over Wang Jin and then try to persuade her to defect to the government. However, Wang Jin was very shrewd. She pretended to be pitiful on the surface, but in reality, she was unmoved by either soft or hard tactics. All the offensives he launched against her were cleverly deflected. Therefore, Huang Maochang felt that there was no hope of persuading her to betray
him. So, he planned to kill her, like Wang Xin, and use her as a reward for his subordinates as a prostitute. "The prisoners in the training institute all knew that it was easy to get in, but not easy to get out. The only options were betrayal or death. After we took Wang Xin away from the compound, the prisoners all thought she had been killed. So when Wang Jin saw Wang Xin still alive, she thought she had already betrayed him. She mocked and cursed her, saying: 'You think you can get benefits by betraying the revolution? In the end, you'll still be begging for mercy in front of the enemy like a dog with an otter coat, unable to even keep the most basic dignity of a woman. What's the point of living?'" "Wang Xin almost cried. Later, Wang Jin understood everything and cried with regret. Wang Xin then tried to comfort her.
Seeing that Wang Jin refused to cooperate, Huang Maochang ordered his men to rape Wang Xin in front of her. Wang Xin lay quietly on the stone platform in the courtyard, silent and motionless, letting them do as they pleased, only looking at Wang Jin with her eyes. From that look, I could see the meaning—a confession, a vow. I knew this would have a significant impact on Wang Jin. Sure enough, when they finished raping Wang Xin and dragged Wang Jin to the stone platform, Wang Jin also remained silent and motionless, looking at Wang Xin with the same eyes. From the moment they began stripping her clothes until the gang rape ended, she didn't shed a single tear.
However, when we went back the next day, we saw Wang Jin leaning against Wang Xin, her eyes swollen like peaches. We knew she had secretly cried that night."
"What about the others?" "
(vi)
"The girl named Huang Peiyu was the last student accepted by the training institute. When she was sent to the training institute, it was not long before the People's Liberation Army attacked. She was arrested for posting leaflets on the street. At that time, because of the war, people were panicked and had no time to care about such a trivial matter as posting leaflets. So she was interrogated twice in the detention center and then sent here directly. She did not suffer too much torture, but her face was swollen from being beaten. It was fine after a few days.
"Not long after the girl was brought in, the situation deteriorated rapidly. The higher-ups issued several orders, instructing Liu Kehui to prepare a special contingency plan."
"What special contingency plan?"
"It was to prepare for the evacuation of Xincheng. Before the evacuation, all the prisoners in the training institute had to be eliminated; not a single talent could be left for the Communists."
"Go on."
"At that time, it was about two weeks before the evacuation. A secret letter arrived, promoting Liu Kehui to major general and instructing him to implement the special contingency plan: disband the training institute, return to the army as a brigade commander, and have all the guards of the training institute return to the army. So, Liu Kehui recruited Huang Maochang and the warden Wang Zhiwu to begin implementing the special contingency plan."
"How was the special contingency plan implemented?"
"First, several particularly important prisoners, such as Huang Peiran, the former underground party secretary of Xincheng, and Xie Feiyun, the work committee secretary, along with several others who could be confirmed as Communist Party members—a total of seven people—were taken out under the pretext of relocation. They were shackled, transported by car, and shot in a ravine three kilometers from the training institute."
"Were you present when the killings happened?"
"Yes, I was in charge of taking photos."
"How did it go about it?"
"First, we pulled someone off the car, broke their shackles, then tied them up with rope. We stuck a cardboard sign with their name on it behind their back. I took a photo of them first, then we took them to the edge of a large pit, shot them in the back of the head, and they fell heavily to the ground like a sack of potatoes, motionless. The guards turned them over so they were lying on their backs, I took another photo, and then we threw them into the pit. After we finished killing them, we poured gasoline into the pit and burned them until only charred remains. Then we buried them with soil, and that was it." "
What about the others?"
"The next day, we killed nine more men, leaving only the five female prisoners who were in custody at the time. On the third day, when we were preparing to kill the five female prisoners, Huang Maochang ordered that a young female worker and the newly arrived female student be kept behind."
"Why?"
"Because the other three female prisoners were all older and not very attractive, the factory worker was very young, and the female student was very pretty, Huang Kehui wanted to spare her along with Wang Xin and Wang Jin to be executed. However, Huang Maochang didn't let the three female prisoners go either. Before shooting them, he ordered them all to be stripped naked and a tree branch inserted into each of their vaginas. The female prisoners were so angry that they cursed loudly, so Huang Maochang ordered people to shove the tree branches into their mouths, knocking out their teeth and causing their mouths to bleed profusely."
"Bastard!" Director Wang cursed angrily, pacing back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back.
After a long pause, Director Wang sat back down at his desk, took a sip of water, and continued his questioning:
"Were the remains of the latter two groups also cremated?" "
Yes, they were.
" "And then what happened?"
"Later, Wang Xin and Wang Jin were taken from the 'White House' back to the correctional facility. Since there were only four female prisoners left, there was nothing to keep secret, so the executions were carried out in the courtyard of the correctional facility."
"How were they murdered?"
"That day, after Wang Xin and Wang Jin were brought back, they stood in the courtyard. Then, the female worker and the female student were called out of their cells. When the two girls saw that Wang Xin and Wang Jin were completely naked, they screamed in terror and refused to leave. They had to be dragged into the courtyard by two strong guards. Because Liu Kehui had to be present every time someone committed a murder, Huang Maochang ordered Liu Kehui to rape the female student first. Liu Kehui, mindful of his position, told Huang Maochang, 'You two do it yourselves, call me when you're done,' and went back to his office first. So Huang Maochang raped the female student first, and then the head guard, Wang Zhiwu, raped the female worker. The two girls initially cried and cursed, refusing to be humiliated. Wang Xin and Wang Jin also cursed, saying, 'Are you even human? Don't you have sisters? Don't you have daughters? If you have the guts, come at me! What kind of guts are you to bully a teenager?'" "
And then?"
"Huang Maochang ordered the guards present to rape Wang Xin and Wang Jin. The four female prisoners lay naked on the stone slabs in the courtyard, and were gang-raped together."
"Were you there?"
"Yes, Huang Maochang still made me take pictures, of every woman, especially the female student."
"How did the female worker and the female student behave?"
"At first, they cried and resisted desperately, but after seeing Wang Xin and Wang Jin set an example for them, they gradually stopped struggling. They just kept cursing 'hooligans, reactionaries,' but showed no sign of weakness." "
And then what?"
"Later, Huang Maochang ordered his men to tie up the four women with ropes, take photos first, and then strangle them one by one. They all shouted slogans before they died. Huang Maochang hated Wang Xin the most, so when he killed her, he deliberately didn't finish her in one go, taking almost an hour to kill her. After photographing the bodies, Huang Maochang ordered all the wooden furniture in the cells to be smashed into firewood and thrown into the women's cell. The four female prisoners' bodies were dragged inside, and then they were burned.
" "Write down everything you've confessed."
"Yes."
(VII)
Zhao Shi lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in the darkness, the horrific scene flashing before his eyes.
Four young women, handcuffed and naked, were pinned to the ground in the courtyard by a group of guards, mercilessly trampled upon, sweat, semen, and virgin blood flowing across their pristine bodies.
The raped women lay face down on the ground, the men lewdly caressing their white buttocks, spreading their legs so Zhao Shi could take pictures. Their hands were behind their backs, the cold handcuffs restricting their ability to resist.
One man first mounted the longest, most beautiful body, sitting on her full buttocks, and then bound her with a long rope. She was handcuffed behind her back; one man was enough to subdue her. The rope draped over her shoulders from behind, passed under her armpits, wrapped around her two soft arms, and then tied a knot behind her back, securing it to her neck. Only then were her handcuffs removed. Because her upper arms were restricted, she could not do anything, nor did she intend to do anything. Her two slender arms, like fresh lotus roots, were crossed horizontally and tied tightly together with rope.
A death warrant was inserted under the rope behind her back, and then the man stood up, a clear and familiar "click" sounding from behind her.
The second and third young girls were also bound in the same way, their beautiful naked backs photographed.
The girls were dragged to a screen wall inscribed with "Propriety, Righteousness, Integrity, and Shame." They stood side by side, and Zhao Shi took photos of their front, side, and back, writing startling annotations for the four characters on the screen wall.
Four completely naked girls appearing in the same photograph was something he had never imagined before.
Wang Xin was already four months pregnant; her once flat stomach was now slightly protruding. Wang Jin had not menstruated for two months; the continuous gang rapes had planted the seeds of evil in their bodies.
Huang Maochang was a ruthless killer. During his time at the academy, he had used various methods to make students "drop out," and for young women, his favorite method was hanging them. Or strangle them. Zhao Shi knew that Huang Maochang liked to do this because suffocating female prisoners would struggle desperately, and those wildly kicking legs and forcefully twisting hips were exactly what Huang Maochang wanted to see. More importantly, Huang Maochang liked the soaked pants of the female prisoners after they died, and he liked to see incontinent urine dripping from their feet.
The youngest, Huang Peiyu, was the first to be executed. The guards dragged her to the middle of the courtyard, made her lie on her back, spread her two thin, jade-like legs, and ordered Zhao Shi to take pictures of her genitals. She... She instinctively tried to close her legs, but the guard separated them again. She was barely developed; her breasts were still just small, pointed cones, her pelvis wasn't fully open, and only sparse black hair grew on her pubic bone. But her thick labia were already covered in wet stains, and virgin blood mixed with the fluids flowed down her snow-white buttocks.
A strong, hairy guard was in charge of the execution. This was the third time Zhao Shi had seen him strangle a woman, though the previous two had been female prisoners in their thirties, and... He was still dressed. He straddled Huang Peiyu's stomach, pressing the girl down until she let out a soft moan, then he reached for her long neck. The girl shook her head violently, managing to utter a single word, "Gong..." before he could choke her, the sound abruptly cut off.
The girl's head began to slowly and laboriously twist, her fair, oval face flushing crimson, veins bulging on her temples. A gurgling sound came from her throat, and her slender legs began to kick alternately on the ground, her narrow pelvis... She tried to thrust upwards and twist to the side, attempting to throw the man on top of her to the ground, but she was too weak, and he was too heavy, remaining motionless on her.
The movements of her legs grew increasingly violent, sometimes kicking wildly, sometimes curling up and striking the murderer's back, but nothing could relieve her dying agony. Huang Maochang stood behind Huang Peiyu, lecherously watching her lower body make various inconceivable erotic movements as she struggled, while constantly directing Zhao Shi: "Shoot this one, this one!" "
The girl's struggles entered their final stage, growing weak and feeble, her slow movements tinged with intense trembling, until only trembling remained. A stream of clear urine quietly spurted from between her labia, followed by a stream of greenish-yellow feces slowly squeezing from her anus. Zhao Shi knew she had reached her final moment. Sure enough, with two sudden, intense tremors, Huang Peiyu's curled-up legs stretched out, one leg straightening, but the other limply stopped midway, the knee falling to the side, and she remained motionless.
The executioner lingered for a long time, until he was certain the girl was completely dead, before slowly standing up.
The second one killed was that second..." The sixteen-year-old female worker was dragged over and forced to lie down next to Huang Peiyu's corpse. Knowing her time had come, she seized the opportunity to shout slogans before being dragged over. Wang Xin and Wang Jin, watching their two fellow sufferers from afar under the screen wall, softly sang "The Internationale."
Then, Wang Jin, too, was strangled to death in an uncontrollable struggle of lust.
When it was Wang Xin's turn, seeing the three fellow sufferers struggling and their incontinence, Wang Xin asked to relieve herself before the torture. Huang Maochang leered and refused. She then asked to have her feet tied, which Huang Maochang also refused.
Before killing Wang Xin, Huang Maochang first fondled her naked body again, then squatted beside her legs and hoisted one of her legs onto his shoulder. They inserted their fingers into her vagina, leaving her to struggle with only her other free leg.
At Huang Maochang's behest, the executioner strangled Wang Xin five times. Each time, Wang Xin was conscious at the beginning, struggling to resist the urge to suffocate, but eventually she lost consciousness, and her legs began to kick uncontrollably.
Seeing Wang Xin's legs weaken, Huang Maochang quickly stopped them, and then they began to pull her legs, bending her body like a wheelbarrow, until she regained consciousness, then suffocated her again.
Wang Xin also lost control of her bladder before dying. Huang Maochang grabbed Wang Xin's dead feet by the ankles and lifted them upwards, showing the guards her filthy state.
The four girls' bodies were laid out in a heap, legs spread apart, for Zhao Shi to photograph. After
Liu Kehui examined the four naked female corpses, they were thrown into the women's prison, which was already filled with smashed tables, chairs, and wooden beds. The four naked girls' bodies were limp, like noodles, swaying in the guards' hands. Their white, jade-like bodies were thrown onto a pile of firewood, sharp pieces of wood piercing their bodies and coming out the other side with their soft intestines.
Gasoline was poured on their white bodies, and the flames quickly engulfed them.
Zhao Shi and the other guards followed Liu Kehui back to the army. Huang Maochang, who had originally been sent to the training institute by the Military Intelligence Bureau, was now also Liu Kehui's senior advisor.
"Where did all of you go after that?" Director Wang asked.
"We fought several battles with the People's Liberation Army later, losing one battle after another, retreating a section after each defeat, all the way to western Hunan. Most of the people from the original training academy were killed along the way, and two or three went missing during the retreat. By the time we reached Hunan, only Huang Maochang, Liu Kehui, and I remained from the original training academy. That day, I was ordered to deliver a message to the division headquarters, and when I returned, the brigade headquarters was gone. A PLA howitzer shell hit the brigade command post, instantly blowing Liu Kehui and the entire brigade headquarters to pieces. If I hadn't been outside at the time, I would have been killed inside too."
"Did Huang Maochang die too?"
"No, he was a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau, with his own small territory, constantly vying for power with Liu Kehui, so he wasn't at the brigade headquarters either." "
Then where did he go?"
"After the brigade headquarters was bombed, the entire brigade lost its command, morale collapsed, and it was unable to fight anymore. The People's Liberation Army took the opportunity to attack. Everyone saw that there was no hope, so they all took off their uniforms and scattered like birds and beasts. I also ran to the mountains to hide. After liberation, I made up a false identity and made a living by taking photos. I didn't know Huang Maochang. However, one time I ran into an acquaintance from the same brigade at the market. I learned that there were many people like me who had hidden in the same place. From him, I heard that Huang Maochang was also hiding in that area and was working as a teacher in a primary school."
Based on the clues provided by Zhao Shi, people dug up the executioner Huang Maochang, who had been hiding for many years. Although Huang Maochang identified Zhao Shi as having participated in the rape of four female martyrs, Zhao Shi refused to admit it. Because Zhao Shi had not directly participated in the beating and killing of the martyrs, and the rape charge lacked sufficient corroborating evidence, and because he had performed meritorious service, he was given a lighter sentence of five years. Huang Maochang, on the other hand, was executed by the People's Government in the same year for counter-revolutionary crimes.
Two years later, Zhao Shi encountered Director Wang of the Public Security Bureau in prison, who had been labeled a counter-revolutionary. The two adversaries from the interrogation room were now sharing a cell, both accused of counter-revolutionary crimes—a profound irony of history.
In his third year of imprisonment, Zhao Shi was diagnosed with terminal cancer. After being granted medical parole, he wrote a memoir and confession of hundreds of thousands of words on his sickbed, in which he confessed to his involvement in rape. Before his death, Zhao Shi entrusted someone to deliver his memoir and confession to Director Wang's wife.
After the Cultural Revolution, Director Wang was reinstated. Considering the noble image of the female martyrs in people's minds, he, after consulting with the municipal party committee, ordered the destruction of all photographs and negatives found in Zhao Shi's home and strict confidentiality of all files related to the victimization of Wang Xin and others. Today, in a corner of the Xincheng Archives, the files recording the martyrs' humiliation and heroism, along with Zhao Shi's manuscripts, are covered in a thick layer of dust.
Dust may forever cover archives and manuscripts, but it cannot forever erase the history that has unfolded. Director Wang is busy every day, busy tracking down every guard who once served at the training institute. He wants to find out the whereabouts of every guard who possessed photos of female martyrs and the photos they had. He wants these photos to never reappear, but he doesn't know if he can truly do it. At least, even for those confirmed dead, he cannot confirm whether the photos were buried with the bodies or taken by body collectors, and where those body collectors would put them. Director Wang doesn't know, but as long as these photos may still exist, he will continue his pursuit until he collapses from exhaustion. This is the only thing he can do to comfort the humiliated deceased.
(The End)

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