(Clearwisdom.net) I was illegally arrested by the police in April. During a twenty-four hour police interrogation, I constantly clarified the truth to them and cleared out the evil factors behind them. Although their intention was to persecute me, were they not sentient beings to be rescued? With this compassionate thought in my mind, I clarified the truth to them whenever possible, told them about the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party, and advised them to quit the CCP (Chinese Communist Party).

Failing to obtain any oral confession from me, the police sent me to a local detention center. I refused to cooperate with any of their orders including signing my name. I was also sending forth righteous thoughts non-stop during the process to eradicate all the dark minions, rotten ghosts, and the Communist evil specters in other dimensions that wanted to persecute me. I called out loud, "Falun Dafa is good" as soon as I stepped out of the police car at the detention center. I was still calling out after I stepped into the detention center. No matter who asked me to stop, I continued, refusing to cooperate with the evil. So I was taken to a cell without going through any regular procedures.

Sometimes while calling out loud, "Falun Dafa is good!" I couldn't hold back my tears as I felt Master's boundless compassion to rescue sentient beings. The heart-felt words, "Falun Dafa is good" resounded and disintegrated unrighteous factors. How could the evil stop the righteous outcry!

Tears welled up in my eyes as I walked into the cell. I was still calling out, "Falun Dafa is good," when a few inmates rushed up to me and pressed me down onto a bed. They tried to use a towel and a rope to gag and tie up my mouth. They tried hard once, then twice... But each time they failed because I used my teeth and tongue to push the towel out. Seeing that they couldn't stop me from calling out, they finally left me alone.

So I called out again and again for a while. The cell head got irritated with me. He came and chopped at my throat twice with the side of his palm. My voice immediately went hoarse, and my throat had a burning pain. But I still called out loud, "Falun Dafa is good." My voice, although hoarse, was very loud and was from the bottom of my heart. I called out with my life's strength, and no one could stop me.

Then, a guard came and asked me to go out because other detained practitioners could tell from my voice that I had been beaten and had requested him to stop the beatings. I continued calling out. The guard sent me back to the cell, and asked the inmates not to beat me again. They never beat me again. Thank you for your help, fellow practitioners.

I opened my eyes, and inmates came up to talk to me. I told them that I practiced Falun Gong and that I cried out to protest against the persecution. Then, I started to clarify the truth of Falun Dafa to them. Some said that they already knew that the "Tiananmen Self-immolation" was false and that the CCP is evil. Most of them had been arrested for getting involved in violence. I told them Falun Dafa is good, and they all understood.

I had a rest, and started to call out again. I stopped at night so that others could sleep. The inmates all understood me. Sometimes, after I called out "Falun Dafa is good", the head of the inmates would call out, "Good!" after me. He said that if I had told him earlier that I practiced Falun Gong, he wouldn't have beaten me.

The inmate head was suffering from a headache related to health problems. I told him to say, "Falun Dafa is good" to himself. That night he didn't have a headache. He believed me even more, and learned the sitting meditation from me at night. Deep into the night when others were asleep, he was still doing the meditation secretly.

Lying in bed at night, I found the reason for my arrest: My attachment of sentimentality for my wife. I looked in retrospect at every thought of mine. I had always wanted to break through this attachment. But due to my notions and excuses that I made for myself, I had not been able to achieve a good result in clarifying the truth to her. So I always kept postponing clarifying the truth to her. But those evil factors were always staring at me, enlarging my loopholes, wanting to put me to death because they really don't want me to succeed in cultivation, and intend to persecute me. While lying in bed, I recited in my mind Master's lectures and Zhuan Falun, and became more steadfast in my righteous thoughts.

The next day, when every one had gotten up I started to call out, "Falun Dafa is good" again. The head of the guards asked me to go out for a "chat." I clarified the truth of Dafa to him, and advised him to quit the CCP. He asked me not to call out, and said that I was disrupting the order from his perspective. I replied that I wasn't targeting any one person in particular: I was protesting against the persecution. I said that I could call out during the day, off and on, and try not to affect others' rest. My behavior was based on benevolence, so that he wouldn't feel unsympathetic toward me, a Dafa practitioner. Meanwhile, I needed to accomplish my goal and couldn't stop calling out. I might try my best to comply with reasonable requests, but I would continue with the calling out. Later, a guard on duty asked me to get out of the cell, and told me to stop because, "the influence wasn't good." Taking this opportunity, I clarified the truth to the guards and advised them to quit the CCP.

In the end, the detention center head said something to frighten me, but my mind was unmoved. During the process I was able to let go of another layer of attachment to self. When your heart is unmoved, no threats can frighten you.

I stopped drinking and eating from the first day I was detained. An inmate who cared about me said, "It's no use refusing food and water. What if your health suffers? You won't be able to get out (by doing this). I replied, "What they said won't count. I only follow my Master's arrangement."

During the detention I clarified the facts, spoke out about quitting the CCP and the CCP's concentration camps to every person that I ran into. The results were good for the guards and regular people alike because I had no fear, clarified the truth to the point, and didn't have any concern for side issues like I did before.

All the inmates in the cell quit the CCP. I also thought about what I should do if the evil persecuted me further. Master said,

The last hesitation in my mind was gone. My righteous thoughts became more solid, and I had clearer understandings of Fa principles. Wherever possible I called out, "Falun Dafa is good." I wished from the bottom of my heart to let sentient beings in the world and in the universe know the truth, an influence that I should have as a Dafa practitioner.

On the evening of the third day, the cell door opened, and a guard on duty asked, "Are you still going to call out?" I replied, "Yes, I am." "Come. I've found a better place for you to call out." I put on my shoes, and followed him out of the cell.

A car from my workplace was waiting for me at the entrance. Tears streamed down my face when I got in the car. Thank you, Master, for letting me go back home so that I can continue to rescue sentient beings and accomplish my sacred mission as a Dafa practitioner.