Siheyuan, my new life

When Hao Aiguo walked into the interrogation room and saw that it was Deputy Director Wang Shengli personally interrogating him, he was so frightened that his legs almost cramped. Although Hao Aiguo was just an ordinary worker in the second fitter workshop, he had a strong desire to improve himself. He paid special attention to the leaders of Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill and knew them almost by heart. Therefore, he naturally recognized Wang Shengli, the deputy director of the security department.

However, even after racking his brains, Hao Aiguo couldn't understand why he had only suggested that He Daqing and Guo Yongping help the residents of the courtyard get some cheap grain at the hospital's general meeting last night in order to get out of his predicament. Later, after being scolded by that brat surnamed Guo, a word he had seen in the newspaper, namely "sabotage element," suddenly popped into his mind, and he couldn't help but label it directly on Guo Yongping.

As for why he didn't dare to slap this big label on He Daqing, the truth is that Hao Aiguo is a coward at heart. After all, He Daqing is the director of the canteen at the training base of the security department of Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, a deputy section-level cadre. Hao Aiguo has been thinking hard for a long time, hoping that he can become a cadre one day. Therefore, he doesn't dare to offend He Daqing to the point of death, especially since He Daqing and his son are both strong and look like they are not easy to mess with. If he angers them, he might get a good beating.

The young man surnamed Guo was completely different. He also lived alone in the courtyard at number 95. Although he looked quite tall, at least over 1.75 meters, Guo Yongping was thin and skinny, with hardly any flesh on his body. Even if they fought, he would definitely be no match for him. Therefore, when the He family father and son reprimanded Hao Aiguo one after another, he could only feel helplessly furious and remain silent, after all, he couldn't beat the father and son. But the young man surnamed Guo actually dared to point his finger at him and berate him at the courtyard meeting of number 95. If Hao Aiguo still silently endured it, then who would respect him, the third uncle in charge, in the future?

So Hao Aiguo immediately started to reprimand this arrogant young man, even labeling him a troublemaker. However, the result was a huge disappointment for him. Guo Yongping was not intimidated at all, and even explained to everyone present that there was a "Family of Glory" sign hanging on his door. At that moment, Hao Aiguo realized that he had been too reckless. He had rushed into targeting this guy without understanding his background, and he might end up in trouble.

Although Hao Aiguo kept reassuring himself last night that he had only said a few words casually and would at most receive a few criticisms, he still planned to discuss it with his senior brother just to be on the safe side.

Unfortunately, things didn't go smoothly this morning. First, my senior brother went to a meeting at the production department. I was planning to tell him about what happened last night during lunch, but before he returned, Hao Aiguo was escorted back by the security guards from the security department.

When Hao Aiguo saw that it was Xiong Qingshan, the deputy director of the security department, who personally led the team to arrest him, he was extremely frightened. He had only said a few words casually, how could he have alarmed such a big shot as the deputy director of the security department to come personally? Now that he saw that the person in charge of the interrogation was Wang Shengli, another deputy director of the security department, Hao Aiguo did not know what to say. He was just an ordinary workshop worker, but today he was personally "entertained" by two deputy directors of the security department. What did he, Hao, do to deserve such high-level treatment?

However, when Hao Aiguo cautiously entered the interrogation room, to his surprise, the grim-faced Deputy Director Wang Shengli did not begin the interrogation. Instead, he had Hao handcuffed to the bars of the back window. Hao Aiguo immediately felt a little relieved. What he was most worried about was these notorious security guards who would beat him without warning. He had just seen the various torture instruments hanging on the walls of the interrogation room, and just looking at them made him tremble all over.

As time passed, Hao Aiguo realized something was wrong. When he was handcuffed to the window bars, his heels weren't directly on the ground; only his toes supported his weight. At first, he just felt a little awkward, but gradually, an unbearable ache began to emanate from his toes. The longer it went on, the more unbearable the ache became. He tried to struggle, hoping to put his heels on the ground and relieve the pressure on his toes, but all his efforts were in vain. Even though the skin on his wrists was chafed raw, his heels were still five or six centimeters off the ground. In fact, the more Hao Aiguo struggled, the more uncomfortable his toes became.

In the once quiet interrogation room, the four security guards were already getting restless. However, seeing that Deputy Director Wang Shengli was still sitting calmly behind the interrogation table with a gloomy face, smoking one cigarette after another, they could only continue to remain silent.

However, as Hao Aiguo kept twisting his body, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face contorted into a grimace, the four guards stared wide-eyed with some suspicion. But after all, they were all retired soldiers, and their ingrained discipline made them swallow the questions they wanted to ask.

Deputy Director Wang Shengli finally spoke slowly: "Today I'm teaching you this interrogation method. Although it looks simple, it's quite effective. As you've seen, as long as you handcuff the prisoner's hands at a suitable height, keeping only their toes touching the ground, as time goes by, the prisoner's entire weight is concentrated on their toes. Before long, they'll experience intense soreness, and the longer it goes on, the more uncomfortable it becomes. Generally, they'll honestly confess. Of course, some prisoners have stronger willpower, especially those specially trained enemy agents. During their training, they personally experienced various torture methods, so they have a certain tolerance. However, these enemy agents are only slightly more patient than ordinary people; they are still just mortals."