Chapter 16 Chapter 13

The plane jolted as it landed on the runway.As it slowed down, an agent approached with a fur coat. It was cold outside, he said: put it on. They made me stand up, uncuffed me, and as soon as I put on my coat, my hands were handcuffed again. After the plane came to a complete stop, the cabin door was opened, and a gust of cold wind blew over.This is in stark contrast to Bahrain's tropical climate.The smell in the air reminded me of Pyongyang, and I immediately had a feeling of landing at Pyongyang Sunan Airport.I walked to the door and looked outside. This is not Sunan Airport. The size of the airport blew me away, as grand as anything I'd seen in Europe.There are more than a dozen planes in front of you, taking off and landing every minute.

A large group of reporters gathered on the ground, waiting with cameras in their hands.A trapezoid was pushed under the plane door, and I closed my eyes, as if that would make me disappear from this dreadful place. They took me down the gangway, and I heard the click of a camera shutter and a commotion among the press. She is very beautiful!I heard a man's voice.How could such a beautiful person be a terrorist? The agents leading me stopped for a while to give the photographers more chances, and everyone yelled at me to turn my face in their direction, and I shed tears in bewilderment.Once again I felt like I was being presented as a commodity.

Hey sweetie, don't cry!I heard someone shouting.You have arrived in Seoul! In the end I was wheeled into a car and sped away.I was dizzy for a while, closed my eyes, sat in the car with my head down, and kept crying. Why don't you open your eyes and look outside?A spy asked me: Are you not curious about Seoul? To be honest, I am very curious about Seoul.Despite legends of poverty, violence and corruption, North Koreans hold Seoul in awe.If North and South Korea are unified, Seoul will be a jewel in the crown.But at the moment I am so tired and scared that I dare not look up at all.

Is anyone following us?A spy asked the driver. No, I dumped them. Great, straight to Namsan. The car ran fast for a long time before stopping.While sitting in the car, I heard a lot of traffic outside.If I had looked out at that time, I would have seen and I would have been surprised that all the people driving were South Koreans.But at that time, I just lowered my head and closed my eyes, thinking that with so many cars on the street, Seoul must be dominated by foreigners. I felt like a cow being led to the slaughterhouse, anxiously awaiting the end.By then I was tired of living and wanted to die more than ever.Suddenly, I remembered something.The Nanshan the spies mentioned must be the notorious interrogation room.It was a legendary place among North Korean spies.It was rumored that there was a room in the basement where all sorts of indescribable tortures were carried out.None of the North Koreans came back from Namsan alive.

I felt dizzy for a while and probably passed out at the time.When I woke up, the car had stopped and someone was opening the door. Oh no!I still got it here.What will be waiting for me?Waterboarding, pouring water down your belly until it bursts?bdsm, they hold wooden sticks When we arrived, the female agent sitting next to me said: You can rest now. They took me into a small room and made me lie down.A doctor examined me and I heard from him: everything seemed normal, she was just overtired and needed a good night's sleep. OK.Give her a shot of glucose first, her blood sugar must be very low.

I closed my eyes and asked him to give me an injection, thinking that this must be an injection of medicine to make people tell the truth, and I was terrified for a long time before I fell asleep. When I woke up, I heard someone arguing next door. Although the door was closed, I could still hear it clearly. You're wasting your time, that's all!A man shouted loudly: We must immediately pull out the thing stuffed in her mouth and start the interrogation! That's too dangerous!A woman's voice.Director doesn't allow this! Well, I'm in charge of everything, the man said: All you have to do is do it!

The sound is gone.A few minutes later, a man came in and removed the tape from my mouth. I had a very dry mouth and a sore throat, but the most painful part was where the tape was.The people who came to interrogate tore off a piece of my skin when they tore off the tape, but I didn't cry.I haven't been treated as a human being since I left Bahrain.I'm going to show some courage. After leaving the airport, I opened my eyes for the first time.This is a white room without windows. Besides the bed, there are two desks, a sofa and some chairs.I looked around and got goosebumps all over my body.I thought to myself, before I knew how many patriotic compatriots and revolutionaries in our country were killed here.

Three more people entered the room, now two men and two women.I was mentally preparing myself for the mental battle that was coming.The spies talked to me politely, paying close attention to my every move. They were all professionally trained South Korean spies, just like the spies of the former Soviet Union's National Security Council or the US Central Intelligence Agency. They forced me to drink some milk or something, and I fell asleep quickly.Woke up to find them still sitting in front of them, seemingly unmoved.A man and a woman were sitting at the desk, watching me carefully and taking notes, another woman was standing by my bed, and another was leaning against the wall by the door.There was the sound of someone walking outside the door, and I didn't know if it was the next morning.After a while, the female agent standing by the bed asked me to get up. I tried, but I was too weak to stand up, so I had to be helped up by them.She led me outside, down the hall, to the restroom.Help me take off all my clothes and give me a good shower.It was very embarrassing to stand naked in front of her, but once I was in the hot water, I felt extremely comfortable.The people guarding me were very polite, and I naturally suspected that this was just their soft policy, a way to win my trust.I was smug to find that the shampoo and soap are foreign products.Although we in North Korea also produce these things, the quality is not top-notch.

They made me brush my teeth again, which I haven't done since I left Bahrain.After washing everything up, they gave me a new set of clothes with the South Korean logo on them.The texture of both the underwear and outerwear is much better than anything I've ever worn.Why are they doing this?I asked myself more than once.They are so generous, let a criminal wear such good clothes, what is it if it is not to induce me to confess? When I got back to my room, they offered me a cup of coffee, which I really crave these days.But the coffee was so hot that I had to blow the steam off it.One of the agents said: I'm sure she is Korean, only Koreans blow hot air while drinking.This is bad, and at the same time regretting my negligence.

Beast! I don't want to drink coffee anymore, I took it to the next bathroom and dumped it.I was baffled when a female agent came up to me and told me to throw away the cup while I was washing it.This is a perfect paper cup, completely reusable.It's a pity to throw it away, the South Koreans are such a waste.This confirms why South Korea is a poor country with a lot of debt. Then, they gave me a rich breakfast, eggs, white porridge, kimchi (Kimchi), a very spicy cold cabbage, which is a kind of ethnic dish.I didn't want to eat it at first, but the delicacy of the dishes conquered me, and I ate all the meals.While eating, I asked in Japanese what the date is today. They said it was December 7th, which was the seventeenth day after the Bahrain incident.Probably right, I don't know how many days I can live.

I made another big mistake.I overheard two female spies talking about my menstrual period and that they should take good care of me.I just wrote twenty-four on the paper, which means that I estimate that I will have my period on December 24th.They didn't seem to care about it at the time, and they quickly turned the conversation to the election. Who do you choose? Oh, our family is divided into men and women, men on one side and women on the other.I'm also on the female side.I don't understand any of this.In our country: we consider ourselves lucky that there is only one strong candidate, Kim Il Sung, who will undoubtedly be elected president.The so-called freedom of elections seems to be causing unnecessary confusion, and I don't know how South Koreans can agree on everything. Elections are held every four years in North Korea, and each constituency has only one candidate, nominated by the Labor Party.People can vote for or against.A few weeks before the election, a general meeting is held, a parade is held, and a symposium is held to ensure that 100% of the voters come to participate.Of course, by law, anyone over the age of seventeen has the right to vote, so all the slogans and activities are false. When the election day comes, people line up in front of the polling station and start voting at 7:00 a.m. There are often bands playing beside them to add to the atmosphere.After registering, the elector holds a distributed ballot that supports the candidate and enters the lobby, where three election officials sit behind the ballot box.Voters bowed before the portrait of Kim, and then cast their ballots in the ballot box placed under the portrait.If you do not agree, you cannot put your ballot in the ballot box.Needless to say, disagreeing is unthinkable when the eyes of election officials are on you. The lunch they brought me consisted of rice porridge and seaweed, which is also the favorite dish of Koreans.But I pretended to be Chinese!So I deliberately asked the guards if these were burnt pieces of paper, and they smiled and said nothing.Instead, they started joking with each other. Who only cares about what they say, regardless of whether anyone is listening? politician? wrong!Is a school teacher. A judge asked the thief why he always stole things.The thief said that because he was hungry, when the judge pointed to the pair of shoes he had just stolen, the thief said, "Yes, I can't steal it with bare feet!" Also heard such a joke. In the Soviet Union, a man was exiled to Siberia for treason, and he said to the judge: Hey, if America is as bad a country as you say, why don't you send me to America? I had to run to the bathroom right away to keep myself from laughing out loud.For Koreans, this kind of joke is very funny.Even in this situation, I couldn't help laughing.I turned on the faucet to mask my laughter, the first time I'd laughed in weeks. South Korean spies are really well trained.They respected me in particular and knew that doing so would get results faster than physical abuse or direct interrogation.Just by forcing you to live with them, I, fellow Korean, will slowly and inevitably lose. One day, the female spy suggested that we take turns singing instead of just sitting all day.A spy named Li Pa started singing Benny Hill first.It turned out to be an a cappella song banned by Kim Jong Il. Later, North Korea deleted the original lyrics and filled in new lyrics promoting nationalism.I was fascinated by it, and the scene from my childhood came back to my mind: My hometown is in a mountain villa full of flowers, Plums, apricots, and jindalai bloom everywhere, My lovely village is bright as a palace, How I miss the good times of playing in the palace when the flowers are blooming. Humming softly in my heart, I recalled my grandmother's old residence in Gesang, a traditional wooden tile roof house located in the beautiful mountains, with a stream running through the door.In spring, jindalai flowers bloom everywhere, paving the whole valley red, just like the song sings. When it was my turn, I sang the Chinese folk song Plum Blossom: Plum blossoms, plum blossoms all over the world, The colder it blooms, Plum blossoms symbolize us forbearance, The majestic Greater China. After I finished singing, a spy said in Japanese: Why don't you sing a Korean song?You are in Korea now, you have to sing out of politeness! The rest of the secret agents encouraged me with applause. I argued that I didn't know Korean songs, but they insisted that I sing. In the end, I had to obey them and sang a few lines of a song I learned on TV, which made them very happy.Seems like it's better than refusing to sing with them altogether. Then, a woman sang a beautiful song in Korean: bells ring flowers bloom, The birds sing for joy, Everyone smiles, Beautiful Seoul has my love, I would like to live in Seoul forever. The content of the lyrics moved me, and I also wondered if Seoul is really as beautiful as the lyrics say?Judging from the expressions on the faces of the secret agents, it may be beautiful.Soon I was condemning myself again, where is the loyal revolutionary spirit cultivated in the past eight years?Where is the loyalty to the motherland?To be seduced by these people, I felt that I couldn't bear it. My interrogator started asking random, off-the-wall questions.For example, family background, etc., but these are not formal interrogations.They chatted and asked questions as if I were their friend.I repeated the fairy tales I made up for Henderson in Bahrain, and it seems that they still believe it, and they didn't say anything to provoke or embarrass me. I took some notes occasionally, and I have to think about some of the questions they asked. to answer. Can you still remember a certain movie star in the movie you watched in Macau? Bruce Lee. Did Shinichi ask you to bite through the poison in the smoke before you did so? Um If you are Chinese, you must have met many Korean people. Can you say that you don't know a single Korean word? Um Kanna (equivalent to jerk in Japanese). A special agent held a photo of Kim Il Sung in front of me and asked: Have you seen this man? I stare at it and think for a moment: I think I've seen it on TV. What's his name? Kim Il Sung.I replied in Chinese. When I was about to fall asleep that night, I heard them talking quietly. It is unforgivable to use such a girl as a political tool! I see.A crime is a crime, and I feel sorry for her. It is Kim Il Sung, a beast who should be punished! At this moment, I really want to jump out of bed and shout at them: You sons of bitches!Dare to call our great leader a beast?There is no crime worse or more serious in North Korea.For North Koreans, Kim Il-sung is the sun on Earth.However, at this moment, I have nothing to do with them. The next day, December 28, they began the actual interrogation.They were very polite, but detailed, they asked every detail, and I tried to answer them, but I couldn't answer them completely.They asked me the names of the streets I lived in as a child, the names of the cinemas and theaters I went to, made me draw a sketch of Shinichi's house, and kept asking me a lot about my life in Japan.Because I have never been to Japan, I can't make up a credible answer.During this process, they always use Korean when they talk to themselves, and pay attention to my reaction.The girl is too dull to be a spy.One of the men said this on purpose to see how I reacted. The next day was like a nightmare.Another person came to interrogate me, a handsome man in his fifties, wearing a black suit, smoking American cigarettes non-stop.He asked me in Chinese, asking me to write a brief list of my life, attaching relevant names, dates and important events.We know you are Korean.As I wrote, he said to me: It would be much better to admit it now. I ignored him and handed him the short form after I finished writing it.He took one look, smirked, and crumpled it up, throwing it in the trash.This girl is clearly lying.He told the other agents. At this time, I questioned him in Chinese: What kind of lie did I tell? He looked at me and raised his eyebrows mockingly, as if to say: Do I still need to say it?He lit another cigarette and studied me carefully. Tell me, he exhales a puff of smoke from his nostrils, and asks: What kind of TV do you watch in Japan?That is to say, what brand is it? Jindal. He smiled smugly, and the other agents laughed.Jindal is a North Korean brand, but at that time I was so anxious and angry that I couldn't think of anything else. Which channel do you often watch?he asked again. enough!I said angrily: I hate these endless questions.Why are you asking these questions over and over again?If you think I'm guilty, just kill me! I threw myself on the bed and began to cry. I was not fit to be a spy, and I didn't have the professional mental will and quick thinking that this job required.I just want to go home and be with my family, forget about me being picked by the party, and I want Bum Soo to live and die myself. Their questions became more difficult to answer every day. They asked me how much Shinichi paid me every month, how much money I saved, the name of the bank where I opened the account; and, have you ever taken a Japanese taxi?As soon as I said I sat, they asked me to draw the seat.Do you know the color of the Narita Airport building?How many layers are there?Have you ever been to a place called Shamian in Guangzhou? They asked me to write my name, and I wrote the three characters Bai Cuihui in Chinese.They took the paper away, left the room, and came back in a moment.Bring back a piece of paper with my name printed on it in various sizes.What I wrote was handwritten, how could it become small like a sesame seed and big like a house number?I stared at the piece of paper dumbfounded, not knowing what kind of trick they were playing.They were delighted to see my reaction, but said nothing, and asked a question that chilled me. Who met you at the Baghdad airport?More than one person, is it?Does that surname Park mean anything to you? The question was asked in Korean, but it shocked me so much that I couldn't hide my expression. My eyes widened and my face turned pale. This annoys you, doesn't it?The interrogator asked me questions in Chinese.This annoys you, doesn't it?He asked again and again in Japanese.This annoys you, doesn't it?He was almost yelling in Korean and I couldn't hold back my tears. He handed me my passport.Who is this guy?he questioned me. I stood up and knocked the passport out of his hand.How the fuck do I know?I yelled at him, clenching my hands into fists. He came close to me and I was leaning against the wall.His face was as expressionless as a stone, and he spoke hoarsely in Korean: There were 115 lives on the plane, most of them innocent workers who had nothing to do with politics.They worked desperately in the hot desert in order to earn money to support their families and send their children to school.They leave home for months and return with their hard-earned money.We don't understand why you kill them, you lightning-struck thing!He stopped, took a drag on his cigarette, and blew a puff of smoke into my face.I know you didn't do it alone, maybe at the risk of your life, at least skillfully.You bloody bastard, you have to give everything to the families of the victims so we can hold the culprits to account.If they don't even have the minimum of humanity, what's the difference between them and livestock and beasts? At this time, I couldn't control myself anymore, and I couldn't cry anymore.But he wasn't done yet. You're almost dehumanized, lady," he continued, pointing at me with a finger: How can we treat you as a human being?Why do we do this?There is a time limit for everything, and the time you can repent is quietly passing. If you miss the opportunity, there will be no next time. His eyes were fixed on me, and that face, so close to me, didn't look pretty at all now. Your government has always had a disregard for human life.I'm so sorry that you became their tool of murder.If you do something noble, you deserve credit.But killing the innocent is not a noble thing, it is a sin, a stupid act.And you, don't know how stupid this is, isn't it stupid?do you understand?Going from righteousness to evil is called a traitor; but going from evil to light is reformation.It is contemptible to poison the soul of a young woman.But there is still time, miss, there is still time to ask for forgiveness, to atone for what I have done.But let me tell you, there is not much time left.He looked me in the eye for a while, then turned and walked away, but he still didn't finish, and when he got to the door, he turned and added something. Think of it this way: Either the confession is some kind of confession for bereaved families.Either with the blood of a hundred and fifteen innocent lives on your hands, die for a country that treats your life like shit.Not even God will save you then.He walked into the corridor.I heard him say something when he left: Think about it, Cuihui, or should I call you Yuhua?