I was lying on the concrete floor of a small single cell, cold and afraid, shivering all over. I was staring at the small light bulb hanging from the ceiling with tears in my eyes. There were only two pieces of furniture in this small cell. One piece of furniture was a jar No. 10 in the corner, which was obviously used for toilet. One was a table and a chair, which was used to write explanatory materials for me. Was the Communist Party not I will let me go. Moreover, I was once a comrade of them, but I was betrayed by the Communist Party, and now I am locked up in the prison. I know that they hate me very much. After all, I betrayed their comrades, took part in the arrest of many Communists, induced the mutiny of more than ten Communists, and my hands were stained with the blood of Communists, but they still hated me I want to dig out more elites of the party and state from my head of military statistics. When all the oil and water on me is exhausted, my death is not far away. Thinking of this, my mind will return to the year of my rebellion.