"What? Hey! " I stared and asked my father.
"Nothing, don't be afraid. Star, come with me and have a look outside. "
Father unhurriedly took out a shiny little pistol from the drawer and went out. I followed him closely, walked out of the yard, and temporarily hid in a secluded hut.
After a while, there was a heavy sound of leather shoes outside. My heart was beating violently and I looked at my father in horror.
"Don't let go of one!" There was a rough roar from the window. Gendarmerie in gray uniforms and boots, plainclothes detectives and policemen in black uniforms poured into the small room. They surrounded us like a group of demons. Each of them held a pistol and pointed the gun at my father and me. In the military police, I found Yan Zhensan, a worker who was arrested a few days ago. He had a rope tied to his arm and was pulled by a fat plainclothes detective.
The plain clothes detective with a juryman's face pointed to his father and asked Yan Zhensan, "Do you know him?"
Yanzhen San shook his head. He has a pale face in the middle of his long hair. It is obvious that he has been tortured.