[Minghui Net] At around 10am on May 23, 2001 in Tiananmen Square, several Dafa practitioners unfurled banners and shouted, "Falun Dafa is good. Falun Dafa is a righteous practice. Restore our Master's reputation." The yellow banner with large red words, "Truth, Benevolence, Forbearance" was held high above their heads, and was quite eye-catching. It was a bright sunny day, and all the policemen and plainclothes agents had gone to the shady areas in the square. With righteous thoughts and righteous spirits, Dafa practitioners picked up the banners and clarified truth to the people around, and then walked towards the People's Hero Monument.

When we came to the center of the square, a police vehicle rapidly caught up with us, and policemen dragged the three of us onto it.

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The police vehicle drove us to the police sub-station in Tiananmen Square. The policemen dragged us onto the second floor, cuffed us onto the iron chairs in the passageway, and interrogated us. Four policemen beat us as they asked us for our addresses. They kicked us on our torsos and legs and slapped us on our faces. The oldest practitioner was 59 and male. Two female practitioners were around 45. We kept clarifying the truth even as we were being tortured, and we told them the karmic relationship that good and evil will always be rewarded. Then these vicious people restrained themselves somewhat.

Another policeman came to interrogate us after 7 o'clock in the evening. He kicked us without restraint. He kicked our heads, faces, legs, and backs. Dafa practitioners kindly tried to persuade him to stop but he wouldn't listen and became even wilder. Since his kicking couldn't make us tell our addresses, he fetched a black bottle from his office. We don't know what kind of liquid medicine was in it. He grabbed and held up our faces one by one and tried to pour the liquid into our mouths. Not being able to pour the liquid into our mouths, he then poured it into our noses and onto our heads. In the meanwhile, he kept yelling, "I'll let you increase your gong [cultivation energy]. I'll let you increase your gong."The liquid smelled strong and was irritating; it burned the areas around our lips and noses, and made us really thirsty. The pain at that time was beyond words.

He kicked a female practitioner, who was cuffed to one side of an iron chair, to the floor. The liquid was all over her head. Fearing the liquid would burn his own hands, he wrapped her head with our banner, dragged her up and continued to kick her. He tortured us this way for about an hour. It wasn't until another policemen said, "OK. Don't beat them anymore," that he stopped.

The three of us didn't cooperate with the vicious people the entire time. We didn't tell them our addresses, and resisted their further persecution. Had we told them our addresses, we would have brought trouble to our local government, police, neighborhood committee, work units, and our relatives. The next night they released us.

June 7, 2001

Written at a Mainland practitioner's dictation