(Minghui.org) I was in another city six years ago when a relative called me to say that my husband, a Falun Dafa practitioner, had been arrested and detained in the local detention center and that the police also wanted to arrest me.

I was stunned at first and contemplated whether I should go into hiding or go back to help with the rescue. After I had calmed down and regained righteous thoughts, I decided to go back to rescue him.

A neighbor told me that the police had confiscated a carload of items from my home. I opened the door and saw that our personal computer, printer, cell phones, car keys and some cash were gone.

Two fellow practitioners accompanied me to the police station the next day. We asked to talk to the captain of the Domestic Security Department. He agreed to meet with us, but shortly after I asked him to release my husband he excused himself for a meeting.

The guard at the gate of the police station refused to let us in after that. We had to send forth righteous thoughts outside the building.

A local practitioner and I went to the police station again one day. This time the guard made a phone call and allowed me to go in. I was led to a room with many recording devices, cushioned walls, and security cameras in every corner of the ceiling. I knew that it was an interrogation room and the authorities wanted to get a statement to detain me.

The two young policemen who sat across the table from me showed me two documents stamped in red ink. I refused to read them. They asked me questions but I kept silent. I continuously sent forth righteous thoughts to disintegrate the evil factors in and around the interrogation room and in these devices. I heard one man saying that a recorder that had cost them 80,000 yuan had suddenly stopped working.

They asked me more questions and finally the leader-looking policeman lost his temper. He pointed a finger at me and yelled, “If you don’t cooperate with us, you won’t be able to walk out of this police station today!”

We stalemated for a while. One of Master’s teachings entered my mind, and I understood that Dafa practitioners should play the lead role and today was my opportunity to clarify the truth to them. My tense state of mind suddenly became relaxed and peaceful. I asked Master to strengthen my righteous thoughts in my heart and began to smile at the two policemen.

I began by asking how old they were. Feeling encouraged, they told me their ages. I said one of them was two years younger than my son and the other one was two years older. “If you turn off these recording devices, we can have a talk,” I said. They agreed and turned off the equipment.

I told them many facts and experiences that my husband and I had after we practiced Falun Dafa. I gave them examples of how Dafa Gong has miraculous healing and fitness effects, how our character improved, and how we cultivate to be kind and good people. My husband found a gold chain worth more than 10,000 yuan and returned it to the owner, and I took care of my mother-in-law when she was in the hospital, though she had beaten and scolded me before. 

I talked about the Chinese Communist Party (CCP)-staged Tiananmen Square self-immolation incident and the many doubtful points in the video. I talked about the spread of Falun Dafa to more than 100 countries around the world. I also cited the previous political campaigns of the CCP that had killed more than 80 million Chinese people. In the end, I said that heaven would destroy the CCP and only the people who have quit the Party can stay safe.

The leader-looking man said, “You are a good person!” I asked their family names and offered to help them quit the Party. They agreed. I made two pen names for them and promised to help them to register their withdrawals. They happily confirmed and called each other by their pen names.

Looking at the two smiling young men, I felt relaxed. I felt that a bad substance over my head had suddenly dissipated, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. I felt that with Master’s benevolent blessing, after more than four hours of clarifying the truth, the evil beings who had planned to manipulate the police get a forced confession to persecute me were completely disintegrated.

They told me to go home after being in the interrogation room for hours. The practitioner who had accompanied me was still sending righteous thoughts in a meeting room downstairs. We walked out of the police station together.

Thank you, Master, for your protection!