I was lying on the concrete floor of a small single cell, cold and scared, and trembling all over. I stared at the small light bulb hanging from the ceiling with tears in this cell. There were only two pieces of furniture in this cell, one piece of furniture was a No. 10 jar placed in the corner of the wall, obviously for toilets, one piece of a table and a chair, which was used to write me the explanation materials. The Communist Party will not let me go. Moreover, I was once their comrade, but I was betrayed the Communist Party.But I was locked in a cell by them. I knew they hated me very much. After all, I betrayed their comrades, participated in capturing many Communist Party members, persuaded the rebellion of more than a dozen Communist Party members, and my hands were covered with the blood of Communist Party members. However, they still wanted to dig out more party and state elites from me, the head of the Military Command colonel. When the oil and water on me were squeezed out, my death was not far away. Thinking of this, my thoughts returned to the year when I betrayed.