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My Husband Li Heping, Part 3—A Futile Search: My Husband Li Heping

July 25, 2015

Before, I always used to complain that the days passed by too quickly. But from July 10 onwards, every minute has been a torment. After the search of my home had finished, I thought that however excruciating it might be, it wouldn’t exceed 48 hours. After waiting through this period, I asked a lawyer to meet with Heping. What transpired far exceeded what I had anticipated. Even I, a family member and a university graduate in law, feel that the legal knowledge I possess is entirely useless.

I was anxious—the best I could do was to go to Tianjin to look for Heping. The first time I went to Tianjin, I wasn’t even able to get through the door to the criminal police at the Public Security Bureau. Going to the detention center to look for him also yielded nothing.

The second time was on the eighth day of Heping’s disappearance. Because I had lawyers with me, I finally got into the legal office of the Public Security Sub-bureau. We were told that he wasn’t in their Sub-bureau, and that we should go to the narcotics control brigade to have a look. Fortunately, at the narcotics control brigade, we came across a particularly tall and stout police officer, who, relatively politely, took all of us into a reception room and closed the door. I suddenly, despite myself, became tense: Was this to catch the lawyers? I’d better prepare additional copies of powers of attorney.

Fortunately, that police officer came in again after a few minutes and took us upstairs. The people upstairs who greeted us were a bit baffled when they heard that we were sent there by the Public Security Sub-bureau. They checked on their computer system and couldn’t locate anyone named Li Heping. We brought along our last traces of hope as we arrived at the Detention Center of the Hexi Sub-bureau. The reception there looked so grand with the flight of stairs leading up to it, as though it were the great hall of some ancient dynasty where its subjects had to bow. I know many government buildings with such a setting. With a forced smile and hope, I came to the inquiry desk. When the words “Li*ping” appeared on the computer screen, I was so excited that I felt as if my heart was jumping out. The worker asked, “Is that a woman?” “Nope, a man,” I said promptly. The worker said briskly, “Then nope. There's just a Li Yuping here.” The disappointment was overwhelming. I thought I located his whereabouts. But obviously still not.

If I could find my husband by looking into every single detention center, I am willing to do that. However, the lawyer says there exists a type of secret residential surveillance. How am I supposed to find such a secret space?

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