Feeling another basin of cold water poured on his head, Xu Si shivered and woke up, opened his somewhat confused eyes, and saw that the Japanese officer was taking off his white gloves, revealing a pair of slender hands with five fingers.

"Like a's hand." Xu Si felt that his voice sounded far away, and the face of the owner of the hands immediately changed color, and a punch hit his left cheek, like a hammer!

The mouth was like opening a seasoning shop, sour, salty, bitter, spicy, and all tastes, the row of teeth on the left side also became loose, and the left ear was as painful as a pinprick, and a hot whirring thing flowed down the ear canal, and dripped down the chin to the ground, and the sky seemed to sound a sometimes crisp and sometimes sharp shout, no matter how loud the Japanese officer in front of him roared, Xu Si's ears were full of buzzing.

Xu Si couldn't help but remember that when his grandfather took his hand to the Nakamura market to watch pantomime when he was a child, there were no gongs and drums off the stage, there was no singing on the stage, and several people scattered on the stage without saying a word, but the exaggerated movements and witty expressions made the onlookers fascinated, laughing to death, looking at the hysterical Japanese officer in front of him, a smile appeared on Xu Si's face: Compared to them, you are far behind!

The smile on Xu Si's face greatly angered the Japanese, he snatched a long whip and whipped it on Xu Si's body, which was a whip made of six raw cowhide braids, the edges and corners were as sharp as knives, and the skin and flesh would bloom when the whip went down, and Xu Si's body would consmese all of a sudden, and more than a dozen whips went down, and Xu Si's body could not find a good place.

But Xu Si soon discovered a problem: at first, the whips were really painful, heart-rending pain, but later he began to feel no pain, but his body spasmed for no reason, looking at the sweaty Japanese officer, Xu Si actually sympathized with him, the beating was sinful, and the beating was not enjoying?

At this moment, the door opened, and a Japanese scout came in and shouted something, and the Japanese officer threw down his whip and walked out, and when he came to the door, he suddenly turned around and shouted something, and then ran out with a room of people like the wind.

There were only the groggy Xu Si and the person who pretended to be ** in the room, so he looked for a while in the corner of the wall, picked up a cone and walked to Xu Si, tilted his head to look at him for a while, and suddenly picked up a bucket of cold water and poured it on Xu Si's head.

"Happy!" Xu Si shuddered, and couldn't hear what the man was saying, but he could see the man with a wicked smile on his face, his eyes rolling in his sockets, and his mouth opening and closing as if he was scolding himself.

"Dog!" Xu Si scolded and closed his eyes, really didn't want to look at his animal face.

The pain in his leg was a little painful, he opened his eyes suddenly, and found that the cone in the man's hand was stabbed on his thigh, and the cone was pierced into more than half of it, and the man's hand was holding the cone handle and turning desperately, every time he turned, Xu Si's body was sweating, Xu Si opened his mouth, and spit on his face with blood and phlegm, which was startled, took a step back and did not stand firmly, and grinned with a stumbling tooth.

Xu Si laughed,