But for Halding, who followed the principle "A head can be severed, blood can flow, but a hairstyle must not be messed up," shaving his head was even more excruciating than beheading.
After all, one only has one head; you can't chop it off every day. But hair could be shaved and regrow, only to be shaved again. He had to endure the daily torture of head-shaving, a fate worse than death!
At this moment, a light drizzle truly began to fall from the sky.
RUSTLE, RUSTLE, RUSTLE...
Even though there were beach chairs and umbrellas right next to him, he didn't use them. Instead, he lay in the sand in the middle of the prison, body spread out like a large character, and continued to shout:
"Big head, big head, not afraid of the rain; others have umbrellas, I have a big head."
It seemed he had been thoroughly driven mad by all the shaving.
