Is there any joke that you will laugh at no matter how sad you are?

Of course, I usually listen to more cold jokes, but I haven't forgotten some jokes yet. Many people may know this kind of joke now. This cold joke was told by my girlfriend when I was sad. Even now, when I am sad, my girlfriend tells me again, and I still can't help laughing.

One night, Xiao Ming was doing his homework at home. The homework said that the books were used up, so Xiao Ming was going to buy books in a small shop near the downstairs.

? On the way, he found a booth, which obviously didn't exist before, but now there is, and Xiaoming won't go further and further. He resolutely walked to the telephone booth.

? He picked up a book and asked, "Boss, how much is this book?"

The stall owner was an elderly man, and the boss said gloomily, "Retail price 100".

? "I go to, one hundred! It's too expensive, isn't it? Are you kidding? "

? The boss gave him a cold look. "For the sake of this is the last book, 50 yuan can sell it to you, but I have already lost money."

So, Xiaoming didn't say much, paid the boss and was ready to leave. The boss stopped him. "I have to warn you, don't turn to the last page at twelve o'clock, or something bad will happen." The boss spoke in a slow tone. He stared at Xiao Ming, looking very scary.

Xiao Ming swallowed saliva and wondered, "It's just a book. Anything bad can happen? "

The boss glared at him again. "In short, you just listen to me. There is so much nonsense. "

Xiao Ming left with a notebook, assuming he met a stranger.

When he got home, he didn't start doing his homework immediately, but went to the bathroom to take a bath first.

? However, when Xiao Ming went to take a bath, he forgot to close the window.

"Ding ~ Ding ~ Ding ~" The bell rang at twelve o'clock, and Xiao Ming just came out of the bathroom. A gust of evil wind blew, and the new book on the table was blown to the last page by that gust. ...

? Xiao Ming remembered what the stall owner said, but his heart became more and more curious. He took a look and saw that the book said, "Retail price, two dollars."

? When listening to my best friend's previous paragraph, I didn't feel anything, thinking it was just an ordinary horror story. I couldn't help laughing until the last sentence got to the point.

This stall owner, Nima, has many loopholes. The two-dollar book was sold 100, 50, and that Xiaoming was also foolishly taken in.

? And why can't it open at twelve o'clock? I think it's to better render this cold joke.