Chapter 902: Chapter 902: Chinese Room 10
“Yes, that’s the one.” Bai Youwei walked to the computer and typed in the question.
A sheep was so hot that it couldn’t stand it anymore and got sheared, but afterward, it could no longer sleep because it had lost its “woolen” peace—is this joke funny?
Clown: “…”
After Bai Youwei finished typing, she turned to look at the Inspector with a aningful expression and asked, “Do you know the answer? Why is it funny?”
“Ah ha~ this is my real expertise!” the Clown Inspector said enthusiastically, “Because the sheep has ‘woolen’ insomnia, in Chinese ‘wool’ and ‘sleep’ are homophones.”
After it finished, it suddenly had an epiphany, looking at Hans and his group, “Oh… so that’s why you guys just forced a laugh earlier? Is it because the difference in language and context led to a difference in understanding? How about this, I’ll tell another joke that you’ll understand, to make up for the one just now…”
Bai Youwei interrupted it: “No matter how many jokes you tell, you won’t be able to make anyone laugh, so don’t waste your effort.”
The Clown was stunned, standing on its unicycle, looking at Bai Youwei with confusion.
After a mont, perhaps standing still for too long, the wheel lost balance, and its round body tumbled to the ground, rolling around several tis.
“Ouch ouch ouch!” It exaggeratedly rolled, bumping into a wall with a loud bang, then bounced up like a rubber ball and sat up with a plop! Panicked, it looked around frantically!
Bai Youwei and the people with Hans quietly watched it.
After a few seconds, the Clown stood up indignantly, “Why aren’t you laughing?!”
Its mood beca intense, its tone urgent: “Weren’t my actions just now clownish? Not funny? Why aren’t you laughing?! Why!!!”
“You don’t understand what humor is at all,” Bai Youwei said slowly, “I told you just now not to waste ti on this, because we won’t really find it funny.”
“I don’t understand humor? How can you say I don’t understand humor?!”
The Clown seed infuriated, its face growing redder and its head swelling larger until with a pop!—
Its head shot off! Its neck attached to a spring, like a joke prank doll, it sprung right in front of Bai Youwei!
“I am the funniest clown in the world! I know millions of jokes! I have a gut-busting funny face! And a comically round and chubby figure! How can I not understand humor?!”
Its head bobbed in front of Bai Youwei, its tone sinister with a hint of threat.
“Laugh for now! Laugh!!”
Dim, Brail, and the others instinctively stepped back, fearing being caught in the Inspector’s rage.
Hans narrowed his eyes, observing Bai Youwei’s reaction.
“Even if I laughed now, it wouldn’t be because it’s funny,” said Bai Youwei expressionlessly, looking at the clown head attached to the spring, speaking calmly, “The essence of humor is schadenfreude; people love seeing others make a fool of themselves—for instance, stepping in dog poop or falling in mud. The more embarrassed and foolish the victim, the funnier it is because the onlooker develops a subtle sense of superiority.
But if that sense of superiority is destroyed, no joke in front of them will be funny.
If A and B both step in dog poop, will A still find B funny if A has lost their sense of superiority?
Inspector, in front of you, we never feel superior, so no matter what you do or say, we will never truly laugh.
Unless you beco dumber than us, weaker than us, lower and more pathetic… When that ti cos, you won’t need to tell jokes; your every word and action will provoke laughter.”
The Clown’s head stared straight at Bai Youwei.
Bai Youwei didn’t look at it, instead raising her eyes to gaze at the five doors not far away, she gently smiled, “Ah… the answer is out.”
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