Reasoning Joke Stories

Reasoning, logic refers to one of the basic forms of thinking, is the process of launching a new judgment (conclusion) from one or several known judgments (premise), there are direct reasoning, indirect reasoning and so on. Here I bring you reasoning joke story, welcome to read.

The first story: penguin meat

A man at a friend's house for dinner, asked his friend what kind of meat he ate for the meal, and when his friend said it was penguin meat, he bawled and killed himself. Why?

The second story: Jumping off a train

A man took a train to a neighboring town to see a doctor. On the way back the train passes through a tunnel and the man jumps off the train and kills himself. Why?

The Third Story: The Watercress

A man went to the river with his girlfriend, and suddenly his girlfriend fell into the river, and the man rushed to the water to find it, but he did not find his girlfriend, and he left sadly. After a few years, he revisited his hometown and saw an old man fishing. When he saw the old man fishing, there was no grass on the fish, so he asked the old man why there was no grass on the fish. He asked the old man why there was no grass on the fish. The old man said that there was never any grass in the river. As the old man was talking, the man suddenly jumped into the water and killed himself. Why?

The fourth story: the story of the funeral

There were three mothers and three daughters, the mother died, the two sisters went to the funeral, the younger sister met a very handsome man at the funeral and fell in love with him at first sight. But after the funeral the man disappeared and the sister couldn't find him no matter how she looked for him. Then a month later, the sister killed her sister. Why?

Fifth Story: Half a Match

There was a man in the desert who died head first, with a few suitcases scattered around him, and the man was clutching half a match in his hand, reasoning how did the man die?

Sixth Story: Woodchips All Over the Place

There were two midgets in the circus, the blind midget was shorter than the other midget, and now the circus only needed one midget, the shorter the better. The two midgets then decided to compare who was shorter, and the taller one would commit suicide. However, the day before they agreed to compete, the blind midget, the short midget, had already killed himself in his house, where he found only wooden furniture and wood shavings all over the floor. Why did he kill himself?

The seventh story: a knock on the door in the middle of the night

A man was living in a hut on the top of a hill when he heard a knock on the door in the middle of the night. He opened the door, but there was no one there, so he went to bed. He waited for a while and heard another knock, opened the door, and still no one was there, and so on several times. The next day, someone found a dead body at the foot of the mountain, and the police took the man at the top of the mountain away.

Answers

The first story: penguin meat

The answer is: a few years ago, the man and a friend went out to play, shipwrecked and drifted to an island. All the food was gone, and he was almost starving to death. The friend went out to look for food and brought back roasted penguin meat, and his leg was injured while catching penguins. After eating the penguin meat, he regained his strength and took his friend with him to continue walking. His friend refused to eat the penguin and starved to death. Now that he has eaten real penguin meat, he realizes that his friend cut off the meat from his own leg and roasted it for him to eat.

This story tells us that sometimes best friends can be kind and deceitful.

The second story: Jumping off a train

The answer is: the man had an eye disease since he was a child and couldn't see, and he had just gone to the doctor's office to get it cured. He had never seen a tunnel before, and all of a sudden his eyes went black, and he thought he was blind again, and he couldn't withstand the shock, so he committed suicide in despair.

This story tells us that people who are not mentally fit to cross the tunnel should bring a flashlight.

The third story: watercress

The answer is: a few years ago, he jumped into the water to find his girlfriend's . When his legs got tangled up in something, he stomped as hard as he could and finally broke free of those things. He thought it was water plants at that time, and now he finally realized that it was his girlfriend's long hair.

This story tells girls: when you go to the river with your boyfriend, don't wear long hair.

The fourth story: the story of the funeral

The answer is: because the man only appeared at their family's funeral, and the sister wanted to see the man again, she could only let another death in the family to hold a funeral, so she created yet another funeral, and the sister could see him.

This story tells us that good-looking people should not go to other people's funerals.

The fifth story: Half a Match

The answer is: several people were traveling in a hot air balloon, and when they passed through the desert, the balloon leaked and it was dangerous. They threw all their luggage down, but it didn't work, so they had to throw one more person down. We decided to take a few matches to decide, who drew half of who will be thrown down. The poor fellow drew the short match, and that was that.

This story tells us that when traveling in a hot air balloon, you should have a long match in your pocket, just in case.

Sixth story: wood shavings all over the floor

The answer is: because the other gnome sawed the legs of all the furniture in the short gnome's house. The short midget couldn't see, and when he touched the furniture, he was suddenly much shorter, and thought he had broken through and grown taller, and felt that he had lost his competitive edge, and from then on, his livelihood was in jeopardy. From now on, his performances can no longer be on the box office list, the people watching his show is no longer excited hysterically screaming, he was so desperate, so he committed suicide.

This story tells us that when you think you've been working more efficiently and faster than others lately, you need to find out if your coworkers are going out to eat roasted leg of lamb and watch fireworks.

The seventh story: knocking on the door at midnight

A: Because his door opened on the edge of the cliff, the door opened outward, and the man had a hard time climbing up. As soon as he opened the door, the man was pushed down by the door. He died several times in this way.

This story tells us that even if you have a good kung fu, you should still think about going through the window when asking for help.

Expanded Reading

I. Garbage

I'm a garbage collector.

Day in and day out, the daily work is boring -

As the garbage trucks drive to the residents' living areas, the garbage they organize and sort out is carried away for centralized treatment.

For the seventh time.

It's the same woman.

The woman is hunched over, her eyes empty.

Tattered strips of cloth wrapped around the body as if binding her.

Was it a vagrant? Or a poor widow of some family?

What intrigued me more than her identity was the black garbage bag she carried dripping with dark red liquid.

Every time, she stood there before the garbage truck arrived.

Waiting for the pile of garbage to be collected before leaving in peace.

Though, harboring curiosity, I never opened the foul-smelling black plastic bag.

It's not that I was afraid of seeing something horrible and unseemly.

Rather, the woman kept staring at me.

Only at that time did I feel that she was indeed a being with a soul.

That kind of eyes are penetrating, bloodshot and covered with dead eyes.

As if to tell me, can not be opened.

Of course, I did not dare to act rashly, because of curiosity and suffered countless things.

Finally, the day came.

That day, the woman did not come.

The black plastic bag was lying quietly at the top of the garbage mountain.

After double-checking that the woman didn't show up, I breathed a sigh of relief.

More importantly, at this point, my extreme curiosity was about to burst my chest.

I carefully opened it - the fishy and mysterious black plastic bag.

Opening it reveals:

The woman is still staring at me, as always.

Two: Powdered milk

She takes out a can of powdered milk.

Opens it and sticks her finger *inside* the powdered milk.

Pull it out and suck and lick it clean.

This is one of her specialties, and she only does it at home.

She can't resist the liquefied texture of the powder, and eats it almost every time she watches TV or has nothing else to do.

Sometimes she would eat half a can a day, if she was exaggerating.

She was lying on the couch, licking her left hand and looking at her cell phone with her right.

Finally, today he did not call again.

In fact, looking back, there was nothing wrong with him.

Even his own love of milk powder this special addiction, he knew after the reaction was not too exaggerated.

But she just doesn't like that about him.

Usually it's fine, but when he argues, he's got that kind of ruthlessness that scares her half to death.

Her friends have been telling her behind her back that he's a very extreme person who can do anything.

She didn't care. Until she broke up with him, he only called and texted, and didn't act aggressively.

Now it's fine, and there's no contact.

Only, she can't figure out two things.

1, a text message from him: how I want to be one with you ......

2, today's powdered milk tastes a little ...... weird?

3. Sales pitch

I'm at home watching TV in boredom.

The doorbell suddenly rang.

I looked into the cat's eye and it was an oddly ugly female.

I was going to pretend I wasn't home, but I couldn't help it if she held it down for too long.

"Looking for someone?" I asked through the wall.

"Hello sir, I'd like to sell you a product, I ......"

"I'm not interested!"

Before she could finish, I interrupted her.

"Sir, I'll make sure you're interested!"

"Fuck off!"

The next day, I was sleeping.

The doorbell rang loudly.

I walked impatiently to the door.

Outside the door was a sweet-looking woman.

I opened the door in a hurry.

"May I help you?"

"I'm going to sell you, that's what yah."

Four, barbecue

Just got out of the hospital a few days ago, but I'm worried sick.

Tongue received a needle, the doctor said it was anesthesia or something, so I spoke a little tongue.

But that's not the worst of it.

The doctor told me not to eat anything irritating for a few days.

The doctor told me not to eat anything irritating for a few days.

The first time I saw this, I was able to get the ball rolling, and I was able to get the ball to go to the right place.

In the evening, I went to a barbecue with my brothers.

As soon as I sat down, I immediately asked the boss for 50 skewers of mutton.

Because a little big tongue, the sound made everyone laugh.

Make them laugh.

What they didn't realize was that the smell from the barbecue was heavenly for someone who'd been eating a bland diet for weeks.

Wang was about to get up, and I knew what was going on.

Turned around and yelled to the boss:

"Boss! More cumin, no hemp, no pay!"

Wang is a famous cumin control, his ass pouting I know what he did.

This roar was again laughed at by the brothers because of the big tongue.

But more than their laughter, I was fixated on the freshly roasted lamb.

After a few skewers of lamb, the flavor was indescribable.

I just don't know why.

Today's lamb is a little too chewy?

V. Horns

Grandma told me never to go to the basement.

But I want to know what that sound is all about.

- That sound like a trumpet.

The sound day and night.

Today, Grandma went out and hasn't come back yet.

I was playing alone inside the house.

Suddenly I heard the voice again.

I couldn't help but quietly open the basement door.

Then I walked down the basement steps.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps ......

But I didn't see the horn.

Grandma pulled me out.

She reprimanded me loudly.

Grandma never tried to reprimand me loudly.

I was sad.

I cried.

Wooooo......

Grandma touched my head.

Grandma told me not to go back to the basement.

Then she gave me a cookie.

The cookie was delicious.

I felt better, too.

I was so good that I didn't ask my grandma:

Why were those brothers and sisters able to make a sound like a trumpet.

Six, Clean

He reorganized his thoughts.

Still can't seem to believe what happened last night.

He looked at the photo of his wife on the desk next to his bed.

It was as if he was still reeling and a little regretful.

Making sure he was calm, he immediately put on his gloves.

The first place to clean is undoubtedly the restroom.

This is the worst-hit area.

Whether or not the police find out is basically up to him.

He scrubbed every inch, back and forth.

He's not done until there's no trace of it at all.

The second place, the kitchen.

The knives were sticky with all kinds of evidence from last night's hands-on.

Beyond the blood, there were quite a few scraps of meat left on them.

Every time he wiped it, he beat himself up and complained.

Why was it so impulsive?

When he thought of this, he opened the hidden album on his phone.

On it was a picture of him with another girl.

...... Because he was uneasy, he cleaned the corners of his home again.

At the moment, the most important thing is to be foolproof.

The body was dismembered into several parts.

Separately in several large black plastic bags.

The plan was to load them in their car and take them to a deserted place to throw them away.

When he got home, he was still nervous.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

The moment had come after all, he thought.

He slowly opened the door.

The woman smiled and asked him:

Is everything clean?

He said in a shaky voice:

Honey, you're back. ......

Seven, the toilet

He pressed the flush button, and with the sound of the pumping system clattering and churning, he released a smile...

The woman was smiling...

He asked the woman, "Is it all cleaned? ...

Three months ago.

She carefully fished the floating half-cigarette butt out of the toilet.

"Throwing cigarettes down the toilet again... ......" she cooed in a low voice, getting up only to be startled by him standing behind her.

"The toilet is quite convenient, press anything can be flushed ......" he naively rubbed his head and laughed bitterly.

"Really, next time don't this ......" Before she finished, he hugged up.

The two embraced each other, he stroked her long hair. She snuggled happily, it had been a month since they had lived together, and it seemed that life was as good as she had expected it to be.

What she didn't realize was that he was gazing at the toilet and muttering something under his breath.

Three weeks ago.

He lost his job and stayed home all day. When she got home, she looked at the messy and chaotic environment - full of takeout and household garbage - and complained in a small voice, "Don't you know how to clean up ......"

"Tidying up a room is a woman's job." He concentrated on his game.

"Earning money to support the family is a man's thing ......" After saying her mouth, she immediately regretted it.

But he still didn't react, staring at the screen in silence as always.

Three days ago.

She came home, found the house neat and tidy, smiled in relief, and hastened to praise him.

"The toilet is quite convenient, press anything can be flushed ......" he smiled smugly.

Three hours ago.

The house was a mess, strewn with bottles and cans.

He made a phone call.

"Can I see you one last time ...... please ......"

Three minutes later.

A strand of hair floats on the surface of the pool.

"Toilets are pretty convenient, you can flush everything by pressing ...... If you can't flush it, just press it again."

He pressed the flush button again.

Eight, Drugs

I yawned and looked at my watch:

15:00.

It's been so long already ah ......

I sat frozen in my seat, looking around at all the various high end fixtures and equipment in the laboratory .

It was my dream to join the professor's team and conduct research after getting my PhD.

The professor was a very kind man, and his research was very humane.

One of the things I admire most about him is that he is very good at researching opposite things, which is different from the traditional specialization in one direction.

Today is my watchman duty in the on-call lab.

It's a simple task, but it's a lot of sitting around because the research at hand is pretty much done.

After sitting around for a while, I decided to take a stroll anyway.

After fiddling with the machine a few times, I suddenly found a bottle of medicine.

What is it?

Little yellow pills, with maybe half a bottle left.

I turned the vial around and found a very crude description:

"Drug M300 Final. Note: Do not eat.'

Well, it's the professor's handwriting.

The professor has been working on two projects lately, and I remember one of them was about boosting the brain's memory or something.

I'm bored, so I'll give it a try, just to help the professor test it.

His medication definitely doesn't have side effects.

I took one out and put the vial back.

Sitting down on the stool, I swallowed a mouthful of water with a gulp.

Just checking the time, I guess, for the record later.

I yawned and looked at my watch:

15:30.

Analysis :

One, in the black plastic bag is the woman's head; two, the ex-boyfriend mixed his own ashes into the heroine's powdered milk; three, since it's the same person but with a different face, the sales pitch is for the mask of a human skin; four, Due to anesthesia, he chews his tongue; five, the grandmother is a pervert, the basement is a child in captivity, and the trumpet is a mournful whimper; six, the husband and the wife are both still alive, and it can only be the mistress who is killed. Seven, the hero is a psychopath who fantasizes that everything can be flushed through the toilet and flushes the heroine in pieces; eight, remember? The professor specializes in conducting research in the opposite direction. Description of the drug M300: Erases the memory of the person taking it for 30 minutes. Judging by the fact that only half a bottle is left, the hero has already taken quite a lot, right?

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