Many fanatical audience members were surprised to find that a strange guy appeared in the audience.

He walked around from time to time, holding people to ask strange questions.

"What is the meaning of your life?"

"Why do you like horse racing?"

"Why can these carbon-based creatures make you love so much?"

"Why did someone tell me to bet No. 7 to win? No. 5 is the strongest one."

"By the way, why do you have to wear clothes? I was not wearing clothes just now and was almost captured by a group of fierce creatures, who claimed to be police."

This guy in strange costumes throws these questions out again and again.

By the way, this hippie dress was also made by him.

In the end, the young man was finally disappointed after asking many people that did not get a satisfactory answer.

"You are all hypocritical and never admit that you are not smart." He sighed deeply, disappointed.

The more you ask, the more confusions you will be. But no one can stand up and answer more and more questions, let alone the answer he is pursuing - what is the meaning of life.

"Child, if you want to find a learned person, I believe there is someone who can help you, the president of Parker Industry, Mr. Peter Parker can answer your questions. He is a genius!" An old man stared at the racecourse with wide eyes and said without looking back, "By the way, are you sure the No. 5 is the strongest? Don't lie to me, otherwise I will make you pay the price!"

But he received no response. By the time he turned his head and looked, the young man had disappeared.

...

New York Parker Industry, CEO Peter went to work as usual.

With a tingling sound, the elevator arrived at the first floor. Peter walked in and turned to press the floor. A strange guy in white was standing outside the elevator.

"Michael Jackson???"

Peter looked at the guy in front of him with a confused look. Hasn't this guy been dead for decades? Why is he alive again? His clothes, appearance and body shape are exactly the same.

In fact, this is a brand new image that this mysterious existence just created for itself. Yes, it is to imitate a deceased dance god.

"Are you going to come in?" Parker hurriedly pressed the elevator.

"Do you like horse racing?"

"Michael" asked.

"What?" Peter was a little confused.

Then close the elevator and move upwards.

When Peter arrived at the second floor, while he was still frowning and thinking, the elevator door opened again.

"What is the meaning of life? Do you wear clothes? How do you view the diversity of this world?"

Before Peter could speak, the elevator rose again.

Third floor, "Why don't the police arrest you when you wear clothes?"

Fourth floor, "Why do you have to wear different clothes? Some are tight and some are loose, one is one for the day and one for the night."

Fifth floor, "You are so sexy."

Peter couldn't bear it anymore, and with a blue face, he took out a small thing from his briefcase, and instantly turned into a spider silk launcher, and directly pointed at the Mr. Michael in front of him.

He is not a fool. He has been a superhero for so many years and has faced countless super villains, with all kinds of abilities.

Although Spider Sensing did not warn him, Peter decided to take action first.

But the spider silk passed through this person directly.

"Mysterious Guest's trick?" Peter frowned.

He rushed out of the elevator, but the person had disappeared. What's even more strange is that when he used artificial intelligence to query and record video, he didn't find this person at all. He was talking to himself and going crazy all the time.

"Sir, do you need me to contact the best psychologist for you?" said Artificial Intelligence loyally.

"Shut up!"

Peter said angrily, deep uneasiness and confusion flashed in his eyes.

The young man who had no answer walked to the street with a confused look on his face.

"Robbery!"

A knife pressed against his back, and a low voice came, "Take out the money, remember not to speak out, otherwise you know the consequences, I only want money and don't live."

"Money? Why do you want money?" he asked immediately.

The robber was impatient and reached out to touch the familiar guy's pocket while holding the knife. Unexpectedly, there was no penny.

"Are you my old customer? I know this is my territory, so I don't bring any money?" The robber frowned into a knot. Looking at this guy who always looks familiar, he could only curse in secret.

Maybe I have robbed this guy.

He was still stubbornly asking: "For you, is money the meaning of life? Why do you have to use your short life to make money?"

"You've taken too much drugs?"

The robber looked at him in surprise.

"What is the truth of the world for you? Do you wear clothes?"

"Truth? Haha, let me tell you, you idiot, in this world, money is the truth, and money is the whole meaning of life!"

The robber sneered and fumbled through his pocket for a long time before he found a few hundred-yuan bills, spread them out carefully, and threw them on his palms desperately, and forced a million to make a momentum: "Boy, money is everything. If you have money, it means you have the whole world!"

Clip-click.

The robber arrogantly held several bills and slapped them in the palm of his hand.

"What, what? If you have money, you have everything?"

This mysterious existence was stunned. This was the first time that someone told him something specific, not something empty, such as talking about socialism to communism, which made him confused.

He stared at the person in front of him, watching several worn-out banknotes being beaten up, and listening to the rhythmic sound, he felt a sense of uncertainty.

"Yes, is that true? Money is the truth of the world?! Money is the meaning of life?!" The mysterious man opened his mouth in shock, as if he had opened the door to the new world with his own hands and opened the fog that covered his sight.

"Yes, my man, if you have money, you have everything!"

The robber was very satisfied with this guy's reaction and was full of vanity. It turned out that there were poorer people in this world than me.

“Where is the horse racing?”

"Horse racing? Do you like this? As long as you have money, you can buy all the horses in the world. No matter which horse wins, you will win!"

The mysterious man was stunned and dizzy, thinking that what the robber said was too reasonable, and he was more concise than those older erudites.

"Then why do you need to wear clothes? Isn't wearing clothes the truth of the world?"

"Wear clothes? Who said you must wear clothes? Why are you stupid? As long as you have money, you can buy clothes from all over the world and make others have no clothes to wear!"

boom!

The mysterious existence was like being struck by lightning, and he took three steps back. With his mind roaring, he stood there as if he was stupid.

So that's it, everything is understood and everything is explained.

It turns out that the reason why he struggled to find the meaning of life but couldn't find the answer is because he didn't have money!!!

With money, there is all truth and meaning!

With money, he can own all the horse racing!

With money, he can make people all over the world wear clothes!!

With money, he can make people around the world who like horse racing but don’t wear clothes arrested by the police!!!

Improper logic, flawless system, unventilated explanation.

The spirit of the mysterious man changed instantly. In an instant, a dazzling light shone in his eyes, and the terrifying power around him that easily created everything and destroyed everything was slightly revealed. At this moment, all the energy index monitoring devices on the entire earth were all over the table, and countless superheroes were alarmed. Unfortunately, they could not find the reason, let alone find who caused it.

The poor robber only felt his head explode and every inch of his body's skin was about to tear apart, but this feeling lasted for only a moment and disappeared, making the robber suspicious and thought it was an illusion.

The robber is going to leave.

"You can't leave, I'll take you to make money!"

The mysterious man grabbed the robber and said solemnly: "Believe me, with your fists and the wisdom of my transcendent, we will have the whole world!"

The mysterious man who claimed to be a transcendent had a terrible force emerging from his hands, almost breaking off the robber's arm, and his face was distorted in pain.

The sun is scorching and the sun is eye-catching.

"Hey, Coke..."

The transcendent suddenly stopped and fell into deep pondering. He looked deep in his eyes as the sweaty mortals walked forward, took out the money, took a mouthful of Coke, revealing pleasure and comfort.

Then, he looked at the robber with a deeper look

"I'll buy it!"

The robber gritted his teeth and looked at the guy who was so powerful that he was so powerful that he was very powerful, and finally felt fear. He took out a bill and bought two bottles of Coke.

"These weak lives have gained a sense of satisfaction that I have never felt before."
To be continued...