The Mint That Wouldn't Let You Lie with a Straight Face

When Luo Dapeng came to debunk the Strange Flavor Bureau, he brought six cameras, two lab technicians, and a report thick enough to level Tang Xiaoman's dining table. “No superstition today, only evidence,” he told his twenty million followers. “If Chen Nuo can't prove these monsters exist, I'll dismantle his script for the public.” Xiaoman collected admission at the door. “Eighty-eight yuan for a live seat. Demolishing the shop costs extra.” Luo slapped down a box of Clear Moment mints, OmniTaste's newest viral product. Its slogan promised AUTHENTIC SELF-EXPRESSION, while his report certified every ingredient down to three decimal places. Chen opened it. Dark-gold words crawled over the wrappers. [MONSTER RECIPE: MIRROR-TONGUE, FORCE-RIPENED]