My abstract plant was exposed by my sister.

After the test, Minister Zhao returned to his office and dialed Lin Muyang's number: "Xiao Lin, the dosage test results are in."

Lin Muyang: "Mm."

Minister Zhao's voice carried a hint of weariness: "The effect is very good, but the dosage is crucial."

150g of tomatoes improves all data by 30%, with no side effects.

300g, an increase of 50%, may cause leg weakness and rapid heartbeat. According to military doctors, these are normal reactions after strenuous exercise.

When the dosage reaches 450g, the increase is only five percent, and there will be very obvious side effects.

Symptoms included muscle soreness, weakness, and drowsiness; one soldier even collapsed and fell asleep on the ground after finishing his run.

I have sent you the detailed data.

Lin Muyang was not surprised at all: "This is normal. Excessive consumption can lead to an inhibitory reaction after the nervous system is over-excited. You'll be fine after resting for half a day."

Minister Zhao breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and they chatted for a few minutes about the plan for the next batch. The specific number was still under discussion, but it would definitely be more than the first batch.

At the research institute, Wu Tao had just returned from the fields when Lin Muyang approached him: "Minister Zhao's test results are in."

He then handed over the test data compiled by Minister Zhao to him: "According to the test results, it is best to consume 150g during regular training."

The dosage can be increased to 300g only when performing high-intensity tasks.

Wu Tao took the list from Lin Muyang and quickly scanned it: "Okay, then we'll follow this number for training from now on."

That evening, the institute's courtyard was quiet.

Moonlight shone on the wall covered with bitter orange peel, its sharp edges gleaming coldly.

The middle finger guy is pointing his middle finger at the moon from the windowsill; he doesn't even forget to curse while he's sleeping.

Just then, a dark figure slipped into the greenhouse, moving very quietly without making a sound.

He was dressed in all black, wearing gloves and a face mask covered with a stocking with a chick pattern printed on it.

The chick's beak was right next to his nose, making it look like it was pecking him, which was quite comical.

He had done detailed research on pyrethrum for this theft, knowing that it could cause temporary amnesia, so he deliberately wore a mask inside his stockings.

He crouched by the wall, looked around, and only after confirming that no one was around did he tiptoe toward the greenhouse.

His target was the purple chrysanthemum, which someone online had offered 50,000 yuan for.

He was tempted by the offer of 50,000 yuan. He figured that with his regular exercise and skateboarding skills, stealing a potted plant wouldn't be a problem.

He had just reached the entrance of the greenhouse when he stepped on something.

"Snap."

He was startled and quickly looked around, only to find it was a dead tree branch.

He steadied himself, took a deep breath, and pushed open the greenhouse door.

He had already researched pyrethrum and knew that it could cause temporary amnesia.

So he made thorough preparations, wearing not only stockings but also a face mask.

A faint, indescribable fragrance filled the greenhouse. He didn't pay attention and looked around, but didn't see any chrysanthemums.

For detailed study, Lin Muyang has moved it into the laboratory, where it is usually covered with a glass cover.

He would only open the cover at night when no one was in the lab to ventilate it.

The thief knew Lin Muyang's habits, so he went straight to the laboratory.

His movements were very light, and his feet made no sound when they touched the ground.

He first squatted down by the wall, looked around, and took a step forward after confirming that no one was there.

"hiss!"

A thorn from a bitter orange tree pierced his right palm, but not just a little bit.

He quickly withdrew his hand, pulled out the thorn, and a drop of blood immediately oozed from the wound.

A wave of frustration washed over him, but it wasn't particularly intense. He assumed it wasn't a deep wound and that it would be fine, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

What he didn't know was that the needle wasn't inserted deeply; it just meant the time it took to take effect was longer, but the result was still the same.

"It's okay... this little pain is nothing..." He encouraged himself, took a deep breath, and tiptoed toward the laboratory.

The lab was pitch black. He took out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and searched the workbench, but couldn't find it.

In the darkness, his knee accidentally bumped into something.

The screaming girl was bumped, and her leaves suddenly opened, letting out a scream:

"ah--!!!"

The sound was sharp and loud, spreading like thunder in the quiet night.

The thief was so startled that he leaned back, dropped his flashlight, and it rolled several times on the floor, its light casting erratic shadows in the room.

In his panic, he tried to grab something and his right hand grabbed the guy with the middle finger on the windowsill.

The thorn in the middle finger got stuck right into his finger.

"hiss!"

This time it was he who called it.

He reflexively pulled his hand back sharply, and one of the thorns from the middle finger was pulled out by the root.

The moment the thorn left the middle finger plant, the entire plant trembled violently, and then all the thorns were ejected simultaneously.

More than a dozen thorns were stuck in his face.

The thief's eyebrows, cheeks, and nose were covered in thorns.

The thief screamed and touched his face, only to prick his hand again.

In the midst of excruciating pain and panic, he ripped off the stockings and the mask he had prepared beforehand, revealing a face covered in spikes and with an extremely distorted expression.

Then, he smelled a faint floral fragrance and couldn't help but sneeze.

The purple chrysanthemum he had been searching for was placed in the corner of the worktable, freely scattering its pollen in all directions.

After he took off his stockings, pollen was inhaled directly into his nose.

His eyes were vacant for two seconds. He looked down at the blood on his hands, then at the flashlight on the ground.

"...Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here?"

He forgot everything.

He turned to leave, then sneezed.

Then he forgot again. He stood there, looking around blankly, like a lost child.

Wu Tao was awakened by the screaming sister's cries.

He walked out wearing a coat, pushed open the laboratory door, and saw a person standing in front of the control panel, his face full of barbs, stockings hanging from his ears, and his eyes empty.

"Who are you?" Wu Tao asked, frowning.

These past few days have been spent clearing vines from the fields, and everyone is exhausted. They didn't even notice someone coming in.

The thief turned his head, looked at Wu Tao, and opened his mouth: "I...I don't know."

Wu Tao looked at the barbed face, remained silent for three seconds, then took out his phone and called Lin Muyang.

Lin Muyang answered the phone sounding sleepy: "Feed."

Wu Tao: "Someone came to steal something. They're in the lab right now, and their face is covered in cactus thorns, like they inhaled pollen."

Lin Muyang was silent for two seconds: "I'm coming right away."

Liu Xudong was also woken up. He ran out wearing a vest and shorts, his hair a mess, his eyes still closed: "Captain, what's going on?"

Wu Tao pointed at the thief.

Liu Xudong leaned over to take a look, then turned to Wu Tao and said, "Captain, his face is covered in cactus thorns."

He was itching to help: "How about I pull it off for him?"

Looking at the bewildered thief who was convulsing in pain, Wu Tao nodded: "Pull it out for him first."