Early the next morning, the day after Lin Qi was attacked, Mr. Truman jolted awake from his sleep.
He had a nightmare.
He dreamed that Lin Qi had undergone a drastic change in temperament because of the attack and had begun intervening more actively in the Federal Government's operations.
He had even pushed for the outbreak of World War III because of the attack!
Sometimes dreams were absurd. They made no sense, yet they never felt abrupt.
It was like suddenly mastering the ability to fly in a dream, leaping constantly between buildings, and finally falling from outer space...
There was no logic to it at all, but people did not notice the things that violated all kinds of common sense. In dreams, people ignored certain factors that would otherwise prevent the dream from continuing! In his dream, Mr. Truman had imagined something completely outrageous, and he had even picked up a mirror.
Through the reflection in the mirror, his gaze pierced through the hole in his own head and saw Lin Qi.
He woke up in fright! It was not a good dream, and it might not even have been absurd.
After all, the absurd act of a president being assassinated had not only happened in the Federation's brief history, but had succeeded—and more than once! After waking up, he found it difficult to fall asleep again, despite his body telling him that he still needed rest.
His eyes stung a little, and his head was buzzing.
He sat on the bed for a while and checked the time. It was a little past six. It was time to get up.
He carefully climbed out of bed, went to the bathroom for a hot shower, then called his assistant from the study to ask about the news he had