Joanna's sudden visit made Lin Qi suddenly think of Mr. Truman.
After a brief moment of thought, he had the driver take him to his destination.
At the Federal Cemetery, Mr. Truman had not been buried in any special location, nor was there any so-called "family plot." He had been buried in an ordinary Federal cemetery, just like an ordinary Federal citizen.
Of course, the location was perhaps a little more conspicuous, with plenty of sunlight. That might have been a matter of cultural differences.
In another world, graves were usually placed with their backs to the sun, buried on the shaded side and kept from direct sunlight as much as possible.
But here, people liked to let cemeteries bathe in sunlight. Perhaps that way, their dead could truly rest in heaven.
As Federal President, Mr. Truman's grave was cleaned by someone specially assigned to the task.
There were not many graves of important figures around him, making the place seem a little lonely.
Lin Qi brought a bouquet of flowers and placed it in front of his gravestone.
The smile on Mr. Truman's gravestone looked exactly as Lin Qi remembered it, warm yet hiding a calmness that people could not see.
"Joanna came to see me today. Her emotions and attitude were both terrible."
"You know me. I'm a bad enough villain!"
At that, Lin Qi could not help laughing. In Mr. Truman's eyes, he was practically an incarnation of the devil.
Mr. Truman had always been on guard against Lin Qi breaking free of his control. He constantly gave Lin Qi hints, telling him not to play with fire and reminding him that he would always be watching.
Many people, including Joanna, believed that Lin Qi and Mr. Truman were close brothers and that their cooperation was seamless.