Lin Xian rose from the bed and turned on the light.
Then he went to the bathroom to wash his face.
"I didn't expect..."
Lin Xian looked at himself in the mirror:
"It's actually 00:42."
As anticipated, it also made sense.
He dried his face and returned to the bedroom, sitting at the desk to think, twirling a pen in his hand.
This time, the dream had yielded the greatest harvest to date, bringing clarity to all the clues and thoughts.
"First, the clarification of true and false information."
It is now certain—
What Big Face Cat said about his mathematician father and daughter being killed by a truck at 00:42, could be confirmed as [true].
And the rumor that "only the top-tier wealthy, the most extreme geniuses, and the most powerful figures receive invitations to the Genius Club," was identified as [false].
Lin Xian's thoughts became agile:
"With these two pieces of information verified as true or false... many truths can be deduced."
He turned on the desk lamp.
