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"Hot Noodles request to add you as a friend."
An inexplicable friend request, a non-existent contact.
Claiming to be a message from herself in the future, intimately knowledgeable about her past.
Fang Xiaocao was utterly numb.
Hot Noodles: Danger, do not go home tonight.
"Is this some kind of joke?"
Staring at the WeChat message, Fang Xiaocao rolled her eyes and opened the anti-theft door.
Hot Noodles: At midnight, when the knocking starts, don't turn on the light if you don't want to die.
In the early morning: 00:00:00
Fang Xiaocao was woken by the knocking sound. She was just about to turn on the bedside lamp when she remembered that bizarre message.
She pulled back her hand and stayed put until dawn, only to know her neighbor next door, a woman living alone just like her was murdered at midnight...
Fang Xiaocao was suddenly covered in a cold sweat.
Hot Noodles: To celebrate our narrow escape from death, go to the flea market before three in the afternoon, stall number 7, and buy the seventh inkstone on the left-hand side. The seller's bottom price is 80, but the inkstone is worth 8 million.
After last night's ordeal, Fang Xiaocao inexplicably chose to believe.
She successfully bought an inkstone for a hundred dollars, and later discover it was indeed a imperial inkstone from the Qing Qianlong era, worthing 8 million!
Fang Xiaocao stood there, dumbfounded!
Following the message's instructions, she bought a second-hand car.
But little did she know, the guidance was linking her into a series of events that dragged out a murder case and a fortune worth two small goals.
Who on earth sent her the messages?
It's really her future self?
Or it's some kind of bizarre game?

I Received Messages From Future Self!

Han Xue screamed, and, like a madwoman, pounced towards the high school classmate who had spilled the beans.


The high school classmate rolled up her sleeves and cursed.


Just as the two were about to engage in a full-blown fight, a bystander stopped her, and a few others together overpowered and restrained Han Xue.


Someone even shouted, "Don't hit the face, this bitch still needs to entertain clients for Boss Shen, don't ruin her looks."


"Boss Shen, we'll help you take her back."


Someone was groveling to Shen Tao with a flattering smile that was too servile for their age.


He turned his head to look at a streetlight nearby, not even glancing at that person.


A burly security guard pointed at the KTV next door.


Picked up the walkie-talkie and made a show of shouting, "Send someone to check if the guests in Room 608 have left."


Chapter 23 Fang Xiaocao: Still A Step Too Late?