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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 stealthily glanced at the security captain's icy stare, making Fang Xiaocao's heart tremble with fear.


Fang Xiaocao's first thought was that Han Xue was plotting to kill someone by using another's hand – this woman was too malicious.


"Han Xue, oh Han Xue, you are so vicious."


By now, Fang Xiaocao was certain that Han Xue definitely had some terrifying contagious disease.


Looking at the security captain approaching step by step, bottle in hand, Fang Xiaocao's heart sank.


This alcohol absolutely must not be drunk.


But how to escape became a difficult problem.


Fang Xiaocao's mind raced as she looked at Han Xue.


Suddenly, Fang Xiaocao burst out laughing.


Fang Xiaocao laughed so hard she couldn't catch her breath and ended up sprawling on the sofa.


Her sudden action confused everyone, who stared blankly at Fang Xiaocao.


Chapter 34: A Miracle Weapon Descends from the Sky