Your fatty

"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!

"Husky, are you born in the year of the pig?"


Fang Xiaocao, holding her phone, screamed.


The phone screen stayed on the payment interface.


Looking at this number, Fang Xiaocao found it hard to accept.


Four girls, eating barbecue, spent 6389?


"Could it be that we've been ripped off?"


This was Fang Xiaocao's first reaction.


But when Fang Xiaocao pulled up the bill.


The restaurant's prices were fair and reasonable.


It wasn't even much more expensive than eating in the restaurant.


The reason for the high price was entirely because Su Wanqing had gone way over the top in ordering.


At the top of the bill, the drinks that made Fang Xiaocao's blood pressure rise.


Drinks: Feitian × 2 bottles — 5888 yuan!


Hearing Fang Xiaocao's roar, Su Wanqing guiltily stuck out her tongue and with a "swoosh," ducked under the covers.


Chapter 38: A Single Takeout Order for Six Thousand?