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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!

Fang Xiaocao's subtle movements were exactly to Wang Qiang's liking.


He quietly gave the young policewoman a meaningful look.


Understanding the signal, the young policewoman stealthily moved two steps to block Wang Qiang's figure.


Wang Qiang slowly crouched down and drew the gun holstered at his waist.


When escorting a suspect to the hospital, Wang Qiang's gun was loaded, only the safety was not off.


Wang Qiang quietly turned off the safety and pressed the firing pin.


He made the gun ready to fire at any moment.


He discreetly poked the young policewoman's leg with his finger.


She understood and moved her hands behind her back while preparing for an assault.


Wang Qiang quietly handed the gun to the young policewoman and slowly stood up.


Taking advantage of Han Xue's distraction, he flashed out from behind the young policewoman.


Chapter 42 Perfect Coordination