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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!

In the dimly lit mountain forest, a fog gradually began to form.


An exhausted traveler trudged through it.


The wind brushed through the treetops, producing a "shushing" odd noise.


The wavering setting sun scattered its afterglow.


Fang Xiaocao bit her lip as she struggled to move forward, her little face deathly pale, the several hours of mountain roads had taken her to her physical limit.


In the group, apart from Wan Xiaozhou, who still looked composed, only Zhi Qi, the guide, seemed to have energy to spare.


Su Wanqing gasped like a fish out of water, her mouth wide open as she struggled to draw oxygen from the air.


From her throat, Su Wanqing managed to squeeze out these words intermittently.


Fang Xiaocao glanced at Su Wanqing and waved her hand, signaling Yun Luoshu and Wen Shi to stop and let Su Wanqing catch her breath. Leaning against a big tree, she asked Zhi Qi:


Chapter 56 Zhi Qi: This is a conspiracy