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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!

The taxi started and headed toward the hotel.


Fang Xiaocao looked out of the window with a cold gaze, devoid of any emotion.


At that moment, Fang Xiaocao's heart was cold.


She felt that her past self had been too kind.


That was what had brought her so much trouble.


An hour later, the taxi stopped at the hotel entrance. Fang Xiaocao paid the fare by scanning a code, pushed open the car door, got out of the taxi, and walked into the hotel.


Fang Xiaocao approached the hotel front desk and opened another room, 507!


In this hotel, the rooms were arrayed with odd numbers down one side, even numbers down the other.


Fang Xiaocao planned to wait in room 507 for the assassin to show up.


Since Su Wanqing had asked for her room number, the assassin would certainly come.


As everyone knows, hotel rooms aren't particularly well soundproofed.


In 507, Fang Xiaocao could completely hear everything happening outside the door of room 508.


Chapter 118: A Net by My Side