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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!

"Fuck this shit, even a small pawnshop dares to run wild at my place? Wife, fetch me a knife; I'm going to chop them up."


Taotie, still hooked up to an IV drip, was furious.


Slamming his fist on the table, he bellowed about killing the enemy.


For safety reasons, after returning from the desert, Fang Xiaocao had Jiang Xinyan pick up Taotie from the hospital, who had just had surgery.


After all, the pawnshop folks were not kind-hearted; they would resort to any despicable methods.


If they decided to strike before acting and targeted Taotie, he would be in danger if left in the hospital.


"What are you showing off for? Sit down!"


Jiang Xinyan stretched out two fingers, grabbed the soft flesh on Taotie's waist, and twisted hard.


Taotie instantly grimaced in pain: "Ouch, it hurts..."


Taotie, hurting badly, immediately begged for mercy repeatedly.


Fang Xiaocao and others, watching Taotie's embarrassing reaction, burst into laughter.


Chapter 438: On the Verge