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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!

After arranging things for Jiang Xinyan, Fang Xiaocao hung up the phone and immediately called Wan Xiaozhou.


She explained the situation and instructed Wan Xiaozhou to lead the base's personnel to evacuate and hide immediately, before hanging up the phone.


"Unhappy and Xuanwu will stand guard tonight, and the rest of you retreat to your rooms to rest," Fang Xiaocao said in a deep voice. "Tomorrow, people from the black market will come to transport the first batch of gold, so everyone stay alert. "


Tom and the others responded and immediately scattered in different directions, and Fang Xiaocao turned to go upstairs.


In the deep night, the Helan estate was still as bright as day.


The current Helan Family Head, Helan Nade, sat at the head of the table, exuding a naturally imposing aura.


To Helan Nade's right were the Helan family's clan elders and direct blood relatives.


Chapter 449 Helan Nade