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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!

Tom and Taotie, while communicating, were also protecting Fang Xiaocao, moving towards the back of the car.


Whether it's a sniper or not, they can't let Fang Xiaocao be exposed to danger.


Lest Xiaocao's head also gets blown up later.


The two of them can die, but Fang Xiaocao absolutely cannot.


Hiding behind the car, Tom and Taotie stood on either side of Fang Xiaocao, ensuring that even if there was a sniper, unless one of them was killed, Fang Xiaocao wouldn't get hurt in the slightest.


"What bullet could blow such a big head to pieces right at the neck?"


Taotie peered over the top of the car, glancing towards Ying Zhao's corpse.


Tom shook his head: "It's very strange, it's like something exploded inside his head directly."


Tom snapped back to reality, and the conversation with Taotie was so bewildering to Fang Xiaocao that it left her in a haze.


Chapter 458: The Means of the Blacklist