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I Received Messages From Future Self!

"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?

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Chapter 127 All Acting

The young woman's face bore obvious signs of cosmetic surgery.

It was even somewhat deformed.

Clearly, due to excessive surgical procedures, the fillers she had gotten were beginning to warp over time.

Upon seeing the young woman's face, the hotel receptionist paused, glanced at the ID in her hand, then back at the young woman's face, and showed a face of embarrassment.

The doorman beside her also showed a lack of interest, even a hint of pity.

"What a shame,"

"Such a good figure,"

murmured the doorman to himself.

"Ma'am, please wait a moment,"

"Your facial recognition isn't registering."

"I need to call our manager,"

the hotel receptionist said cautiously.

The hotel receptionist was troubled and even a bit scared.

She had dealt with clients who had undergone cosmetic surgery before.

These people usually care a lot about their faces.

If they encountered someone with a bad temper, she was sure to be scolded.

She might even get hit.