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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?

Your fatty · Urban
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Chapter 153 Tom: Can't Drink Anymore

Tom raced back to the hotel with the greatest speed.

He scanned the surroundings and then turned to enter a cafe opposite.

Tom called over a waiter, ordered an Americano, chose a seat by the window, and sat down, sipping his drink now and then.

His eyes, however, occasionally swept over the café's patrons and the pedestrians outside.

Although Tom speculated that the safest place for Han Xue would probably be the underground parking garage.

The underground parking garage was also where Han Xue could hide most securely, but Tom dared not recklessly enter the garage, as that could easily expose him or lead to an ambush from Han Xue.

Tom knew that Han Xue had a weapon in her bag, though he didn't know what kind of weapon it was. But it must be powerful if it could give Han Xue the confidence to subdue a tall and burly man like himself with ease.

Recalling the intense gunfire in the hotel,

Tom felt that Han Xue's bag likely contained a pistol.