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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 121 Wang Qiang Resolves Confusion About Time

Hearing that "Police, freeze," Fang Xiaocao's CPU was fried.

"It's not..."

"The people in 508 are cops?"

"Why are cops in 508?"

"And pretending to be me?"

Fang Xiaocao's head was filled with question marks.

Regarding the identity of the person in room 508, Fang Xiaocao had all sorts of guesses, but she had never considered that they could be police.

"Damn it, why the cops?"

Fang Xiaocao heard the assassin's roar of anger.

"Don't move!"

"Move and I'll shoot!"

The policewoman who had been impersonating Fang Xiaocao sternly scolded the assassin.

"Only a turtle doesn't move!"

The assassin cried out, immediately followed by a series of footsteps, obviously, he had moved.

"Pfft~"

Hearing the assassin's shout, Fang Xiaocao almost laughed out loud.

"This assassin is quite humorous," she secretly muttered to herself.

"Asshole!"

The policewoman's curse reached Fang Xiaocao's ears.

Then came footsteps!

"Eagle's Nest, Eagle's Nest, I am Fledgling!"